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P was a Teenage Goth. So was I. We tended to get a bit carried away with the spooky stuff every now and again. I never took it as seriously as he did, mind!

Before I met him, I only knew of him as Dog Fucker. This unfortunate nickname came from a cruel prank in which he was lured out to some woods on the promise that he could be initiated into a Top Sekrit Black Magick Cult. It had to be nipped in the bud when he was convinced to fornicate with a dog to gain acceptance. Opinion is divided when it comes to when exactly he was stopped in his dog hunting tracks...

We had been friends for several months when we met a dodgy older man in a pub. He said he would take us under his wing and teach us the ways of Magick. We readily agreed to this (as you would!). This led to regular meet ups that I'm damn sure our parents would not have approved of. Most of these nights we spent harmlessly, but one night, curiosity got the better of my good friend. He insisted that he be allowed to summon a demon.

The dodgy older man went away, came back with a long list of foreign sounding words, which he gave to P with the instruction to enter the dark, spooky attic and recite them repeatedly until he felt a presence.

We sat outside and listened for about 40 minutes as P solemnly repeated the local Chinese menu backwards. He insisted afterwards that there had been definite demonic interactions.

I have many more stories of this ilk, but I would feel bad about posting them as both P and the dodgy older man of this post are still very close friends of mine!

We tend to just go to the pub these days. And we have better make up.
(axlette, Thu 20 Apr 2006, 20:00, Reply)