Quija

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anxietyattheclub123 I don't wanna give you a long ass comment so here's what the fuck happened.

Also I'm gonna use fake names cuz fuck it.

Well one day I was taking a walk after finally got off my computer. And I tripped over something. I looked down and SURPRISE!!! It was a quija board looked like the one at the top so I picked it up and called three of my friends. I called Ella, Andy, and Fuckhead. All three girls came over excited cuz we all love horror.
We went to my bedroom because I know it's fucking haunted by something and set up the game. We followed most of the rules except a few. I shrugged it off because I'm a fucking dumbass. Anyways we started saying "any spirits may we talk with you" they spelt out the name and it seemed familiar. We just kinda fucked around asking things like "Do you like Twenty One Pilots" or "Do you like the taste of Free Sha Vac A Do" and shit like that, well my black candles kept flickering One of the rules was don't use black candles but I'm a dumbass so I was like "Fuck you" It started spelling Don't come back or Leave or feel pain. I finally quit and sad goodbye as my friends were leaving. That name still kept bugging me like I knew her. I told my mom the name and she said "Loren that's your grandmas name, how could you forget" so I'm like UM WTF WOMAN!!!

I picked up my candles which a rule was you had to bury them far away or some shit but I was like "nah bitch these are my mother fucking vanilla candles and I'm not about to give them up that easily so bad bitch I was watching YouTube while having my candle and matches by me. Yep you heard me right. I had a fucking cursed flamable object with matches by it so yeah DUMBASS!! About five minutes Fuckhead texted me and attached a photo with the text reading "I JUST FELT SOMEONE SLAP MY CHEEK WITH A GLOVE AND THIS BRUISE IS NOW HERE, DAFUQ YOU DO TO ME" my Grandma used to work at a glove factory so this shit happened. My other friends texted me saying the exact same thing. I'm just like "GRAMMA WTF YOU DOIN' TO MY FRENS" I decide to sleep but the next day on my nightstand is a fucking glove with my candles in the trashcan.

LESSON: USE THE FUCKING RULES!!!!

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