I have absolutely no recollection of the following but my Mother told me about it when I was older and we have discussed it a few times since.
I must have been about 18 months old, so this would have happened about 1971 to 1972. One evening my family had some relatives and friends come over. As the evening progressed they decided to get a Ouija board out. My Uncle at the time was very much into that sort of thing and from what I was told by my Father both his brothers had there own interesting experiences over the years with Automatic writing and other activities surrounding them. There was even talk of Medium(s) on his side of the family which would be interesting to find out more about one day.
So I can only imagine the scene. They were probably all sat around the dining table with half empty glasses of Cinzano, Baby Cham and Watney’s and other 1970’s horrors. They start using the boards and the planchette starts to move around, answering the questions. After a while, I am not sure why maybe I made a noise, but my Mother decides to check in on me. As she comes up the stairs she can hear me chatting away.
Approaching my bedroom door she looks in and can see me standing up in my cot talking to someone. She told me she could see me chatting away and my eyes were clearly following something moving around the room. I was pointing to my toys and talking about them to someone. I would imagine being a little freaked out, I know I would have been if it was my son behaving like this, she eventually came into the room and asked me who I was talking to. She said I pointed to a point in the room and I said the old man and lady.
With that she went downstairs, I hope after tucking me back in under the covers, and called a halt to the Ouija board session.
I don’t think there was ever a reoccurrence of anything like that again afterwards. The house was brand new and as far as we know was built on old farm land so I don’t think anything was there before where anyone may have once lived.
So that was my first paranormal experience, I wish I had a memory of it as would be fascinating to recall it.