#ouija boar

[ilibonbella]

Finally got my lil planchette tattooed on me! 🔪😈

Done by the amazing SofieNeedles 🖤

[gayeldritchgod]

How likely is it that i'll get cursed by some ancient deity if i make a ouija board for my Call Of Cthulhu campaign using real boar bones

[corvidaedream]

fun fact: now that im living with my parents again, i have to sleep with a tiny dim lamp on, bc after living in downtown portland for four years, spending three of those years with a streetlight right next to my window, i have become unused to Rural Darkness

[alive-out-of-spite]

Samhain

Activities

Put up wards to keep out unwanted spirits

Put jars of salt by your door to protect your home

Sprinkle some salt in your mouth right before you go to bed to protect your dreams

Light candles to help guide spirits

Tell stories of dead relatives and friends

Write about the dead in your book of shadows

Give offerings to your ancestors

Pray at your altar

Cleanse your space with incense

Drink hot drinks

Bake bread or pies

Add fall recipes to your book of shadows

Paint and decorate pumpkins

Contact spirits through divination

Ask for advice from your ancestors

Be thankful for the food you have

Dust and tidy your altar

Look at pictures of deceased loved ones

Dress in fall colors

Go for a walk in nature, observe the leaves turning. Consider the cycles of life and death that govern our world.

Light a bonfire/small fire (safely!) and burn papers with things that no longer serve you, that you cannot afford to take into winter.

Make an offering to your deities or ancestors

Make food with seasonal ingredients symbolic of the final harvest: squashes, pumpkins, grains, apples, spices. Even wine, if you’re allowed to drink.

Prepare your home and yourself for the coldest part of the year. Redo protection spells, clean out clutter, develop sustaining spells for winter.

Reflect on the past year. What did you lose? What people left your life, what things no longer hold meaning for you? How did you change as a person?

Work with various forms of divination, like runes, pendulums, tea leaves, or tarot.

If you do work with ouija boards you better be SUPER DUPER careful. Do not neglect protections, and if you feel uncomfortable, stop, protection spells and cleanse, cleanse, cleanse.

Give some time or money to a cause you’re passionate about. If your harvest is abundant, give back to those who were not so fortunate.

Colors

Black

Orange

Brown

Gold

Scarlet

Animals

Bat

Boar

Cat

Cow

Dog

Crow

Crystals

Jet

Obsidian

Amber

Carnelian

Fossils

Onyx

Sandstone

Turquoise

Bloodstone

Herbs and Flowers

Acorn

Angelica

Broom

Catnip

Deadly Nightshade

Dittany

Hazel

Heather

Mandrake

Mugwort

Oak leaves

Sage

Straw

Wormwood

Trees

Apple

Beech

Blackthorn

Locust

Pomegranate

Willow

Witch Hazel

Yew

Foods

Soul bread (I recommend putting something on it, it can be bland)

Roast turkey or chicken

Venison

Rice

Cod

Sea Bass

Lamb

Duck

Scallops

Oysters

Mussels

Apples

Pears

Grapes

Citrus

Pomegranate

Eggplant

Tomato

Fig

Brussel Sprouts

Kale

Pumpkin

Squash

Mushroom

Broccoli

Plumbs

Cranberries

Ginger

Peaches

Cabbage

Key limes

Passion Fruit

Radishes

Chestnuts

Beets

Fruit Pies

Fruit Cobblers

Apple Cake

Spice Cakes

Apple Cider

Hard Cider

Pumpkin spice Latte

Hot Cocoa

Apple Juice

Adult Appel Juice (wine)

Mulled Wine

Mulled Cider

Grape Juice

Chai Tea or Latte

Herbal Teas

Deities

Arawn

Belenus

Dagda

Hades

Loki

Odin

Pluto

Badb

Banba

Cailleach

Durga

Hecate

Hel

Inanna

Ishtar

Kali

Morrigan

Rhiannon

Horned God

Spells

Write a list of things you want to release and burn it

Light candles to help guide and honor spirits

Practice Spirit work

Samhain Divination

Family Meals with a place for the dead

Meditate and Reflect

Other names

All Saints Day

All Hallows Eve

Halloween

Incense/EO

Sage

Pumpkin

Patchouli

Myrrh

Straw

Flax

Wheat

Corn

Rosemary

Nutmeg

Allspice

[theravencawsatmidnight]

How about yandere Shinsou playing a quija board and falling in love with a ghost!reader that haunts him and constantly tells him to leave or breaks things as warnings? I imagine he'd be all like "aw, sweetie, are you trying to scare me?" or "ah, i get it! you're just so shy that you're trying to give me hints to make the first move?"

WHATTTT GHOST 💋

Shinso was sitting in his home looking for something, anything to do on this stormy night. He decided to try out the ouija board Ojrio had gotten him. He pulled it out from under the desk and opened it up . He had low expectations , i mean what could happen? He took out the piece throwing it on the board.

“Okay, if youre the real deal the-“

The piece movedand he raised an eyebrow. The piece all around the board.

“H”

“I”

“Hi? Uhm.. hi i guess?”

He leaned over the board reading.

“I .. summon.. Y/N”

The board shook and Shinso fell back . You crept out of the board stretching, you were a ghost with no lower half , you were see through and a smokey clear . you flew all around the house then back to Shinso flying through him giggling. He jumped feeling an intense chill down his back.

“What..? Whats going on?”

“Oh !! You cant see me huh?”

“Who said that?”

“Heh me!!! Hold on hold on!” You waved youre hands over youre head sending a smoke down around you making yourself visible.

“A .. a ghost?” He gazed at you , something in his heart told him that he needed you.

“Youre.. beautiful.”

“Im what???”

“Beautiful!!! Are are you bound to this board? That means you cant leave right?!?”

“Well yeah but-“

“This is great!!! Ill keeo you till i die and then we can be ghost together.!!!”

You blinked and youre mouth flatlined, you waved youre hand dissapearing .

“Baby? “

“Great just great i get summoned by a weirdo, ill be back later”

And you did in fact come back later, you were bound to the boared after all. Shinso loved having you around . Even when you stacked the furniture upside down or break plates he would just laugh and say “oh baby, youre so clumsy, can i see that pretty face?”

You would appear not only for a second for him and he would sigh with a blissful face at you.

“Baby? “

“ what..”

“I have a surprise for you!!!” He pat the board eagerlly

You rolled youre eyes sinking into the board and Shinso placed it in his backpack .

When he took it back out you crept out with youre arms folded. “What is ...” you looked all around. You were at a horror museum . Gravestones, ghost movies, serial killers .

“Excited?!? I thought youd like it!”

You floated all around not answering , Shinso followed you from behind . It was a very nice museum... Shinso made sure to press every Audio button for you so you could hear about the exhibits .

“Shinso...”

“Yeah baby?”

You smiled putting youre hand through his

“Thank you”

[beerecordings]

What's a communication board? The first thing that's coming to my mind is a ouija boars but that's probably not it

LMAO A OUIJA BOARD THIS KILLED ME

[dxmedstudent]

Answer the even ones 50+

Yessir!50: what's an odd thing you collect?Answered :)52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?Years are meaningless to me, but of the recent memes? Absolue units. 100% good content every time.

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?Enthusiasm, kindness, a dorky sense of humor.

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why? Hahaha well I wouldn’t out them on tumblr, but I can deffo imagine who is the occasionally tipsy mom friend and vodka aunt XD

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?I do! I have lots of faves, but I’ll just say that when I’m in a foul mood I often end up picking up an old volume of Blake and reading it. Something about melodramatic poets is soothing when you’re mad.

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?No, I drink coffee in the morning. When it’s not a work day then I don’t really bother with coffee.

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?Dark because it’s the middle of the night. Not much of a moon. A little cloudy.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?Just answered :)

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?Hey, I’m from the UK, so that’s like 90% of our weather! I don’t like dingy days particularly, but they end. Misty days can be nice because it’s more atmospheric. What I really don’t like is when it gets dark really early, and being cold.

68: what's winter like where you live?Just answered :)

70: have you ever used a ouija board?No. I’ve had superstition ground into me, and you don’t mess with the dead in case they mess with you in return. 72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?I would lose my own head if it wasn’t screwed on. Yes, I prefer to note thigns down; my memory for trivia is bloody incredible, but at work we often have to remember a lot of important stuff that I can’t afford to half remember. There’s a saying where I’m from that translates to ‘only the crazy ‘remember’; the smart write things down’. So even though at work I remember a good deal, I still try to jot everything down, because you process a ridiculous amount of information in medicine. I’m forever disposing of my notes in the confidential waste. 74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns. I think I just answered an ask about a friend neutrally, so I’m not going to repeat that. 76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?Blissfully, no. I’ve been doing a lot of revision but am guilt-free at present. 78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?Neither. They are cute, annoying, and not more of either of the above than many other uh...ficitonal inventions. 80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?My room at my parent’s house is purple (lavender/lilac, really) because I wanted it to be relaxing, and it was, I love that colour. Most places I’ve lived in after I moved out have always painted everything magnolia, to the point where I’m bored of that colour; so my past several bedrooms have been pretty similar for the most part. If I ever get my own place, I don’t think there will be a magnolia room in the entire house. 82: are/were you good in school?I was ‘naughty’ in primary school (but I was really just bored and put upon by some of the other kids), and got bullied by most of the class when I joined my second school and found it hard to make friends for ages. But in secondary school I worked hard and played by the rules; inherently I . Compared to a lot of the teenagers, I gave them minimal trouble (I don’t think recurrently forgetting my French homework counts), and fell in with the geeky high achievers even in an already pretty high-achieving school.84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?I wish! Not right now. Hmm... I would have to think long and hard before committing an image to my body for the rest of my life, because I’m a fickle artist, and I fear I’d be bored of it/want to change it/want to get another one after a week. 86: do you like concept albums? which ones?I like the concept of concept albums. The idea of tracks working in harmony to create one artistic piece. However, I’m also a compelte musical phillistine. My new flatmate is a complete hipster; he’s always playing artsy vinyls of bands I’ve never heard of; I’ve looked through his entire music collecion and recognised maybe like, 3 artists I know. I think half of it sounds awful to my ears, but hey, he can enjoy what he wants. I’ll be listening to Mozart and Sia on my earphones like a cranky old millennial. 88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?I will festoon my walls with Art Nouveau intol I die. 90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.The last place I went to for a proper holiday was Krakow, and I really love seeing the various cities in Europe. I loved learning about local hisory (and I’m a sucker for museums and palaces).  There’s a lot to see in Poland, but I went to a torture museum, and that’s my stick-out memory for that city. 92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?My previous answer will make this clear, but CHEEESE RULES. I won’t lie, I try to be healthy, so sometimes I include no cheese at all in my pasta, and usually I include less than I want. But in my soul? I am drowning in cheese. 94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?A friend I haven’t seen for a long time because she lives in the States. She’s super smart and kind and hilarious, and I wish she visited more often. I sort of inadvertently set her up to be friends with my sister (they were in the same year at school a few years below myself, but I knew them both before they knew each other) and I’m so glad they hit it off as friends because she’s a good egg. 96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?I try to be good. I also end up doing the IT upkeep for my family’s computers sometimes.

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?I go on regular walks, but hiking not so much. The last time was right after my grandmother died; my cousins took me up a local mountain in my hometown to cheer me up and distract me. It worked. Though I was worried my uncle would get eaten by a wild boar when he got out of the car to take a closer look at the wild piglets.

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?Answered just now :)

[vitorofthescaleless]

Muse Bravery Checklist

Repost and fill out the form all about what your muse would/wouldn’t be brave enough to do. Then tag any friends you’d like to see do it as well!

Note that some of these aren’t smart things to do (don’t use Ouija boards or try getting into the Dark Web, bruh) but in this case, bravery and risk are both included.

Repost but do not reblog please!

Tagged By: - @axemurderercreighton

Tagging: @through-fire-and-flame, @desert-warmth, @darkseraphscorner

My muse would …

[ x ] Spend the night in a haunted building

[  ] Go into a burning/collapsing building to save someone

[ x ] Take a shortcut through a dark alleyway, (He’s the one lurking)

[  ] Stay calm with a weapon pointed at them (Things have gone horribly wrong if it gets here)

[  ] Be confident defending themselves from an attack (Nervous wreck)

[ X ] Touch a dangerous exotic animal (It’s just a wild boar what can go wrong-oh)

[ ] Take someone else’s punishment to protect them

[ x ] Travel to an unknown place by themselves (Part of the job)

[ x  ] Spend a night in the woods alone (He’s one of the reasons woods are scary)

[ x ] Witness (or join) a seance (Hosting one)

[  ] Play a scary video game in the dark alone

[ x ] Explore a pitch black catacomb with only one light (Part of the job again)

[ X ] Contact the spirit of someone they once knew

[ x ] Spend the night in a cemetery

[  ] Sit in a room with one hundred creepy dolls

[  ] Hang their feet over the edge of a tall building

[  ] Swim in dark, murky waters without being able to touch the bottom

[ X] Use or accept a powerful magic spell (You know it)

[  ] Be covered in spiders, snakes, or other insects not on purpose

[ x ] Go looking for the source of a mysterious sound late at night (Probably the cause of one)

[ ] Spend an hour sealed up in a coffin, oops (No thank you)

[ x ] Go sailing miles from shore without any communication

[ X] Use a Ouija board, (Probably made it himself)

[  ] Go diving in a dark, underwater cave

[  ] Climb through a long tunnel just big enough to fit through

[ x ] Explore a spot where cult rituals were performed (The one performing them)

[ x  ] Go walking late at night, alone

[  ] Spend the night in a home where someone was murdered

[ ] Go surfing on the Dark Web

[ ] Play an urban legend game (bloody mary, the midnight man, etc…) (Ironically too superstitious) 

[ x ] Stay home alone with a suspected killer on the loose (Has @axemurderercreighton over for lunch)

[   ] Climb a dangerous mountain where many others have died on their way to the top

[ x ] Explore ancient ruins where strange things have happened

[  ] Touch a supposedly cursed object (Nope nope nope)

[ x  ] Check out a creepy cellar or attic (It’s just a building guys)

[  ] Cross an unstable bridge over a huge drop

[ x  ] Pick up a hitchhiker in the middle of the night, making friends (Is the hitchhiker)

[cinnamongirl-iguess]

i knoe that literally noone cares but heres some more jewelry I made

a ouija boars thingy necklace in case you need to talk to a spirit on the go

a moon nexklace, idk why its upside down sorry

rock necklace, found the rock in the sea

eye with many pupils

[hereshecxmes]

😈

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Abby said, looking over with furrowed eyes. “Hilton, I don’t believe you’d do such a thing. Why would you want to use a ouija boars? Do you know what power that board holds?”

[rye-69]

Pumpkin and Ouija Board !

Pumpkin- fave season? - autumn!

Ouija Board: If you could change your name, what would you change it to?- goatfucker69 tbh

[duckwells]

via Twitter https://twitter.com/Duckwells

[rivygucci-blog]

The Ouija Board & The Curse of the Slippery Stairs.

By Gucci

Sophomore Year-2013/2014

We had thrown some pretty crazy parties that year, but one Saturday night in particular almost topped them all. It wasn’t about the sheer number of people crammed into our house. It wasn’t about the casual chaos, the moronic endeavors or the ridiculous outfits. No, what was strange about this party was the loud counting. No, we did not gather to watch Sesame Street as sophomores in college. (As entertaining as that might have been) Every couple of minutes we’d all yell out in unison:

14...then 15! 16...21! 22! 23!...35! 36! 37!!!!!

The excitement grew with every passing number, as if a space shuttle was about to take off and we decided to count up instead of down. How many beers can Posh drink? How many spliffs did Dan roll? How many times did Rivy make the same dick joke or say something grossly inappropriate? All of these were plausible events that could have been counted to such a high number, however none would be the correct answer to the question:

What the fuck was everyone counting?

Winter break was coming to an end. The beach town we lived in had become desolate tundra as far as college kids were concerned. Rivy and I had decided to stay in the area for the duration of break rather than going home to stay with our parents. We knew it would be fun. No class, no work. An entire month to do whatever the fuck we wanted whenever the fuck we wanted. Posh and Goldy (other roommates) made their appearances here and there, but for the most part it was just Rivy, our friend Dan and myself.

Most days followed the same script. Wake up late, smoke a spliff, get breakfast, come back, smoke a spliff, play smash bros, smoke a spliff, smoke another spliff, watch a movie, practice, make dinner, smoke a bedtime spliff and repeat. This month long “vacation” was getting boring very quickly. Rivy and I found ourselves in Benny’s one day and decided to buy a tabletop Ping-Pong set. Now, this Ping-Pong contraption had a very simple set up. There was the net, and at both ends was a clamp you would fasten to the edges of the table. Of course, our table’s edges were too thick for the clamps to hold on to, but it was nothing a hammer and a handful of nails couldn’t fix. So that entertained us for a few more days. We kept a scoreboard, added rules and did what we always do, got way too good at something that didn’t matter. Rivy was the better player however; I believe he beat me 20 times in a row before I vowed to never play again.

So table-pong faded out and we were left looking for something to do once more. That’s when Luke and Nick joined us for a few days.

Luke is as original as they come. He’s a scrawny little bastard like myself with a crisply shaven head. We often called him the lamb because he looked rather lamb-ish. A hereditary disease left him without eyelashes and eyebrows, but that never stopped him from laying that lamb-ish charm on every person he met. Witty sarcasm and Archer references were his forte. Luke was best known for his sock fashion and bountiful assortment of Cat T-shirts. Sure, it’s like being the fastest kid with no legs, but Luke likes it, so we don’t judge.

While his sock game wasn’t quiet as sharp as Luke’s, Nick made up for it with his wild conspiracy theories and his taste in anime. Physically, Nick had the appearance of a young Steven Tyler of Aerosmith, however, if Steven Tyler was more Italian, never joined Aerosmith and spent his early 20’s playing Dark Souls II.

It was early Friday afternoon when the four of us thought it would be fun to try making a podcast. Rivy happened to be absent that day/night.

We gathered around a table in the basement and set up Dan’s laptop in the middle of us. We all got individual smoking apparatuses going and Dan hit the record button. Conversation was actually pretty lively; I’d like to think that a podcast involving the four of us would do rather well. Topics ranged from politics, music, movies, television, weed; pretty much anything we could think of we talked about. That’s when Dan brought up ghosts. Who doesn’t like talking about ghosts?

We began exchanging ghost stories. Dan and Nick for sure had the scariest one out of all of us. They and their friends had gone up to a cabin in New Hampshire after one of their buddies reported seeing a black hooded figure hovering in his room one night. They set up cameras and microphones and huddled down in the basement to wait the night out. One “trap” in particular was a line of baby powder they laid across the doorway that led into the living room. Their buddy had reported strange noises coming from the room above the living room. It was one of those pull down ladders that led into the attic. A few hours had passed and they decided to check the baby powder. According to them, the baby powder had been pushed forward into the living room and towards the attic door. It was too far for the wind to have done it and too perfectly strewn for a random animal to have run through. It looked as if someone dragged a towel, or a robe across the threshold, through the baby powder and up into the attic. Naturally they began pointing fingers at each other, but nobody had left the room until then.

That’s when Nick speaks up.

“Have any of you ever done a Ouija Board?”

We all shake our heads. Everyone except Luke.

“Yea, I’ve done it a few times in the basement of my dorm,” he claimed.

Being a year behind the rest of us, Luke still lived on campus. He resided in Arthur Hall, which was notorious for it’s reports of ghostly activity, all around creepiness, and people struggling to chose one of the 8342 genders they feel comfortable with. There were stories of students that had killed themselves in their rooms, many years ago, whom are rumored to still haunt the dorm building. Luke, being a believe-it-when-I-see-it kind of guy, wasn’t about to just buy into the whole “My dorm is haunted” thing. He and his friends decided to set up an Ouija board in the basement of the building one night just to see who or what they might be able to contact. According to Luke, they “talked” to a few different spirits, but he wasn’t convinced. Naturally, if Rivy were there, he’d say he was surprised that the demon with Four Dicks And Five Eyes didn’t make a guest-star appearance.

Anyway, Luke and his friends continued to talk to the dead until they met Tom. Tom was the deceased grandfather of one of the people participating in the Ouija board. He knew things that nobody else could have known. He answered questions that nobody else knew the answers to.

Now we are good and stoned…I mean scared, and of course decide that we are just going to have to do an Ouija board of our own.

We waited for the sun to go down because, as we all know, ghosts only come out at night. Luke gets working on our makeshift Ouija board. He simply drew it up on a piece of notebook paper. Nick suggested we all prick our fingers and drip blood onto it, but that idea was quickly shot down. I very much believe in ghosts and the afterlife, and I’ve seen WAY too many horror movies to know that you NEVER offer any sort of blood sacrifice, EVER!

Behind the closet in my room was a small crawl space. It was big enough to fit the four of us comfortably but small enough to maintain a creepy, there’s definitely some scary shit living in here, kind of vibe. The crawl space was directly under the stairs so there was plenty of overhead space.

Luke hung a small flashlight he kept on his key ring to illuminate the Ouija board. We also used a spare hoop from his key ring to navigate the Ouija board. After one last communal spliff, we were ready to start contacting the dead.

It was odd at first. Nothing was really happening, Nick kept purposely moving the piece to make fun of the whole situation. We kept yelling at him and he swore he’d stop, but he kept doing it. However, after fifteen minutes, we all settled into it and Luke, being the only experienced Ouija Boarder, led the conversations himself.

“Is anyone there?” he asked. The token slid to the ‘Yes’ corner.

“Nick, fuck you.” I said.

He swore it wasn’t him. We started looking at each other. We all swore that none of us moved it. We agreed, then and there, that we would not tamper with the proceedings. Trust was a big part of the bond that held us together as friends, and we decided to trust that nobody would purposely move the token.

“Are you a friendly spirit?” Luke asked.

The token began to move all over the place. It was slow but it picked up speed. It began making a mad dash for the side of the board. Luke quickly dragged the token, with all of our fingers on it, to the word, ‘goodbye’

“Goodbye,” he said.

He explained that the last thing we could do is let the token leave the board without removing it ourselves. Of course we all looked at him as if his big lamb ears had tripled in size. But he ensured us of how serious he was and that letting the token leave the board on it’s own was a surefire way to become cursed as fuck.

“That’s bullshit,” Dan said.

Dan and Nick were equally skeptical. Not only are they see it to believe it kind of people, but they are see it, smell it, touch it, taste it, talk to it, jerk it off and sleep with-it-to-believe-it kind of people. Luke and I, on the other hand, are very much believers and were not ready to curse our house…not just yet.

We kept playing around with the board. We “chatted up” a few undead sprits but never really made any headway in the spooky department. We began taking turns, “starting the conversation.”

“Is anyone there?” “Are you friendly?” “What’s your name?” ext…

We must have been at it for almost two hours before Luke decided he had to piss. He left the crawl space and the three of us continued.

It was Nick’s turn, “Is anyone there?”

The token moved to ‘yes’

“Are you friendly?”

The token began to move wildly again as it had before. However, nobody did anything to stop it. The token moved towards the side of the board and came clean off. We all lifted our hands up and looked at each other. The expression on our faces said it all.

‘That was weird.”

“What did I miss?” Luke asked as he came back into the crawl space.

“The ring came off the board,” I said.

“You stupid fucks,” Luke sighed.

We tried to continue, but we didn’t have much luck after that. We decided it was time for a good ole’ bedtime spliff.

Posh, Goldy and Rivy came home the next morning. We left out the part about the Ouija board when they asked what we had done all vacation/that night. We, however, introduced them to tabletop-pong, which quickly became everyone’s favorite game.

We decided to throw a party to kick off the second semester. All of the normal crew came over along with handfuls of kids from different frats and sororities. At this point I was beginning to recognize a few faces and didn’t feel completely alienated from the goings on around me. I actually found myself having fun that night. That’s when we heard a loud tumble: “Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud, thud!” Followed by a shriek…then followed by laughter.

Some girl had fallen down the stairs. Now the stairs to the house were not very tall, it was maybe seven or eight steps. Sure I felt bad for her, but she didn’t really hurt herself (she grimaced in pain for a bit). She just slid, feet first, whacking her ass (maybe the back of her head) all the way down to the bottom. The only causalities were the solo cup full of jungle juice she was drinking and her pride. The stairs were wooden so, naturally, they got slippery as beer and other liquids spilt over the course of a night. Shortly after the first girl, the stairs claimed their second victim.

Posh exclaimed at the top of his lungs, as if he was the Count from Sesame Street, “The stairs have now claimed 2 victims! 2 victims! AH! AH! The crowd around him laughed.

A few more minutes passed and from the bottom of the stairs I could here Rivy holler, “Make it 3!” The stairs of death have claimed 3 victims! AH! AH!

Figured out what we spent the night counting?

By the parties end, the “Stairs of Death” had claimed 53 victims. 53 DIFFERENT people slid feet first and hard on their asses down the stairs and into the basement. Luckily for Rivy, Luke and Myself, we did not fall victim to the Stairs of Death. However, Nick and Dan, also known as the skeptics, found themselves rolling head over heels into the basement.

We had thrown some pretty crazy parties that year. NEVER did that many people take the unforgiving tumble. Naysayers and devils advocates may say, “Well, what if the stairs were really wet?” “What if it was really crowded?”, What if…? What if…? What if...? ”

Earlier that year we had thrown a Halloween party with close to 300 people (Story to come soon) in attendance. It took ten minutes just to walk from the bathroom to the kitchen. The floor was a swamp of beer and grain alcohol; and even with all of that, nobody fell down the stairs.

So it has been concluded that we accidental summoned some dickhead ghost, or demon, which probably gets its sick kicks from watching drunken college kids fall on their asses.

TL;DR: Decided to do an ouija board session in the crawl space of my closet, fucked it up, 53 people fell down the stairs the next night during a party.

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ConspiracyPix: A construction worker was tearing open a wall in an old house when he found this vintage Ouija boar… https://t.co/SECG8jYA8E

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