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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mais oui-ja
i went to college in switzerland (long story, don't ask). it was half term. i was back in london town. boyf was still in switz, doing ouija board.. cut to me going to bed, going to sleep then waking up in absolute horror, pinned to the bed, dark as fuck, can't even move a finger "knowing" someone was in the room. lasted for what felt was forever, i was sure i was going to die, then phone rang. instantly i could move, light from outside came in & i could see again. picked up phone. it was the boyf in panic yelling "are you alright?" over & over.. turns out he'd asked ouija questions about me (it even spelt my name right, which takes some doing..) and then asked it "is my girlf alright?". ouija responds with emphatic "no".. cue night visitation of some demon.... it's all true. we don't go out any more...
( , Tue 25 Apr 2006, 17:25, Reply)
i went to college in switzerland (long story, don't ask). it was half term. i was back in london town. boyf was still in switz, doing ouija board.. cut to me going to bed, going to sleep then waking up in absolute horror, pinned to the bed, dark as fuck, can't even move a finger "knowing" someone was in the room. lasted for what felt was forever, i was sure i was going to die, then phone rang. instantly i could move, light from outside came in & i could see again. picked up phone. it was the boyf in panic yelling "are you alright?" over & over.. turns out he'd asked ouija questions about me (it even spelt my name right, which takes some doing..) and then asked it "is my girlf alright?". ouija responds with emphatic "no".. cue night visitation of some demon.... it's all true. we don't go out any more...
( , Tue 25 Apr 2006, 17:25, Reply)
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