Ghosts
I used to share a flat with a deranged, alcoholic, satan worshipper who claimed to be able to perform magick, aleister crowley style. You know, splitting clouds on command??, evil curses that somehow never came to fruition etc etc. So one fine sunny day he left to go do satany things in the country and me being bored and a little stoned decided to have a little fun. Where we lived had deadlocks on all the doors from the inside, but my flatmate had left the window unlocked on his bedroom, so i climbed on through and spent a couple of hours meticulously arranging his drum kit upside down making strange patterns out of all his clothes on the floor similar to the occult writings he was so fond of, placing his figurines and crap in a veritable orgy of stupidness. Then i locked said window and walked out through the bedroom door which then obediently locked behind me. On arrival home I watched as he unlocked and entered his bizarro room then came out ashen faced telling me to come see what had happened. Trying not to giggle, i followed him in and preceeded to be mystified and a little fearful of what appeared to be a supernatural force in our little house, probably due to his awry spellcasting. After a few hours of investigation and theorizing, he decided that he couldn't sleep another night in the room and dragged his mattress into the loungeroom where he slept for the next three months until we moved house. I didn't have the heart to tell him because he was a bit of a wanker and i loved the conviction with which he recalled the events of that day to some bemused friends who i let in on the joke, and to their credit never let on. To top it off his Mrs got sick of the craziness and ended up having a crack at yours truly in the next house we moved into and he left shortly after.. Ha
(neighbour of the beast 668 has watched you in secret on, Fri 14 Dec 2007, 5:37, Reply)