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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After messing with the Dark Side, I got peed on.
I attended a girls boarding school. Not just any girls boarding school, but one for 'The Arts', so you can at least double the amount of girlie hystrionics because of all the arty 'thesps' and creative types.
Anyway, as you do, we would all gather to play Ouija and tell ghost stories after lights out, and get ourselves all worked up into girly panics and crying fits. It didn't help that the school was a 16th century Mansion built by King Charles II for Nell Gwyn with lots of secret passageways, rooms and general creepy spookiness.
After one such ouija session a girl was telling a particularly scary story. I decided to have a little fun and 'up the anti'. I crawled under the domitory beds commando-style until I got to the one at the end where my friend was sitting with her legs hanging down.
At the climax of the story I reached out from under the bed and grabbed her ankles, hard.
I was rewarded with a loud scream and a golden shower.
Not such a good idea after all.
( , Wed 26 Apr 2006, 17:55, Reply)
I attended a girls boarding school. Not just any girls boarding school, but one for 'The Arts', so you can at least double the amount of girlie hystrionics because of all the arty 'thesps' and creative types.
Anyway, as you do, we would all gather to play Ouija and tell ghost stories after lights out, and get ourselves all worked up into girly panics and crying fits. It didn't help that the school was a 16th century Mansion built by King Charles II for Nell Gwyn with lots of secret passageways, rooms and general creepy spookiness.
After one such ouija session a girl was telling a particularly scary story. I decided to have a little fun and 'up the anti'. I crawled under the domitory beds commando-style until I got to the one at the end where my friend was sitting with her legs hanging down.
At the climax of the story I reached out from under the bed and grabbed her ankles, hard.
I was rewarded with a loud scream and a golden shower.
Not such a good idea after all.
( , Wed 26 Apr 2006, 17:55, Reply)
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