One day I was with my almost step-sister and almost step-brother, and my step-sister found a wee-gee board. It was late at night, and we didn't know what the forget we were getting into, so she started messing with it. She started asking it questions about her life, and her parents. Until eventually, she asked it to show itself. Instead, it started raining, and started repeating and raising its volume, until it was so loud that we had to cover out ears. The date was June 17. The next year on June 17, 3 things happened. My no longer "almost step-sister" broke her arm from falling down some stairs, I accidentally threw a drumstick into my brothers eye (I was mid airing lego pyramids and the drumstick slipped from my hand), and my dad got in a car accident. To this day, me, my brothers, and my long lost "step-sister" stay at home during June 17, and do as little as possible. That day that we messed with a wee-gee board, will be the last I mess with one again.
