Story I have.

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I used to have a gf who was obsessed with tarot cards and ouija boards and stuff. I've heard of the ideomotor reflex, but what happened really couldn't be explained by that.

One day, we decided to use the board with a couple friends. Last I had heard from my abuelo was at least 7 years ago, and he was hospitalized and had severe Alzheimer's. My mother wouldn't tell me he was dead, but I knew he was. So I decided to try and contact him.

It worked. He first responded in basic English everyone at the table could understand, even though in life he was much more used to Spanish and the bits of Miskito language my bisabuelo taught him as a kid.

My friend jokingly asked if another friend at the table would ever get laid. He responded with a Spanish expression that I've unfortunately forgotten at the moment. I wrote it down.

Everyone wanted to end the session there, but I decided to ask him how my uncle Ricky was doing. I had gotten conflicting reports from both Ricky's cousins, my mom, and Ricky's mom; some said he was still working as a marine biologist to support abuelo, some said he had quit his job and joined the Navy, and some said he had retired and started up a winery called Little Ricky's with abuelo.

I decided to number them in Spanish and ask them with simple words I got off of Google Translate; Uno: biólogo marino, Dos: armada, and Tres: vino. Abuelo responded with tres, which I wrote down as well.

When I got home that day, I decided to ask my mother what the sentence meant. After looking at it, she told me it meant something along the lines of: "For every ugly foot there's a broken sandal."

If that wasn't weird enough, about a month later when my mother was preparing things for her wedding, we got a bottle of wine and a card from Ricky. The wine's brand? Little Ricky's winery.