» Messing with the Dark Side

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A long time ago in a galaxy far far away, more accurately in a student house in Birmingham, a couple of friends and I were plinking away with an old air rifle in the back garden of our monster eight bedroomed house. Bored of shooting cans I started scoping around for more interesting things to take pot shots at. On scanning over the roof of the house I spied a small head shaped object sitting atop one of the chimney stacks. Intrigued, I climbed up the fire escape and clambered over the roof, three storeys up, to find a small head shaped stone, which I presumed was made from some left over mortar by the original house builders 40 or so years ago and left as some kind of signature.

We retrieved it and, as it was quite an interesting objet d'art to our low-standard student brains, it sat atop our crummy fireplace in the living room for a few weeks. For some reason a string of bad luck followed. My mate Adam crashed his mini (though this wasn't the first time), another housemate lost a load of money, another was dumped by his girlfriend, yet another started mysteriously wetting the bed and sleepwalking... and to top it off we had a huge house party where a few hundred people turned up, had a lot of fun, and trashed the house. A decidely irate landlord decided to evict us after he turned up the next day to check up following a phone call from a concerned neighbour... and he found the house, he had originally bought for his son and daughter-in-law's return from an extended working stint abroad, filthy, looking like a bin and full of drug-addled idiots (the party was still going to an extent!).

A few nights later, slightly stoned and drunk and losing at backgammon with one of my house mates, I jokingly decided to envoke the spirits of the stone head (mainly to piss off my worried opponent who had been fretting and moaning for days that we should return the cursed head to its original resting place). I held the stone head in my hand and began rolling... 6 concurrent double sixes later I was starting to get freaked out....

To cut a long story short we moved out a week later as per the landlord's eviction letter (not legally binding and we could have stayed but couldnt be bothered with the grief). Before we left, I took the sidepanel off the bath, drew a pentagram on the wooden floorboards, placed the head in the middle and put the side of the bath back on...
(Thu 20th Apr 2006, 15:20, More)