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I like screwing around with drawings, stories, video games, movies and the like. You can usually find me on the BBS stirring up and gawking at all the stuff that's there.
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We were children.
At the time, Alex, Wally and I were off at Alex's place. We were incredibly bored. 'Out of our minds,' so to speak. Wally had resorted to going about the flat and checking out the old stuff that was just lying around there. He found several items, mostly old family photo albums and old issues of the weekly funnies section of the newspaper that Alex's dad collected-- he was a fine, upstanding gentleman, Wally and I liked him very much-- mostly because he put up with our shenanigans.
Finally, Wally had found a stack of old board-games inside a secret compartment in the closet. All so very dusty and faded, almost all of them had several pieces missing, except one: the Ouija Board.
"What is that?" I asked Alex, he replied with: "I don't know."
"It's an Ouija board, dummies!" Wally had excalimed.
"An Ouija board?" Alex asked, perplexed.
Took Wally about 15 minutes to explain to Alex and me what an Ouija board was and how it worked. By that time the motherfucker had nearly scared Alex and I half to death-- didn't help that there was a thunderstorm.
So, we set up the board, closed the lights except for one of those old neon lamps and began to play. Wally prayed to the air that the demon would show itself and give us a message, to enlighten us on what goes on over the garden wall and into the grave.
The glass had slid into the first letter... "T"...
Alright, it must be starting up a sentence, I thought.
We caressed the glass view-thing under the influence of the ghost that had something to say very slowly, it was the type of slow buildup that could drive a boy mad. On it went, sluggish, to the next letter, "A".
The slowness of our moving the viewthing was making me uninterested, but Wally's insinuations that the ghost would eat me if I didn't cooperate really struck a chord since I was a foolish child; we were all foolish children-- Alex and I just did as Wally convinced us.
Molasses, jam, peanut butter, more foodstuffs that are slow-- turtle-- it went at that speed, the viewthing. The next letter was, strangely enough: "N".
I had grown tired of this spiel three letters in, having the patience of an asshole, I went and rushed the viewthing into what would be the next letter...
Wally and Alex viewed at me in horror. I had disrupted the ceremonies and their souls were sucked into the viewthing in a bolting flash of light and colors. The sky flickered on and off... toads rained, coming from the lampshades... it was pure madness. An unadulterated madness that I missed and longed dearly, along with my youth.
Their souls were whirlpool-sucked into the glass and trapped. The spectacle had ended in an explosion of smoke that spelled: "BRING GHANDI BACK!"
I bolted from the flat in excitement and ecstasy. Those two drips were gone and Alex's dad is gonna come back to see them like that. Nude, pale, dead and covered in semen, Ghandi's semen.
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