» Messing with the Dark Side

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 25th Apr 2006, 17:25, More)

» Books

Books through the ages..
Books wot I have read : When I was young, anything Moomins by Tove Jansen. Also the Orlando series by Kathleen Hale. Bizarre but great. I have wonderful memories of my grandpa taking me to the local library on a Saturday to pick up one of these and then on to the Co-op caff for a hot chocolate.

A bit older it was Narnia by CS Lewis. Then on to Tolkien (naturally). Teens were mostly Agatha Christie & then I discovered Margery Allingham - great detective novels I think a step up from AC. I also discovered Robert Heinlein who bizarrely enough helped shape my philosophy of the world. Stephen King's The Stand gets a thumbs up for me.

One book that really made me fall in love was Winter's Tale by Mark Helprin. It's an amazing story of (cue Frankie Goes to Hollywood) the power of love. Sounds trite, but it's amazing. It's beautifully written and made me lose my breath (but obv not enough to kill me). I've re-read it a zillion and one times, and it never gets old.

I've got a zillion other authors that I love, but the above are my faves. Oh, and I hate Dan Brown - well done for chucking it out of that train window.
(Thu 5th Jan 2012, 17:27, More)

» Creepy!

ouija...
Apols, this may be a pea.

So, to set the scene, many, many moons ago when I was at college, the "in-thing" was ouija boards. I did not care to indulge,but my boyf of the time did. This incident happened when I was at home (in another country) in bed asleep.

My bedroom at the time overlooked a parking area which was always well lit and so made my bedroom pretty light. One night I woke up in absolute terror. The bedroom was beyond pitch black -not an iota of light at all. It was so dark it was almost physical. I was so terrified that I couldn't move. I felt that there was something in the room with me, but I couldn't turn my head to see (not that I would've seen anything anyway). I lay there thinking that my time had come & I was going to die. That was the only coherent thought I had.

Then, the phone rang. Instantly, light flooded the room and I could move. I answered the phone and it was my boyf, totally hysterical. He kept on asking if I was alright. I said that no, I wasn't and explained what had happened. He then started apologising. He said that he & his mates were doing the ouija, when he asked it "do you know my girlf" and it said "yes". He asked it my name, and it spelled it out. He then asked if I was ok, and it said "no". All this happened at the same time I was asleep. It still creeps me out to this day and I even cry a little at the latent fear it's left...
(Tue 12th Apr 2011, 12:31, More)

» Have you ever seen a dead body?

Three... tho nearly 4
The first was my gran. I watched her die in hospital - literally take her last breaths. She didn't want to go & kept on calling for me & my mother to pull her back. She told us to take hold of her arms and legs and pull.. If anyone had come into the room, I hate to think what would have happened. Me on pulling her legs, mum pulling on her arms, gran shouting "pull harder, pull harder, I don't want to go". Grim at the time, but oddly funny now. When she finally died, it was almost an anticlimax. She just breathed in deeply, and then that was it. I kept on waiting for her to wake up/move, but she didn't. My mum left the room to call the nurse and I got the collywobbles - it was eerie that 2 minutes ago she'd been there, and now she wasn't.

The second was my sister-in-law. She was lovely. Died when she was 5 months pregnant. As she was Muslim, the burial was pretty sharpish afterwards. We took her home to wash her body (I helped). What was most distressing is that being in a 3rd world country, there was no way of saving the baby, so it died with her. I was sure when we washing her, I could see her tummy move. It was probably my imagination but it's haunted me ever since.

The third was my other half's father. He died of cancer and I went to say goodbye. I could barely recognise him - he was literally a skeleton when he died. I remembered him as a big burly chap. An absolute shock.

The fourth "almost" On a lighter note. Me & my chums were walking home from school on a v hot summer's day. Saw a bloke flat out on his face in a garden, next to a lawn mower. We figured he'd had a heart attack and so stood for ages wondering what to do. Eventually, one of us threw a stick at him. He woke up. D'oh! Still, at least we cared enough to check!

No apologies for length, but a peck for grimness. Not a happy topic. Sighs.
(Thu 28th Feb 2008, 13:22, More)

» Never Meet Your Heroes

Not So Bonet
Not really hero's of mine, but I met both Lenny Kravitz and Lisa Bonet (Angel Heart/The Cosby Show) years ago when they were still married. Lisa was a hessian eating crusty who didn't believe in shaving. Her legs were like fur and the hair under her arms was almost long enough to braid. She kept on making fun of my English accent - but just sounded like a twatty American who can't do accents. Lenny was nice (v thin legs). I had a migraine & couldn't make it to a party so had to retire to bed. He came in and sat with me for a while...*swoon* I think he appreciated how depilated I was...
(Thu 25th May 2006, 15:38, More)