All that stuff puts the shits up me, ever since we done that ouji (spelling) board on a grave one night in a old cemetary.
This is the gods honest truth this like, no word of a lie. This is what happened-
Me mates were doing it, one of them had a piece of paper, blank piece. They fucked about with the board for a while. Said it was a dog or something. Anyway after they'd finished, we were walking along and me mate got stuck, we tried to lift him up, push him but his feet were stuck to the ground mate. He wasnt moving at all, he throws up, goes in his pocket and the piece of paper has the blokes name on it from the grave they did the board from. For months afterwards he was screaming, really hysterical and swore a big black dog was followin him around, we never seen it but he was in such a state he had to see a physciartrist (spelling) Stuff like that has scared me ever since. He still isnt right either