well,one night, at uni, a mate of mine convinced us to try doing a ouija board. Seven of us sat round a table with the glass etc while he told us about what had happened the last time he had done it and how scary and exciting it had been.
We set everything up, got the lighting right (candles) got the atmosphere right (incense and other herbal atmosphere additives) and got ready to speak to the other side.
Fuck all happened. For two hours.
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Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:51,
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We set everything up, got the lighting right (candles) got the atmosphere right (incense and other herbal atmosphere additives) and got ready to speak to the other side.
Fuck all happened. For two hours.
its not as simple as lighting candles and putting some letters in a circle
lo, the OTHER greebo warrior,
Mon 27 Oct 2003, 22:55,
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my catWe had a cat that used to climb around in the kitchen cupboards if they were open and generally mess things around. I thought it was hilarious and it pissed my mum off something special. Shortly after the cat died I was standing alone at the kitchen counter. A bowl fell from a stack of bowls in the cupboard and smashed on the floor. The cupboard hadnt been left open. (How a cereal bowl can fall from the top of a stack of bowls and out of a closed cupboard baffles me.) I reckon it was the ghost of my dead cat.
Scared the fuck out of me considering there was no one else in the house at the time, and it was a loud smash on the floor!
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Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:13,
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Scared the fuck out of me considering there was no one else in the house at the time, and it was a loud smash on the floor!
It's my birthday........................On Halloween.
That's scary enough I think.
Boo!
Ohh, blimey...........brown duds!
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Mon 27 Oct 2003, 23:40,
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That's scary enough I think.
Boo!
Ohh, blimey...........brown duds!
Ghost StreetI used to go out with a lass who lived on Vicarage Terrace in Cambridge. It used to be called something else, only it was bombed in one of the world wars and when they rebuilt the street they felt the need to rename it in honour of all the dead people. I'm not a massive believer in ghosts, but that house was F***ing weird - overnight cupboards in the kitchen used to open and it wasn't just dirty skavving students nicking food - I closed a cupboard myself one night, was definitely last to bed and two hours later when I went to fetch water it was open. Also, if you spoke to any of the other households on the road they could either report first hand similar experiences or just regurgitate everyone elses. Preconceptions leading to a perceived ghostly experience or not? I never decided. But that street was a funny place.
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