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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I am evil
When my younger brother was five, he was convinced that there was a monster that lived in the cupboard at the foot of his bed. A horrifyingly real monster. It would growl at him in the night, waking him up, and it would discuss with its monster friends the best way of preparing a five year old boy - fried? boiled? eaten raw off the bone?
It scared him witless.
I know this, because the monster was in fact me and my mate Denzil, speaking through a microphone into a speaker I hid in the bottom drawer. Being five, he never figured out the long cable running out of his room into mine.
But my mom did. Nips.
*pop* etc
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 16:02, Reply)
When my younger brother was five, he was convinced that there was a monster that lived in the cupboard at the foot of his bed. A horrifyingly real monster. It would growl at him in the night, waking him up, and it would discuss with its monster friends the best way of preparing a five year old boy - fried? boiled? eaten raw off the bone?
It scared him witless.
I know this, because the monster was in fact me and my mate Denzil, speaking through a microphone into a speaker I hid in the bottom drawer. Being five, he never figured out the long cable running out of his room into mine.
But my mom did. Nips.
*pop* etc
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 16:02, Reply)
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