Say what you will, but I have a space (albeit a small one) reserved for Ouija boards in my heart. As a wee little tyke I used to spend my summer nights huddled with friends around a Ouija board, and although I was repeatedly told “No we’re NOT moving it ourselves Becca!!”, I knew it was all bullshit. I mean, it’s cheap plastic shit sold at Walmart that came from a sweatshop in China, what else would you expect?
Well, not giant bug-eyed mediums and a rotting zombie popping outta the floor, that’s for sure. Maybe the Ouija should’ve spelled out “D-I-A-P-E-R,” because that’s what all these people probably wished they were wearing after shit starts going down in this prank.