We had a Weegee board in our house when I was growing up. My mother didn't like it but my dad didn't care because he considered it a just game and that's how we approached it.
I played with the "talking board", as an aunt called it, so much that I could manipulate the planchette to go where I wanted even with someone else touching it. Since I couldn't spell worth a crape unsuspecting players got the impression that demons couldn't spell and that seemed to add to the spookiness.
A fearless teenage friend named Ray used to ask the ouija questions like if you're a demon can we summon you? And Will you murder us in our sleep? Or if I open my soul will you come in?
Ray married a particularly vile woman and we told him she was the demon he invited in.
He never disagreed.
