ouija board?

dolf

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scry glass?

dreams?

runes?

tarot?

tea leaves?

psychic fucking phoneline?


If you wanted to ask a question how would you choose to hear the answer?
 
I consult my tarot deck (s) but then go with my instinct anyway...
 
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I consult my tarot deck (s) but then go with my instinct anyway...
tarot hates me...or i hate tarot.
not figured out which way that goes yet ;)
 
morewickedfun said:
I read the blood clots on my pad.
i've never tried that...but bird & rodent innards work much the same way.

a hyandy tip for when you're not on the rag.
 
dolf said:
scry glass?

dreams?

runes?

tarot?

tea leaves?

psychic fucking phoneline?


If you wanted to ask a question how would you choose to hear the answer?

i ask Daddy.
 
The old Magic 8 Ball. Going to be just as accurate as any of that other stuff you listed.
 
I have a Ouija board story...don't we all? hahah

Daughter was given a Ouija board for her 13th birthday. I'm not crazy about these things, and I tend to be creeped out by them.

After about a week, as most parents have learned...if you don't like it, wait a little while, the novelty will wear off and then make your move...subtlety remove it and it won't be missed.

I put it up on the top shelf of her closet along with her collection of long discarded and forgotten about old toys.

One night, months later, she was getting ready for bed. The man of the house was off on a business trip, so it was just her and I at home.

She came, SCREAMING out of her bedroom to me, telling me there was something in her closet.

I ran back to her bedroom, with her clinging to me close behind...we heard a mechanical type sound and thumping coming from her closet.

I threw open the closet doors and saw an old battery-operated doll walking around on top of the Ouija board, back and forth and thumping against the wall.

Well, the both of us ran screaming, banging off the walls (and each other) down the hallway.

We managed to make our way back to the room and knocked the doll down off the shelf and removed the batteries.

She slept with me upstairs that night.

Both the Ouija board and the doll were disposed of (far away) the next morning.

Holy Crap, that scared the shit outta me.
 
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There's an Ouija board on the wall in the living room. But it's strictly aesthetic. Because I'm all goth and shit. I've mentioned several times that I don't fuck around with ghosts.
 
When I was in high school a friend and I played with a ouija board. It was kind of strange, but I was not convinced that there was anything supernatural about it. All we could do with it was get it to answer "Yes" or "No."

Tarot cards, I Ching, and horoscopes are good for helping one make difficult decisions that are consistent with one's self conscious mind. Do not use them to predict the future of inanimate objects. For example, they will not give you winning lottery numbers. They will not tell you which horses will win, or which stocks will rise in price.
 
Why did you bump this? :confused:

Ah, had to look but "Gofuckyourself" bumped it. I wasn't even aware it was an old thread until after I posted.

he/she may have just found a cool pic on Ouija boards and wanted to post it.
 
I have a Ouija board story...don't we all? hahah

Daughter was given a Ouija board for her 13th birthday. I'm not crazy about these things, and I tend to be creeped out by them.

After about a week, as most parents have learned...if you don't like it, wait a little while, the novelty will wear off and then make your move...subtlety remove it and it won't be missed.

I put it up on the top shelf of her closet along with her collection of long discarded and forgotten about old toys.

One night, months later, she was getting ready for bed. The man of the house was off on a business trip, so it was just her and I at home.

She came, SCREAMING out of her bedroom to me, telling me there was something in her closet.

I ran back to her bedroom, with her clinging to me close behind...we heard a mechanical type sound and thumping coming from her closet.

I threw open the closet doors and saw an old battery-operated doll walking around on top of the Ouija board, back and forth and thumping against the wall.

Well, the both of us ran screaming, banging off the walls (and each other) down the hallway.

We managed to make our way back to the room and knocked the doll down off the shelf and removed the batteries.

She slept with me upstairs that night.

Both the Ouija board and the doll were disposed of (far away) the next morning.

Holy Crap, that scared the shit outta me.

this is a horrifying story.
 
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