Probably not one of the greatest, but definitely an epic story. I was probably about 16 at the time, maybe 15. Now when I was younger I was a bad kid, I started doing drugs when I moved to Florida in 7th grade. Started small smoking a little weed and then started getting harder and harder. By my Freshman year I realized that the only thing I needed to do was weed, because the rest was crazy and serious. So I started to get into this hippy part of my life doing this weird shit with stones and shakras and all that crap. So me and some of my friends decided to try out a ouija board. So there were six of us and five of the six of us were hippy pot heads. So we close ourselves in a hallway between my buddy's bedroom and bathroom. It's probably 6 at night in December so it's dark outside and it's pitch black in the hallway. We start lighting candles and they say this weird chant they found online. Now before all this happened, I ran to the bathroom and hid a cross behind the toilet incase shit got crazy. So I'm sitting here with a bunch of people chanting demonic chants, and Iook at my straight edge friend and we're thinking to ourselves we got into some serious shit. These guys are chanting and asking questions to the board and we are trying to stay calm. My straight edge friend is saying over and over, this isn't real, this isn't real. And my stoner friends are believing everything that the board is saying. So we finish up with the board and I don't really buy it.
So we head back to my place to watch a movie and eat some dinner. So my straight edge friend, one of our hippy friends, and myself are sitting in my family room explaining what we did to my parents. I'm sitting on a bed that folds out of a closet in the wall, and my two friends are sitting in chairs that are next to a book case on the same wall as the fold out bed. My Step-Dad starts freaking out because he's had encounters with a Ouija bored in the past, and he starts telling us about it. He starts telling us how it predicted his brother's death and all this crazy stuff. We get these weird feelings and the room gets really still. Next thing we know the bed's closet comes flying out of the wall and collapses on me. My head goes straight through the back board and I see the book cases fly off the wall and land on my friends. The three of us swear we heard someone say this is a warning as everything is happening. Some how none of us are seriously hurt. The craziest part was I remember putting this fold out bed right into the studs of the wall with my step dad. The way these bookshelves came flying I knew that this couldn't be something human made and leveraged. I'm not a crazy ghost conspiracist but ever since that day, I know there's things in this universe you don't fuck with.