Messing with the Dark SideWe all like to tell stories about the *spooky* things that happen when people mess around with Ouija boards, hexes and spells.
A friend had wierd banging noises in his house for months and was deeply, deeply worried that it was the result of getting drunk and attempting to summon the devil.*
What's scared the crud out of you after you've played with the dark side?
* it turned out to be a tramp living in his attic (no, really). Also, -5 points for rubbish Star Wars jokes
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chthonic, Thu 20 Apr 2006, 11:58)
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Well...We lived in an old house (the front plate had 1901 on it, although we knew the house was built in 1907).
The house was... odd to say the least. There was something not quite right, and it showed rather well:
First, you never felt alone, even if the house was empty. It always felt like someone was in the same room as you.
Secondly, things would fall off of shelves randomly. Even things that were just put up (and properly so they wouldn't fall) would fall down a few mins later.
Thirdly, the second bedroom had someone in it, in the sense that at night, you could feel someone looking at you from the window, as if they were sitting on the inside. When I had that room, there were times where I turned away from the window, and the presense felt like it got closer to me.
Fourth, we were all away on holiday, except my dad who didn't want to come with us. Our parents room was the one at the front of the house. Directly down the hall was the bathroom, the second bedroom's door was halfway between the two. The parents had a full-length mirror set up, and it pointed down the hallway. One night my dad was in the bed, and he looked towards the mirror, only to see a woman standing in the bathroom. (We were all away on hiliday, so it wasn't us!). This freaked my dad out so much that he didn't sleep for the rest of the time we were away, to the point where he stripped all the wallpaper from the breakfast room.
The final clue that the house wasn't right came from the "incident". One night my mother and my sister and me were in the house. We were all upstairs, in our own rooms, attempting to get some sleep. There was this almighty crash, like something huge had broken downstairs. My mother and my sister assumed it was me, and I assumed it was one of them too, since neither left their room to invesitgate. In the morning over breakfast, we discussed the noise. "I thought it was you"... "No, I thought it was you..." We searched the whole house to find what had broken, and to this day we never found anything.
NeoThermic
(, Fri 21 Apr 2006, 3:11, Reply)
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