December 11th, 2006


It Was In the Bleak December...

One time when I was younger, maybe eight or nine years old, some similarly youthful friends brought their Ouija board over to play with. Never before having seen one, I was quite intrigued by the concept, although not particularly inclined to believe that my friends weren't pushing the pointer around. Nevertheless, I have always remembered one response the board gave that day. I asked it how old I would be when I died. Collapse )