Saturday 20 June 2009

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  1. One night we had a couple kids over for a mini party/get together. Wound down to about 5 of us sitting in my friends living room telling ghost stories. my friend that owns the house lives in the woods in the middle of nowhere, and before her house was built [about 15 years previous] this fuckin' ese was murdered and buried in her now front lawn. <-- true story. So then her tv [that always has perfect reception] started flickering and getting white lines through it. Then one of the lights flickered. We werent too freaked out about it but one of my friends boyfriend wanted to leave. so him and his friend left.

    We go upstairs to get the ouiji board out of spite because we had the ghost stories already in play. As we went upstairs i get a call on my cell phone from an unknown number. I picked it up and there was complete static and minor heavy breathing. So i hung up thinking it was the guys that just left trying to creep us out. Then we go upstairs to find the ouiji board her sister said she couldnt find anywhere. we open her bottom drawer and there it was under a pair of pants plainly visible.

    So we go back downstairs and i looked at my phone, I had one new voicemail. I listened to it and it was the static again, this time the heavy breathing turned into a masked really creepy voice saying "answerrrr yourrr phoneeee.." he said it twice.

    We were all mad sketched out, and then after listening to it a second time every light in the house flickered. After putting everything together it was way to much of a coinicdence. We called the guys and started yelling at them, after a while they kept swearing it wasnt them. And one of the guys swore on his girlfriends relationship they didnt call them. So were like alright, this is kinda fucked. So we booked ass out the door to my car and sped off down her long ass driveway and met with the other 2 guys at dennys at 5 in the morning.

    Still to this day thinking of that whole night gives me the absolute creeps.

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