Calling Up Spirits
The whole night was literally put on by me because I knew three people would not be enough to call a spirit if we tried it seriously. I tried for the first spirit but nothing happened so I helped it on its way. For a little while I didn’t do anything but soon I started thinking in my head of the answers to our questions and what do you know, the cup glided to my letters. The first spirit didn’t make any sense because it kept talking gibberish and couldn’t spell.
Blowing out all the candles we tried again and this time we got ourselves a more powerful spirit with a little help from me. Shawn and Tatton kept taking their fingers off probably to show they weren’t pushing it and I done it every now and again. Most of the times the cup stopped when I let go of it but some of the time the cup kept moving. Tatton started to get smart with the second spirit tapping the glass and all shit like that so blowing out the candles and calling up another spirit I chose to be a little nasty.
This last time we called up the spawn of the Devil, one of God’s adversaries. Letting the cup lead itself on it’s own accord, some of the time we came across this information. Mostly from my imagination, the spirits name was Abraham and it kept telling us to read passage 25 of God’s bible. That’s where they would find the answer to the Armageddon, which Tatton kept asking about.
Prophecies of Doom
The answer to the end of the world was in four years something or other and suddenly the cup started pointing towards Tatton. Getting to the bottom of it we found out that the spirit didn’t like Tatton whether he was alive or dead and telling us some future shit we found out that Tatton will be 45 when he has his first sexual encounter and blow job.
Then we found out that Tatton is going to run me over when he’s 34 and because I break my hip out of it I poison him within a month with arsenic. The spirit then wanted to talk to Shawn and being hesitant to place his finger onto the cup he was also told of future even though he didn’t want to hear. This premonition was a bit more powerful as the spirit warned Tatton that he was going to die in four hours.
Now Shawn was the one who would break his hip and deepening our inquiry we found that Tatton was going to crash the car on the way home and hit a tree. That of course had a little bit to do with me and my thoughts and I know it was a bit harsh but it didn’t happen. Shawn was supposedly invincible, as the spirit wanted his blood and mine also. I had to put myself in the picture so no one would suspect me. Shawn and Tatton weren’t really worried by the events that were told to them. They weren’t very startled.
Sunrise and Celica History
The time crept up to 5:30 a.m. in the morning and as the sun came up it was time for Shawn and Tatton to head home. The candles were near burning out and as we cleaned my room and talked of the ouija that just took place I walked them to the door and then headed upstairs to eat. Mum woke up and told me that they were headed to Liverpool for the day. Back downstairs I decided not to get to sleep taking advantage of the fact I had the modem still in my room and with that I connected back up to the internet and looked over Celica’s and the history of them for the next hour.
There were some interesting factors I found out about Celica’s like the first Toyota Sports car ever produced in 1967 called the Toyota 2000GT. This kind of looked like the Bat Mobile and it was pretty good looking but other good looking things started to attract my attention on the search pages. You just can’t escape it on the internet, there I was looking for pictures of Jennifer Love Hewitt and up come some pornographic sites.
Well, I’m a guy, I couldn’t resist and for the next hour I was trying to hack into some of the sites with only one successful hack using a fake credit card number at ‘Private’. The whole internet ordeal kept me awake until the early hours of the afternoon today. The time I actually logged off the internet was around midday and I got myself to sleep around 12:30 p.m.
Woken by Lyssa
My sleep was short lived though as I gathered it would be and at 3:00 p.m. my phone rang. Deep in sleep I was woken from my slumber by Lyssa’s voice, one that I hadn’t heard for two or more night’s due to our little tussle on the phone. Trying to think while still half asleep I tried to recall my night and it felt like so long ago to me. Last night’s events where we visited the ‘Subway’ were distant and I thought that happened days ago when I was woken up.
Lyssa asked me why I sounded so groggy and then she gathered that I was just woken up. Not knowing what time I actually went to sleep Lyssa got angry when I wanted to sleep a little more and that pissed me off a little because she should have had the decency to let me sleep. After a minute or two of conversation and me being considerate to Lyssa’s call she let me get to sleep and for half an hour I slept tranquilly but only for half an hour.
From what I can’t recall, Lyssa gave me a call back impatient and bored and myself, once again I couldn’t remember if I had called her of if she had called me. That’s how dazed I was when woken up from my sleep, I was questioning Lyssa and asking her if I had made the call because I believed that I did. Lyssa and I talked for a couple of minutes despite my faintness, we conversed about how I had seen her at the Commonwealth Bank Monday night.
Lyssa didn’t go to College on Monday night and she tried to tell me that she’s been attending Monday night’s for the past seven weeks. To my knowledge (I was a bit light headed I must admit) Lyssa has taken a day off every week for the past couple of weeks, maybe giving one full week the exception. I’d have to look back in my Diary to see who was right but I’m sure I am. Then again, Lyssa is always right every other time and I get chopped so…

Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
