Site 19 Story Time Around the Campfire

Hoofsy:  I was outside of my house, playing with my cousin
Hoofsy:  Late at night, about pm, cold as fuck
Hoofsy:  we were pretending to be detectives, with flashlights, and toy guns
Hoofsy:  All was fun and games until I checked the backyard, close to the place my godmothers aunt is
Hoofsy:  She had this mountain of sand covered in plastic bags to protect it from the rain
Hoofsy:  But that night, my cousin and I saw a man, wearing shorts and a white t shirt, digging in the sand like a dog
 Hoofsy: 	the bags where all shredded
 Hoofsy: 	And then he looked at us, his face was like covered in skin
 Hoofsy: 	except for one his eyes, which was completely white
 Hoofsy: 	his hair was also skin colored, it looked like an action figure with its paint worn out
 Hoofsy: 	needless to say we ran inside in a heartbeat
 Hoofsy: 	Funny thing is, my mother checked the sand later
 Hoofsy: 	the bag was there
 Hoofsy: 	no sand was moved
 Hoofsy: 	nothing
 Hoofsy: 	And I know I saw that guy/thing whatever it was
 Hoofsy: 	and my cousin saw it too
 Hoofsy: 	Nothing like that ever happened again


Soulless: 	As a child I was.... odd. No parents to raise me.
 Soulless: 	I practically lived in a hotel, my rooms always shifting to accompany new guests.
 Soulless: 	And uh... I had no friends either so I made up my own.
 Soulless: 	I had this one imaginary friend as a child, I just called him Shade. He wanted to be a mommy. He told me, or rather I thought he told me, that since my parents were never around, he would be my mother.
 Soulless: 	And I was totally ok with that. Shade was odd. He looked like a huge, black mass. His shape would change depending on what he was saying.
 Soulless: 	And around Shade and I, some... unexplained things would happen. Unexplained things like the lights suddenly dying, but only in my room. Things like voices and figures I couldn't make out but I knew where there. I knew they were there but Shade said I was fine, so I trusted him.
Soulless: 	Some days, it's odd I know, I'd wake up in the weirdest... positions?
Soulless: 	I would wake up in a closet, naked, my sheets and pj's perfectly folded on my bed.
Soulless: 	I would wake up -under- my bed. I would wake up standing up, staring at the sunrise. My bed would be perfectly neat. This couldn't be my parents or myself doing it.
Soulless: 	Shade never told me who did it, but I figured he had something to do with it. Whenever I asked he just.... walked away, like he didn't wanna deal with my shit.
Soulless: 	Eventually, he just... disappeared forever. Eventually I woke up and the beds were messy and I was actually laying down in my bed, not naked. Like I had actually slept on them.
Soulless: 	I have a feeling, though, he's still around, like some kinda twisted peter pan for some other kid. Still being a mommy to some kid that lacks one.

Sequence:	Alright.
 Sequence:	Basic facts of this story.
  Sequence:	I had... issues with eating as a child.
  Sequence:	I still do, to an extent.
  Sequence:	I would go out to the kitchen when I was bored, or angry, or sad, and I would eat something.
  Sequence:	Peanut butter straight from the jar, fruit, nibbles, anything.
  Sequence:	I did this, no matter how much my sisters or my mother yelled at me.
  Sequence:	I was disgusting.
  Sequence:	And, well, one day I was heading out to the kitchen
  Sequence:	and whatever I was thinking about was suddenly replaced by an image of myself
  Sequence:	monstrously fat, to the point of being unable to move
  Sequence:	surrounded by debris and rotting food and the remains of wrappers and bones
  Sequence:	and still eating
  Sequence:	constantly shoveling food into my mouth
  Sequence:	unable to stop
  Sequence:	but even worse
  Sequence:	not /wanting/ to stop.
  Sequence:	I cried after that, and whenever I started thinking about food, that would always pop up in my head.

Troy:	I used to be engaged. It didn't last very long, but that's a long story. I want to tell you a short story.
Troy:	The short story is this. My fiance had a sister... kinda.
Troy:	It was weird. Sometimes, her family would totally acknowledge her existence. Other times, they wouldn't. I thought maybe it was a disciplinary measure or something, right? Like... if she's bad, ignore her or something?
Troy:	But... it wasn't like that. It was... different. Like, I knew she was there. I knew she existed. And sometimes, I'd ask Kat about her, and she'd look at me like I was crazy.
Troy:	I never understood it, but about a year ago, I caught up with Kat again. It'd been five years since I'd seen her.
Troy:	I asked her how her sister was doing, and she looked at me like I was crazy again, then... she stopped, stared at me for a second, and said... "You mean Angie?"
Troy:	I said "Yes," and she just stood there for a second, like the request was hard to process, and she said... "Fine. She's fine." But that was all she would tell me.
Troy:	Everything else I tried to ask... it was like she shut down. Maybe she didn't want to talk about it or she was just fucking with me (it was a messy split, honestly), but... I will never forget that vacant look in her eyes.
Troy:	Or the little girl who sometimes... wasn't there.

lumancer:	So, my family is Catholic
lumancer:	My mother, however, especially so- a few pegs shy of Opus Dei if that means anything to you
lumancer:	At any rate, in          she took us out to Europe on a pilgrimage for the Jubilee year.
lumancer:	First week was Italy. Wonderful trip, but not terribly relevant.
lumancer:	Second week was to a little town in Bosnia and Herzegovina called Medegorjea, which I am almost definitely misspelling
lumancer:	There are a handful of people there that claim to have received visions from Mary since that land was still part of the USSR
lumancer:	At any rate, we were going to attend one of visionary's evening audiences
lumancer:	The church was filling up damned fast, lots of people, and it's not exactly a cool part of the world that close to the Mediterranean in summer. I'd come close to passing out from heat in the past, felt it coming on again, and we gave up our seats so I could get some air
lumancer:	While we were outside a breeze kicked up. It really caught my attention for some reason, partially because I really needed the cool air about then, and partially because the air had been still as death for nearly the whole trip
lumancer:	It wasn't till nearly the end of the week that I came across a message one of the visionaries had attributed to Mary- something to the effect that, when Mary appears to them, she arrives with a burst of wind, like the opening of a window
lumancer:	It seems like such a small thing in retrospect, especially typing it out after the fact... but it's not something I can easily forget
lumancer:	That's all, I suppose

Hoofsy: 	All of my life I've lived near the delta
Hoofsy: 	The river delta
Hoofsy: 	That means I spent a lot of my vacations as kid in one of the houses there, away from the city, with barely anything that resembled normal life
Hoofsy: 	We just had electricity in the house we used to frequent, which was my mother’s grandfather’s house
Hoofsy: 	He had... weird habits, and was really, really old, but having spent all of his life there in the middle of nowhere he was really active
Hoofsy: 	Sometimes, he would make a really big barbeque
Hoofsy: 	just to take all the meat with him, saying it was for his friend the lobizon (sort of a wolfman in argie folklore)
Hoofsy: 	but the weirdest thing wasn't that
Hoofsy: 	Every night after dinner, my mother would try to do the dishes, and he would stop her, saying she didn't need to
Hoofsy: 	And then when we were all upstairs, trying to sleep, you could hear the dishes, and the water running
Hoofsy: 	Next morning they were clean, and inside the cupboard
Hoofsy: 	Every night
Hoofsy: 	We stopped going there soon after
Hoofsy: 	and then he lost the house in some real state scam

Dexanote:	Anyway, we all know when I was ill, right? Liver failure, etc?
Sykdroid:	Owo
Dexanote:	Anyway, I was up north in Montreal for four months, (Syka I've mentioned this like nineteen thousand times), with my dad. At one time they thought I had some kind of rare bile duct cancer, which can only really be treated there, and kept me there after they realized i didn't have the cancer. ANYWAY. It was just me and Dad, with most of my family back here in
Dexanote:	Windsor
Dexanote:	(Eight hour drive or so south of Montreal, for non-Canadians)
Dexanote:	Now... My aunt/cousins are pretty Catholic. Every night, my aunt and little cousin Abbey will sit down and pray before going to sleep. Kinda normal, right? Normal enough.
Dexanote:	One night, mid-December, Abbey says right after prayers; "I think [Dexanote] is going to get his operation soon.”. My aunt goes "Why do you say that?" "I just know."
Dexanote:	Five days later, I get my transplant.
Dexanote:	Not sure if that’s "creepy" per se, but I thought it was kinda... not sure.

Soulless: 	As a child I was... extremely pacifist. Today you'll know I'm perfectly ok with violence and killing.
Soulless: 	As a child I worried about stepping on worms in the rain. I was that pacifist. Yep. I was also very religious. I prayed to God. I thought He was always there for me. It was when I was in school, extreme isolation and bullying here.
Soulless: 	But I never hurt anyone. Honest. I took the hits and just sat there. I didn't want to hurt them. It was about that time that another imaginary friend popped up. I used to have a lot of these as a kid. I used to joke my head was a house, before I knew of Foster's home for imaginary friends.
Soulless: 	His name was 'Kyo'. Well, not so much 'Kyo', it was more like a high pitched squeak of some sort. I couldn't make it as a kid, hell if I could make it now. I remember he was in his mid-    's with wild red hair. He would always call me 'kid' and was aggressive.
Soulless: 	Whenever those kids punched me, shoved me around, isolated me, swore at me, etc. he would always be telling me to fight back. I told him stuff like 'God told me its bad' and he would laugh and say 'But god never helped you and he never will'. He laughed a lot and said things like this. It upset me a lot and I was always... too pacifist to fight him. I didn't want to have any conflict with anyone.
Soulless: 	After a time, I began thinking he was right. He laughed. It was a high pitched, nasally laugh, like something was wrong with his vocal chords. Something was fucked up with them.
Soulless: 	He told me 'let me show you how it's done' at one point. And I let him. I spent a couple months like 'that', 'that' being... well, he would... take over. He would fight back for me. He fought back. Bloody noses, bruises, bite marks, crotch-shots, everything and anything.
Soulless: 	He made sure I was gained as that one kid who would fuck your shit up if you messed with me. Except for one kid. He purposefully left one kid alone. He told me that he wanted me to take that kid out. He was the worst kid, man. Ran me over with bikes and everything. At one point I just... couldn't take it anymore. I throttled that kid. My hands around his neck, choking him. Suffocating him.
Soulless: 	And you know what? As much as I would like to deny it, I loved it. It was the first time I felt like I /did/ something. Like I had some kind of /control/ in my life. Like I could /stop this/ shit that was happening to me.
Soulless: 	And I hear Kyo saying, in his nasal voice, his laugh. 'Ya did good kid. Ya did good.' I pulled away from the kid's neck, he was sobbing and his face was all red. I never saw Kyo again. I never went to church again either.
Soulless: 	The end.

Troy:	Anyhow, I'm terrified of very, very few things.
Soulless: 	Guuuys   < Storytime
*Soulless  listens to Troy
Sykdroid:	But there's nothing professional enough
Troy:	Very, very few.
Sykdroid:	Is one of them spiders
Troy:	But there is one thing that will always terrify me, and you're going to think that it'- fuck it.
Troy:	I'm done.
TexasBigfoot:	Who'd win a fight?
Dexanote:	...
*Dexanote  sigh
Sequence:	guys
lumancer:	Doggone it
Sequence:	seriously
Hoofsy: 	Huh
TexasBigfoot:: SCP-173  or Black Dynamite?
lumancer:	Dex, +m and grant voice
Sequence:	Troy:   Please continue?
*** TexasBigfoot: was kicked by Dexanote: (  |)
*** TexasBigfoot: joined #site
Dexanote:	Please continue, Troy. Also, Tex, the answer is always batman.
Soulless: 	Troy:   please continue
Troy:	Anyhow...
Troy:	One thing that will always terrify me is being alone in the woods. And this is one of those random things cause I'm from the South, you know? We hunt down here. Kill stuff and eat it. It's a family tradition.
          	Troy:	And the reason for it is probably stupid, but...
          	Troy:	I used to live in what we called a shotgun house.
          	Troy:	It was called that because you could stand in one end, shoot a shotgun, and it would fly out the back.
          	Troy:	People just added room after room to it going backwards, right? Every time they had a kid, new room.
Troy:	Anyhow, the house was about eight rooms long, and there was a hollow next to it.
Troy:	And at the bottom of the hollow was a creek.
Troy:	And I played the FUCK out of this creek.
Troy:	I'd go down to it all the time, catch crayfish, make bridges and dams. It was amazing. Especially for a kid that was my age.
Troy:	Anyhow, one day I'm playing at my creek, and I look over, and there's a dog drinking out of it. And I'm a kid, right? Dogs = always friendly.
Troy:	So, I start making the noises--"Hey there, boy. Good boy. What's your name?"
Troy:	And this dog turns and looks at me.
Troy:	And it's got eyes that are, literally, so brown that they're red. It was extremely unsettling.
Troy:	What was worse was his muzzle. It was dripping with the water, but also, next to it, I noticed some sort of dead animal.
Troy:	And it was gross, disgusting... This dog was obviously crazed and feral and dangerous and I started to back away.
Troy:	I turn as quick as I can and run. I run like a motherfucker, straight up the side of the hill, and I hear it coming after me.
Troy:	It's growling and chasing and I'm terrified, running as quick as I can up the stairs, pulling the screen and getting inside, only turning to look behind me when I got the screen closed.
Troy:	The dog was there, holding the dead animal--dad said it was a possum--and it stopped, dropped it on our door mat, wagged its tail once and turned and ran away.
Troy:	I never saw it again, but I never went down to play by the creek again either.
Troy:	Maybe it was trying to make friends, I guess... but...
Troy:	The End.

Mactavish:	It's going to sound ridiculous
Mactavish:	And there's a lot of hazy spots because most of it was a long-ass time ago
Mactavish:	OK
Mactavish:	I have a double name
Mactavish:	Let's say
Mactavish:	Axel and Nicholas
Mactavish:	I always go by the second
Mactavish:	Always did
Mactavish:	I have to confess, I've always been pretty superstitious
Mactavish:	Not traditional ones like knocking over the salt or walking underneath a ladder
Mactavish:	More personal things, like always covering two tiles when walking on the street, or arranging things in a certain pattern
Mactavish:	Anyways
Mactavish:	I always used my second name
Mactavish:	N
Mactavish:	But never the first
Mactavish:	I remember feeling the first one didn't really suit me
Mactavish:	Still insist on being called by the second one, natch
Mactavish:	Anyways
Mactavish:	It sort of grew on me that Axel was not me, but another
Mactavish:	Not an imaginary friend
Mactavish:	More like, Tyler Durden
Mactavish:	But not as straightforward
Mactavish:	He just...I dunno
Mactavish:	Kept talking about creepy stuff
Mactavish:	Like corpses, and diseases, and people dying
Soulless: 	...Like a thought not your own but you're thinking it?
Mactavish:	Kinda, yeah
Mactavish:	This ties into another thing
Mactavish:	Remember when you were a kid, and you had a personal boogieman?
Dexanote:	... ah.
Mactavish:	Like, you were afraid of certain things but /that/ one made you piss in your pajamas?
]Mactavish:	Well
Mactavish:	I didn't
Mactavish:	I just had a fucking circus of them
Mactavish:	Each one with distinct names and personalities
Mactavish:	Bah, personalities
Mactavish:	More like a schtick
Mactavish:	Like Billy Applehead
Mactavish:	Basically
Mactavish:	Kid in a cowboy jumpsuit, like your stereotypical hick
Mactavish:	And he had a huge, twisted, rotting head that looked like an apple core
Mactavish:	And the Ugly Dog, which was a Body Horror dog
Dexanote:	that's kinda fuckawesome from my perspective, but I presume something is lost in translation.
Mactavish:	(Most probably a roadkilled dog I saw)
Mactavish:	All twisted legs and multiple red eyes and such
Mactavish:	And Axel, the other one, was friends with them, and wanted me to play with them
Mactavish:	I was fucking terrified of each and every single one
Mactavish:	I had an explosive imagination then
Mactavish:	There was the Bicycle Ghost, which was...
Mactavish:	I dunno
Mactavish:	The most accurate thing I can say about that one is a guy fused to a bike a la Tetsuo
Mactavish:	(This I gathered from several old drawings I made)
Mactavish:	(For a psychologist)
Mactavish:	I started going to therapy from a very young age
Mactavish:	It makes sense now
Mactavish:	I mean, most of those monsters were my interpretation of certain things
Mactavish:	But
Mactavish:	I don't know how so much became lost
Mactavish:	Anyways
Mactavish:	The worst of them was also the one I remember less clearly
Mactavish:	It was called Mr. Goodly, or Mr. Goodling
Mactavish:	Some such shit
Mactavish:	Basically, it was a living, grinning shadow
Mactavish:	It was special because it was never aggressive
Mactavish:	It just floated around, just out of view
Mactavish:	And it kept laughing
Mactavish:	And it was really low
Mactavish:	Very subtle
Mactavish:	It could come from under the bed, or from inside the closet, or from behind me
Mactavish:	Wish I could describe it better
Mactavish:	But that's the best I remember
Mactavish:	It was a floating shadow that laughed a lot
Mactavish:	This all came back to me when I was "cleaning" my room and found those old drawings
Mactavish:	Long story short, I was a pretty fucked up kid

Spook:	ok. so. real.
*lumancer  listens
Soulless: 	lumancer:   ok
*Soulless  listens to Spook.
Spook:	I was 7. In 2nd grade. I slept with a night light that was just bright enough for me to get to the bedroom door without tripping over stuff.
Spook:	I wake up one night, no idea the time, and there's something sitting on the end of my bed, just past my feet.
Spook:	there was just enough light for me to see that there was something there. about maybe a foot high.
Spook:	Couldn't make out much. a small head, body. Too dark to see more. and it was just sitting there.
Spook:	and I was so scared I couldn't move. I just stared at it for maybe two minutes.
Spook:	it shifted position a couple times. and I would not move. and I couldn't see it clearly.
Spook:	It moved when I lifted my head. and it moved fast.
Spook:	It moved off the side of my bed.
Spook:	I say it "moved". I didn't feel it. and it was right by my feet.
Spook:	in less than a second it had moved off of my bed and over the side. I didn't feel it move, and I didn't hear it.
Spook:	and I couldn't see where it had gone.
Spook:	I cried till my mom came in.
Spook:	and that's about it. never saw anything like it again in my life.

TexasBigfoot:	I was about three or four, right? It's storming outside and I'm scared, so I'm sleeping in the bed with my parents to wait out the storm. I wake up at around two in the night, and I turn to the side of the bed. A figure is standing there, in a brown robe, far too thin to be a woman or a man, long, wispy orange hair, and no visible face, just green, velvet-like skin, and arms hanging down by
TexasBigfoot:	the sides with long, spindly fingers with claws. I scream, go to wake my mother, turn, and ..
TexasBigfoot:	nothing.
TexasBigfoot:	It scared me so vividly I still remember it.
Soulless: 	...Jeez D :
TexasBigfoot:	It was wearing clothes, I know it, I saw buttons.
TexasBigfoot:	It's face kind of looked like... carpet.
TexasBigfoot:	I never saw it again. I think it was just a nightmare.
Spook:	"spindly fingers" /shudder
Soulless: 	Jeeeez.
Soulless: 	I... I kind of have another story, if that's ok?
TexasBigfoot:	Unlike my last story,  this one was true

Hoofsy: 	When I was about... I don't know,    or
Hoofsy: 	I used to go to taekwondo classes
Hoofsy: 	Sometimes the teachers would organize a camp out, in a really big sports club that was close to the woods
Hoofsy: 	It lasted for  2  days, first day was completely normal
Hoofsy: 	But then the second night there was a really fucked up storm
Hoofsy: 	Literally, I think it's the biggest storm I can remember, we couldn't even sleep in our tents that night, because the wind was too strong
Hoofsy: 	The next morning my best friend at the time and I woke up really early, like 5 am or something
Hoofsy: 	When we looked through the windows it was all gray, literally, fog was so thick you couldn't even see your feet
Hoofsy: 	Like the little assholes we were we decided to go explore, even though no adult was present
Hoofsy: 	we walked around for a bit
Hoofsy: 	then we found a soccer field, and decided to have a little race, when both of us reached the goal, which was the other side of the field
Hoofsy: 	we bumped with a chest high fence, and we could barely make out a house in the distance, since the fog had cleared up a little
Hoofsy: 	it was a little house, with a small windmill on the back
Hoofsy: 	looked abandoned
Hoofsy: 	we were catching our breath when we started to hear a faint scream, and giggles, coming from the house, and footsteps coming from the fog directly in front of us, past the little fence
Hoofsy: 	at first we were paralyzed, then we ran back all the way to the big room we used to sleep that night
Hoofsy: 	One of the professors was already up, and we told him what happened, so naturally he checked it out, by himself
Hoofsy: 	     minutes later, he came back, pale as hell, and told us not to go near the football field
Hoofsy: 	Needless to say, we didn't
Hoofsy: 	hell I didn't even go out that day
Hoofsy: 	The fucking giggles

Soulless: 	So... I used to sleep   18+ hours a day. I dreamed of many things. So many things.
Soulless: 	I dreamed of magical things and normal things, boring things and epic things, heroic sacrifices and child slaughter.
Soulless: 	However there was this one that kind of... affected me. I guess. I was in a large, large hallway, with teeth. I knew I had to get to the end of the hallway. This hallway was made of flesh, like you would see in a video game, with sharp teeth and pulsing sacs of flesh of which I had the vague idea they used to be y family.
Soulless: 	And I would run down this hallway. It would narrow as a run, scratching up my arms pretty bad. The dream itself wasn't so bad. I died as the teeth gnashed into me, killing me in a single bite. The problem was when I woke up.
Soulless: 	There were cuts all over my arms when I woke up. All over. Like someone had ran a dagger and tried to slice my arms up into ribbons. They were old-ish cuts, and not deep enough to scar, but they were there. And I didn't have them the night before.
Soulless: 	I didn't mind this so much. I got up and walked off, brushed my teeth and... I saw it. This mass of flesh. With those teeth that made no sense, those pulsing eyeballs. It grinned at me through the mirror. When I turned...
          	Soulless: 	When I turned, -it- was gone. I knew it was gone before I even turned. The next night I had the same dream, except -it- was in the hallway, beckoning me, asking me to run faster, to try harder. I got more scratches.
Soulless: 	Ad I always, always died.
Soulless: 	It happened around the period of a week, that these dreams continued, and 'that creature' continues coming up. It was a red mass, one of those photoshopped aborted fetuses.
Soulless: 	Except it was teeth and eyeballs and a grin that ripped it's on flesh apart with its wideness. The last part was when I woke up and it was on my bed. In front of me. Grinning, dripping its... blood? fluids? Onto me. It smelled horrible.
Soulless: 	We just stared at each other like that for some time. I closed my eyes and began to scream. It wasn't like a normal scream, no. It was a growling, throat-tearing scream that I just couldn't stop. The kind where the person chokes on their own spittle and keeps screaming.
Soulless: 	It's the kind of scream where the tears meld with the snot and the spittle and it forms a nice little goopy puddle and they just can't stop the screaming coming from their lips, reddening their faces with this instinctual repulsiveness to something that /cannot be, but is/.
Soulless: 	My mother came in and I knew she didn't know what to do. I was separated from my body. I couldn't stop my own screams, after a while I couldn't even feel them anymore.
Soulless: 	And she stared at me, horrified. She said it was the worst face I have ever made, she never wants to see her child make that kind of face.
Soulless: 	And, I continued this for hours. I was awake, too. I was quite aware of what I was doing and why.
Soulless: 	When I stopped, I could taste blood, and I felt kind of numb to every emotion in the book.
Soulless: 	I never had that dream again, the cuts healed, and life continued as normal. But I will never forget the odd clear feeling I felt, the incredible shut-down-my-mind numbness for the hours I screamed after seeing that -thing-.

lumancer:	So, middle school. It was a weekend or something, I'm at home doing nothing in particular.
Sequence:	Oh man, we've been story timing for over 4 hours))
Dexanote:	I'm impressed, 19 . Didn't know you had it in you. Go on, Lum
lumancer:	To set the scene a bit, I was playing some CD's on one of those obnoxiously big portable audio systems you saw a lot around the turn of the century
lumancer:	It's on the floor near the door
lumancer:	I'm reading on the bed
Sequence:	((boomboxes?))
Spook:	ghettoblaster
lumancer:	(nothing that elaborate. We are very, very white.)
lumancer:	The track I was listening to ends, and then something comes on I'm not familiar with
*Soulless  listening eagerly.
lumancer:	Starts out very repetitive, just a voice saying a few syllables over and again
lumancer:	Voice starts to fade, piano picks up, then strings... all of it a little minor, but not to odd
lumancer:	And then the static kicks in
lumancer:	And then the voices
lumancer:	At this point I'm holding stock still on my bed staring at the little stereo wondering what the hell is going on. The sounds just got stranger from there
lumancer:	At this point I was legitimately convinced that my stereo was possessed
lumancer:	At the time I did what seemed perfectly logical; I picked a crucifix up off the nail on the wall and tried to use it to hit the stop button
lumancer:	But the fucking thing /SCREAMED AT ME/ the instant the crucifix even brushed it
lumancer:	I don't think I've ever jumped that hard in my life since
lumancer:	Worst part was, since the thing was by the door it was blocking my way out, and at this point there was no way in FUCK I was going to try stepping over it
lumancer:	Maybe a minute after that the track ends, and the CD continues as usual
lumancer:	As it turns out, the "possessed" radio was just Revolution 9 by the Beatles