Family was Lukewarm Christian. They only paid lip service, but they were never really actually religious. During high school, I didn't give a damn about anything and I can say with sadness that I was at best agnostic if not outright atheist. Been coming back to Christianity in time, trying to better my life and kick all my bad habits (mostly porn) but it's so very confusing on a lot of things.

My friends however were all crazy and I wish I'd never made friends with some of them. Pretty sure the four who used the Ouija were all satanists. One of them was a rotund faggot (and I mean he looked like a ball on those thick pretzal sticks that used to be in chex mix he was so fat) that took delight in getting in peoples personal space and molesting them (School protected him from reprecussions whenever he'd randomly kiss the guys or grab their asses), a pudgy but cheerful mexican girl, a... I want to say somewhere between goth and stoner (Not quite a goth, more like stoner with goth undertones in his persona) guy who really hated his mom and he turned into a goth effeminate looking guy later on in life, and a fat "pansexual" nympho gal. I didn't want to be left in a room alone with either the faggot or nympho, ever, and I was really more friends with the stoner and mexican girl.

We also watched the silent hill movie that night, and the faggot was really excited whenever there was blood and torture on the screen. Can't quite remember who, but someone tried to get me to drink spiked punch, but I always kept an eye on which bowl was which and carried my drink everywhere.

Looking back, I should have left long before then, but I was a dumb fuck teenager.

Given I've seen demonic faces on the wall made of light and shadow that have moved on their own and other unnatural things, it's 100% there's a spiritual side of the world and I knew it, I just didn't know what it was like. I just knew that demons equal bad news from the get go.

Oh, and I forgot to say that I'm not baptized.

Yeah, especially if they were telling the truth after that about their previous ouija experience where they were stuck in the dark with their hands on the board and something unnatural lurking in the kitchen making horrid noises and other such phenomenon.

And I was like "And you wanted to go through something like that again or worse!? And you wanted me to be a part of it!?! Fuck that, don't ask me to do that shit ever again."

It was about death that has thus far not come to fruition and yes, we all die some day, but it’s a whole ‘nother experience to see it spelled out for you on a ouiji board as a child. Don’t like to think about it.