RespectTradition
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Me and a friend went on a double with these two girls back my freshman year of college. I am a good friend I tell you. I was flying wingman that night and boy was she fugly. But either way. They wanted to play with a ouija board. We went out to this old bridge trestle that was supposed to be haunted. We piddle-farted around for a little while, then it got strange. It started to move and everyone looked startled. Everyone claimed that it was not them moving it. It spelled out (a guys name, left out to protect the innocent) and the word bad. Then the weirdness passed. Later that night when we got home, we found out that some of our friends were in a drunk driving accident. My friend named (a guys name, left out to protect the innocent) died in the wreck. The wreck was almost exactly the same time as the incident with the ouija board as best we could determine.
Last time I ever touched a ouija board. And that is a totally true story. I have had too many friends die on me, I don't make up crap about it.
Last time I ever touched a ouija board. And that is a totally true story. I have had too many friends die on me, I don't make up crap about it.
