THAT'S FRICKIN WEIRD!

This will be the last week of the strange if we don't get some strange strange in here asap!

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Hi Todd,
Thanks for your site, you have given me many hours of
entertainment, and boredom relief.

Anyway, when I was sixteen, my two girlfriends and I
got into the Ouija board, which I think everyone does
at some point. To be honest, most of the time, I was
pushing it, or I'm certain someone else was, but it
was fun to scare ourselves. We got the idea to try to
contact Jim Morrison, so we started playing with the
board a lot, but I pretty much knew nothing strange
was happening, and it was fun.

One rainy day in my friend's living room, we had
nothing else to do, so we brought out the board. We
did the usual "If you are there, give us a sign ". At
that point my friend's huge grandfather clock starts
chiming, and we all jumped out of our skins, and then
immediately started laughing hysterically at how much
it had scared us. Until I noticed that is was 11:40,
and the clock only chimed on the hour. We packed up
the board and put it in the garbage, I didn't want to
take it home with me! That was the end of the Ouija
board phase!

My freaky dream...

I'm at my grandmother's house in Illinois, along with the rest of my
family. In order to choose which bedroom we will sleep in, she gives us
each a ring with a colored stone and our name on the ring. The color of
the stone matches the color of the room you'll get. For example, my
sister and I both get pale green and my cousins get pale pink. There's
one ring left - unclaimed with no name. It's burgundy. Grandma says,
"It's up to you to find the burgundy room."

All the sudden this kid I went to school with in 1st grade, Gordon,
shows up and says he'll help me. We begin to walk down the long
hallway, lined with bedrooms. The first two are the familiar ones, pink
and green. After that we start to see strange rooms. One is
tie-dyed,wtih some hippies living there, one is standard blue with math
nerds working on computers, etc. etc. But we keep looking in every
room, trying to find a burgundy room. At the end of the hallway is the
closet. We open it and there's a huge marble balcony. But off the
balcony is a pinky/orange nothingness - sky and ground are gone.

We rush back into the house and try to find the burgundy room, and you
can feel the danger getting worse and worse. The rooms get weirder and
weirder, what's in them, and the hallway gets longer and longer.

Finally, we find a room that is completely white - all furniture,
carpeting, walls. Also in the room are ten little girls in white
dresses with very evil looks on their faces, standing in a row. Slowly,
bur surely, the color of burgundy begins to soak every inch of white in
the room. And the girls stand motionless, grinning their sinister grins
of pure evil.

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I met this girl in one of my classes in college, and we got along great. Her roommate was moving out and she needed someone to fill the space, so I moved in. As we've gotten to know each other better, there are quite a few alarming similarities we have:

- We both have the same birthday, November 11th.

- We were born at the same hospital, only 5 hours apart.

- We both have one older brother, whose birthdays are October 5th.

- Our last 4 boyfriends' names, in order, are Ken, Matt, Roger, and Jason.

- Both of us dated our "Jasons" for 3 years and 3 months.

- Both of our best friends are named Heather.

- Our parents have the same anniversary.

- We both at one time during our childhood had a cat named Cooter, after the guy from Dukes of Hazard.

We also have a tendency to do the same thing at the same time... like, I'll have my hand on the phone to call her, and the phone will ring and she'll be calling me. Or we'll both be standing in the kitchen talking, and we'll both wipe a strand of hair from our face or put our hand on our hip.

It's really starting to freak me out.

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todd,

i would classify myself as an athiest if pressed, and certainly don't believe in an afterlife. BUT:

a friend of mine died last year. we had met at work. we were very close, i spent alot of time with his wife and kids, and he was in his early 30's, so it was devastating when he died. his wife moved out of town, and although i thought of her and my friend often, i hadn't seen her or the kids for many months. she moved back to town and stopped by my office, and i was thrilled to see her.

just a few minutes after i saw her, i got in my car to go to lunch. while in the car, i heard "i'll be there" by the jackson five, "you've got a friend" by james taylor, and the motown song "i'll be there." it was so eerie but somehow really special too.

in the motown song, you know that part where he's all "just look over your shoulder, girl! i'll be there!" i really did look over my shoulder. my friend wasn't there, over my shoulder, but the message was too clear. i've got a friend . . . he'll be there. neat, huh?

maureen :7

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