Ok. When I was like..16 and 17 I went through this “black magic, satanic” phase (havent we all? HAH). I wore a black rosary around my right wrist and I let the crucifix part dangle down. Well, I have a VERY impressionable younger cousin named Tyler (who turns 16 tomorrow..weird.) and he was probably about, eh, I dunno..11 or 12. Well, my other cousin and best friend, Kelley (boogher.com for some reason my fucking hyperlink thing isnt working) used to convince him of ALL kinds of things. Once I convinced him I was a demon, one time we convinced him that the bell witch had gotten us while we were locked in the bathroom, one time we convinced him that “mama” from the movie “Psycho” was gonna get him, we convinced him we contacted someone through a seance. We used to put eyeshadow in his hair and just..for the most part…TORMENT HIM.

Well, I convinced him that I knew magic and I knew a spell that would make the flame on a candle rise just by looking at it. So we went into my bedroom..lit a candle..turned off all the lights. I spread my black cloth across a stool and began to chant something I totally made up…

Then out of nowhere i convined him there was a spirit in the room it was so cool!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TYLER!!!

Oh yeah, his dad just got baptised. Happy Baptism.