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This is a question 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)
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Nothing actually supernatural...
I was 11 and just started secondary school, and it was my first time getting the bus home. While I was en route, two arses from my class told me we had to change buses, and then jumped back on our bus just after I'd got off and waved at me out of the back window as it pulled away from the stop. I had to wait an hour for the next one, and then went home and told my mum. She told me we'd get even.

The next weekend, I invited one of the bus pranksters to stay over for the night, my mum's idea. I lived in a big, spooky old house, which my mum used to make up ghost stories about. Just before we went to bed she told him a story about a woman who haunted the house, who had thrown herself out of the attic window when her husband didn't come back from the war (it was complete guff, just like the story about the pipe-smoking man which she used to scare me with).

He was sharing my room, and my mum had given me a pencil light to shine at the ceiling when I was in my bed with the lights out. She'd also sent my sister up to the attic to make scraping and banging noises with a slipper ("Holy shit, what's that noise?! The attic's been sealed off since we moved here!". It was actually my sister's bedroom).

It all backfired when he pissed himself and fled downstairs in hysterics, and my mum had to come clean. Worth it, though. Oh, the joys of having a vindictive mother.
(, Thu 20 Apr 2006, 22:30, Reply)

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