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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When i was a kid
Well from when i was born my parents ran a pub in south Manchester and we lived in the flat above it. Anyhow from as far back as i can remember there was a decent sized room up there that my parents dident use for anything, it had no carpet, no wall paper. It only had weights and stuff that my dad would use as a mini home gym.
Since it was a pub on a main road me and my mates could never play on the street as it was to busy/dangerous. We would always play about in the pubs garden or upstairs in the flat.
Obviously having a empty room with no carpet it was great to play in. (Remember this was from when i was born till i was 7) The room would always give me and my mates the creeps though, like someone was watching us, we would always get a cold tingle down our necks, or the door would open/close itself.
My parents hated me or even themselves going in there.
turns out the guy who owned the pub before we did hung himself in there.
( , Sat 22 Apr 2006, 20:44, Reply)
Well from when i was born my parents ran a pub in south Manchester and we lived in the flat above it. Anyhow from as far back as i can remember there was a decent sized room up there that my parents dident use for anything, it had no carpet, no wall paper. It only had weights and stuff that my dad would use as a mini home gym.
Since it was a pub on a main road me and my mates could never play on the street as it was to busy/dangerous. We would always play about in the pubs garden or upstairs in the flat.
Obviously having a empty room with no carpet it was great to play in. (Remember this was from when i was born till i was 7) The room would always give me and my mates the creeps though, like someone was watching us, we would always get a cold tingle down our necks, or the door would open/close itself.
My parents hated me or even themselves going in there.
turns out the guy who owned the pub before we did hung himself in there.
( , Sat 22 Apr 2006, 20:44, Reply)
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