A very upset young lady contacted me this past week. Apparently, she and her boyfriend had been experiencing things that were out of the norm in their apartment. You know, the standard; knocks on the wall, stuff moving around mysteriously, doors getting shut, and all that.
She was really worried when she had a Carol Anne moment. Her boyfriend woke up one evening and found her sitting upright in bed, watching the blank TV, eyes rolled up in her head.
Once he woke her up, it understandably freaked her out. So, via channels, they contacted me.
I asked the important questions. Has it happened often? More recently than in the past. Have you made any enemies? None that I know of. Have you dabbled in the occult? No…
“Oh, wait, I messed around with Quija boards.”
Ding, ding, ding. I had a kid here who didn’t understand the significance of an innocent game, never realizing the doors it opens even if Milton Fucking Bradley makes the damn thing. (Or whoever makes them. I dunno.)
I explained that spirit boards had been used well before some moron in a marketing department tried to get in on the early 20th century spiritualism movement and they could be dangerous if abused, or you could end up with uninvited guests.
So, I did the “thing.” Reached out to examine what if anything was there (low level grunger at best), did a banishing ritual, and told her to contact me if anything else went wonky.
It always amazes me at the sheer dumbfuckery people will get up to for a laugh before realizing that their laughs could turn to screams. And they shouldn’t be allowed to sell that shit to kids. My two cents.