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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Oddly enough
And this will make me no friends at all, but I'm part of a paranormal investigation team based in Preston. We've made little jaunts to various manors, ruins, theatres and pubs. Lots of pubs. All over the country. There's 8 of us in the team but I'm the only one who can drive, which is a right pisser.
Anyway, one of our number is a Welsh lad by the name of Sion. Deeply Catholic, also committed to heavy metal. Go figure. Now, back home in the Rhonda Valley Sion was the head server at his church, at which the priest so happened to be the diocese "exorcist". Usually his job consisted of people saying they'd moved into a new house and something didn't feel right, would he mind coming out to bless it? Which means yes, holy water being flicked around, prayers, incense, crucifixes, the lot.
Now one place we did a report on not long ago was of a house he'd been to that merited the priest waking him up at 3 in the morning, saying "Get your clothes on, we have to go out right now". Arriving at the house during one of the warmest summers the Rhonda has had in years, albeit early in the morning, despite the heating being on the cold inside the house was by all accounts unbearable. Each room felt like an icebox, with a mounting feeling of unease as our two church types blunder about the house, hearing a whisper on every breeze and seeing a movement in every shadow. They did their incantation stuff as quick as they could before hightailing it out of there.
On no less than three occasions within the following weeks were the Sion and the priest called to this house again. After four visits and blessings, the phone calls stopped and Sion found some time to do a spot of reading on the house. Up until very recently it had been home to a widower who had died alone and lain undiscovered in the house for several days. The gentleman in question was greatly traumatised by the death of his wife some years before and had responded to it by hoarding a great amount of everything, Mr Treabus style. According to the Police who arrived to take the body away, the house's heating system was off as there was too much hoarded junk to reach the boiler or any of the radiators. The horrendous cold in the valley and in the house had contributed greatly to our distressed old man's undignified demise.
No apologies for length, but believe it or not this is the shortest case study we have.
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 18:45, Reply)
And this will make me no friends at all, but I'm part of a paranormal investigation team based in Preston. We've made little jaunts to various manors, ruins, theatres and pubs. Lots of pubs. All over the country. There's 8 of us in the team but I'm the only one who can drive, which is a right pisser.
Anyway, one of our number is a Welsh lad by the name of Sion. Deeply Catholic, also committed to heavy metal. Go figure. Now, back home in the Rhonda Valley Sion was the head server at his church, at which the priest so happened to be the diocese "exorcist". Usually his job consisted of people saying they'd moved into a new house and something didn't feel right, would he mind coming out to bless it? Which means yes, holy water being flicked around, prayers, incense, crucifixes, the lot.
Now one place we did a report on not long ago was of a house he'd been to that merited the priest waking him up at 3 in the morning, saying "Get your clothes on, we have to go out right now". Arriving at the house during one of the warmest summers the Rhonda has had in years, albeit early in the morning, despite the heating being on the cold inside the house was by all accounts unbearable. Each room felt like an icebox, with a mounting feeling of unease as our two church types blunder about the house, hearing a whisper on every breeze and seeing a movement in every shadow. They did their incantation stuff as quick as they could before hightailing it out of there.
On no less than three occasions within the following weeks were the Sion and the priest called to this house again. After four visits and blessings, the phone calls stopped and Sion found some time to do a spot of reading on the house. Up until very recently it had been home to a widower who had died alone and lain undiscovered in the house for several days. The gentleman in question was greatly traumatised by the death of his wife some years before and had responded to it by hoarding a great amount of everything, Mr Treabus style. According to the Police who arrived to take the body away, the house's heating system was off as there was too much hoarded junk to reach the boiler or any of the radiators. The horrendous cold in the valley and in the house had contributed greatly to our distressed old man's undignified demise.
No apologies for length, but believe it or not this is the shortest case study we have.
( , Fri 21 Apr 2006, 18:45, Reply)
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