I have a funny story about the ouija board and how I came to own it.  This was by no means a "desired" object.  Once upon a time back in the 1970's (before That 70's Show on Tee Vee was ever conceived) My mother was Christmas shopping.  Every year she'd go into some hidey hole of a toy store looking for some crap to buy, wrap and stick under the tree.  She was pretty good and inventive with shopping (she still is) but every year she'd check out board games and such, because this was the PRE-video game and pokemon era (we were deprived little bastards, but we did eventually get Pong)

My parents were the ultimate liberals, both schoolteachers, so I had an added advantage of not getting much knowledge forbidden to me.  Frankly, I could read anything I pleased and dared to check out of a public library (but they did frown on my picking up a Playgirl magazine to see the naked men.  Actually, Mom objected to my purchase of a second issue because in her words "After you've seen all that equipment once, there's not much difference in the equipment" I do digress though)

Mother was browsing the game second and she saw the ouija boards.  She pulled one down to look at the thing closer when a store employee sidles up to her "You don't want that.  Those things are demonic.  You are holding a tool of Satan!" Mother's eyebrows popped up.  She turned to stare at the idiot that had the audacity to tell her such a load of bullshit, and she encouraged the idiot to continue raving which the idiot did, going on and on about the evils of the ouija board.  With that, my mother smiled, grabbed the board off the shelf and said "This would make a perfect gift for my 10 year old daughter" Grinning madly, she went up and bought the thing.

Imagine my puzzlement that on Christmas morn, I unwrap a ouija board under the tree.  Mom finally told me the story.  She bought the board out of pure SPITE.  I might not have received the thing as a present had some well intentioned moral busybody tried to save the families souls.

The lessons from the childhood story was clear to me  1) Those ethical and moral busybodies out there usually encourage people to do the EXACT opposite of what they desire  2) Mother can now be blamed for my entrance into the occult   3) Old ladies who are Christmas shopping should not be bothered with well intentioned religious crappola.  4) I can blame my genetics for my very willing heretical views of being told what I should and should not believe in, and bristling at someone trying to enforce THEIR codes of ethical and moral behavior upon me.  Hence, being an asshole runs in my bloodline, and I'm easily entertained by idiots and not susceptible to being swayed by their illogical beliefs.