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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Corpses & Twunt Ghosts
A friend of mine was walking home one night, after heavy thunder storm.
She was talking the shortcut that we all did, through the old Church grounds.
There was a lot of creaking and groaning as she was passing the church when the ground literally opened up, spilling a rotten corpse in her direction.
Lightning had hit a tree a little before she got there and started it to fall.
It's roots had lifted the coffin from it's previously happy home just in time for her to fill her pants.
On a later occasion, I was walking the same route when I got twatted firmly on the bridge of the nose.
It felt like a 4x2 - it stung like hell.
I fell to my arse and took stock of the situation.
There was NOTHING nearby that could have possibly hit me - no branches, no twunt with a bat, no limping flying beast, nothing.
I stopped walking that route after that.
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 15:57, Reply)
A friend of mine was walking home one night, after heavy thunder storm.
She was talking the shortcut that we all did, through the old Church grounds.
There was a lot of creaking and groaning as she was passing the church when the ground literally opened up, spilling a rotten corpse in her direction.
Lightning had hit a tree a little before she got there and started it to fall.
It's roots had lifted the coffin from it's previously happy home just in time for her to fill her pants.
On a later occasion, I was walking the same route when I got twatted firmly on the bridge of the nose.
It felt like a 4x2 - it stung like hell.
I fell to my arse and took stock of the situation.
There was NOTHING nearby that could have possibly hit me - no branches, no twunt with a bat, no limping flying beast, nothing.
I stopped walking that route after that.
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 15:57, Reply)
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