About a year ago, I was really good friends with this girl from South Korea. I'd always noticed strange happenings when I was with her (just little nothings.) But I never really thought about it much.One friday night I was at her house, like every other friday night. We decided it would be fun to read some ghost stories, and try out a Ouija board. Of course, she didn't own one herself, so we decided to make one of our own. We included everything that needed to be there (the alphabet, numbers 0-9, hello, goodbye. that sort of thing). The two of us were seemingly fearless, and had always wanted to actually contact a spirit. As a precaution, we decided not to use the Ouija board in her room, for the simple fact that it would be un-nerving to know that there was something else sleeping with us at night. So we used the Ouija in the only place we could think of without getting caught - the bathroom!We tried patiently for several hours but nothing happened. We are both patient..but not THAT patient. So we left the home-made Ouija board and the glass we used as a planchette separate from each other to avoid any strange happenings......This didn't work.We were a bit shaken up by the ghost stories, so to calm down, we decided to smoke a few cigarettes on her balcony, since her mother was asleep in her bedroom. We spent a good two hours on her balcony talking. As a human being, I found the need to use the bathroom. At this point I was still very aware of the Ouija board sitting on the floor of the bathroom, the make- shift planchette sitting proudly atop the counter, and the candle we used for dramatic effect, sitting right next to the planchette. Obviously assuming that they would still be sitting right where we left them. When I opened the door of the bathroom, I opened my mouth to scream, but a whimper was all I could muster up. Sitting boldly atop the home-made Ouija board was the planchette, set over "Goodbye". Next to the Ouija board? A lit candle with the flame burning much higher than usual and a "strike anywhere" match sitting on the floor, still burning. Forgetting my manners, I barged into her mother's room and yelled, asking her why on earth she would play such a cruel joke. Of course, this poor Korean woman just looked at me dumbfounded, groggy from being awoken from her nap. She told me that she had no idea what I was talking about, and that I should explain myself before jumping to conclusions.