Iv’e talked to the fools who think there is paranormal anything. That was more interesting than finding eye of newt and skin of snake, or changing Anil nath drac unth vas besoot doth diel nim ve, or something like that. 
I dabbled with a ouiji board as an adolescent and deliberately failed to reject Satan in church for many years but have since renounced all of that–pretty tame stuff in the first place, I suppose.
Yeah, that’s pretty much been my mindset as well. While I don’t believe things like that work, it reveals a bit about their intentions that makes me uncomfortable. If things need to change, work with me to change together; don’t attempt to modify me on the sly.
No. Never. Because it’s bollocks.
Someone once cast a spell that was supposed to kill me.
Well, here I am…
Witchcraft, spellcasting, ghosts, spirit communication? No.
My teenage area-of-lunkheadedness was UFOs and cryptozoology (Bigfoot, Nessie, etc.)
Science, not Superstition!
It has been the paranormal screwed around with me instead of the other way around. Hearing what you tried I can’t imagine what weird stuff they have to, but I can confirm that it does work because here I am.
Peace
While on a hike in Haiti I found myself standing next to the hut of a voodoo priest. I only found out when I asked the significance of the two flags flying high above. I absolutely do not believe in magic or spell casting, but I do admit to feeeling quite uneasy to be accidentally trespassing there.
I hope that involved spray paint and not bestiality!:eek:
I tried a bunch of stuff. I once made a voodoo doll of my brother. The instructions said to stick a pin into the doll’s heart. I didn’t want to kill him, just get a little payback from all of the wedgies. So I stuck the pin through its right hand.
When I went downstairs to breakfast, I saw that my brother’s right hand was in an ace bandage.
Oh shit oh shit oh shit!
Once I was standing on the left side of the paranormal, then with my right hand reached behind it’s back and tapped it on the right shoulder. Of course the paranormal looked over like someone was there. Boy did I get a laugh out of that. Also I put shaving cream in the paranormal’s shoes while it was sleeping. It’s fun to screw around with paranormal. But watch out, it has no sense of humor.
Watch it. You’ll get scolded.
See the paranormal is real! You made a thread about it and magically summoned Kanic.
I know, right??? I even offered a coupon for mine - still no-go.
My friends and I messed around with a Ouija board a few times as teenagers. I asked the board one time for the name of the man I would marry, and it gave me the name of our bus driver. Who was about 90 years old. :eek:
We decided to test the board one time by asking it something we could verify. We asked what song we’d hear on the radio when we turned it on. It answered “Debbie Gibson” or some slightly mispelled variation. So we turned on the radio and “Shake Your Love” was playing. Freaked us the heck out. Of course this was the late 80’s and you couldn’t fart without hearing Debbie Gibson, but still…
Never screwed around with it, but once, when I was a teenager, I felt the paranormal’s tits. They were nice.
I do like to type complicated string of text while my computer is turned off. Sometimes I up the difficulty and type with my left hand, or behind my back, or during certain phases of the moon. Other times I look up obscure commands in obsolete programming languages and type those instead. Or the Konami code.
Of course, I know that nothing will happen, because nothing can happen, since computers don’t work that way. It’s not like I believe in computomancy. It’s just much more exciting and pleasant to engage in pointless mind-numbing rituals that I don’t care about than to do actually fun things.
Many years ago I was dating a girl who wanted me to try a Ouiji board with her. After 3 minutes I got bored and started secretly but purposefully spelling out words to freak her out. She was visibly shaken for about a week after.
And speaking of selling souls, I remember a debate about 5 or so years ago about E-bay not letting people sell their souls on their site because they had a “no selling body parts” rule and the skeptics were digging into them because they said that logic meant E-bay endorsed the existence of souls. I don’t recall the outcome of the debate though.
A few years ago I got really interested in the paranormal after seeing and hearing a lot of strange things in my house. I hooked up a usb microphone to my computer and let it record in the den downstairs, while I was upstairs doing other things. When I listened to the recording later there was a distinct sound like a player piano, like you would see in an old west saloon. It went on for about ten seconds.
Proof that my house is haunted? No.
Really strange? Hell yes.
Heh. Back in my old high school days, I and some of the other nerds did a “Satanic Mass.” Skulls, candles, reading the Lord’s Prayer backwards, etc. No blood sacrifice, though; that may be part of why nothing happened.
It you had thought it through you should have had it spell blow job over and over.
A few times:
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Friend and I tried out a ouija board once. At least the…what is that thing called? Stylus, curser, whatever…moved around the board. But it was talking Urdu, or pashto, or Sanskrit, or something and the message kinda got lost in the translation.
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I once got out of bed stark naked sometime after midnight and went chasing after a ghost that was tromping around noisily in the old farmhouse where I was living. Never found anything, probably because I scared it off by turning on every light in the place. And leaving them on for the rest of the night.
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I prayed a very strong imprecatory prayer at my ex-wife. Apparently God wasn’t listening…she’s still very much in the pink and nasty as ever. Come to think of it though, she has gained a lot of weight lately, so maybe it kinda worked after all.
SS
I’m not really using my soul all that much.
Hmmm…