Messing with the Dark Side
We 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
( , Thu 20 Apr 2006, 11:58)
We 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
( , Thu 20 Apr 2006, 11:58)
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God sends a sign
Years ago I worked for a particularly crap tabloid called the New Zealand Truth, kind of made the Sunday Sport look like Arts & Letters Daily. There was no bollocks it would not print, apart from one instance ... a day after a moderate earthquake struck a town in the central north island, the chief reporter recieved a phone call from a strange little man:
- About this earrrthquake in Edgecumbe, said the strange little man (imagine a Mr Bean type voice)
- Yes, said the reporter,
- welll, you know how animals are supposed to behave strangely before earrrthquakes, dogs start howling, birrrds start building nests..
- yes, yes
-well, the night before the earrrrthquake, me and my friends were at a prayer meeting, when suddenly...
-yes, yes, go on..
- a GIANT CICADA CLIMBED THROUGH THE WINDOW AND FLEW AROUND THE ROOM. AAAHH AAAAAIIEE DEAR GOD
He could have told us more but he was too distressed.
We let that story go.
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 9:58, Reply)
Years ago I worked for a particularly crap tabloid called the New Zealand Truth, kind of made the Sunday Sport look like Arts & Letters Daily. There was no bollocks it would not print, apart from one instance ... a day after a moderate earthquake struck a town in the central north island, the chief reporter recieved a phone call from a strange little man:
- About this earrrthquake in Edgecumbe, said the strange little man (imagine a Mr Bean type voice)
- Yes, said the reporter,
- welll, you know how animals are supposed to behave strangely before earrrthquakes, dogs start howling, birrrds start building nests..
- yes, yes
-well, the night before the earrrrthquake, me and my friends were at a prayer meeting, when suddenly...
-yes, yes, go on..
- a GIANT CICADA CLIMBED THROUGH THE WINDOW AND FLEW AROUND THE ROOM. AAAHH AAAAAIIEE DEAR GOD
He could have told us more but he was too distressed.
We let that story go.
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 9:58, Reply)
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