Posted: Wed Apr 19, 2006 5:18 am
Ah, only my immediately family has seen my comic. Given its content, I only show it to them and close friends.Guildmaster Van wrote:That is f'n metal! Well, except for the death part.blackaby wrote:My great uncle was an exorcist. His first exorcism failed - his hair went white in a few days, despite the fact he was a young man. He was called to do a second exorcism - according to my great aunt, a black dog came out of the mouth of a possessed woman. My great uncle died shortly afterwards.
What descent are you of?
In Britain and Nordic areas there's many legends about black dogs, but I forget their respective names.
What does your great-aunt think of your comic?
I should really have told the whole story on here, rather than in the semi-more-private atmosphere of the chat. I mean it wasn't fascinating but it's kind of interesting.
As I said on chat, I'm Irish and among the many other ghosts/etc I've inherited, there is now a black dog that appears during bad times. And this isn't part of what I told you, so I'll relate it here... The dog isn't just seen by us, of course. While in Wales about four years ago, I was staying in a haunted house (again). The only manifestation of this haunting I experienced was that no matter where I was in the place, tears would run down my cheeks. (Incidentally this was before my exciting tumour surgery which completely raped my tear ducts, which means they leak fairly often these days, but didn't then).
This bit about the haunted house has no bearing on the rest of the story - it's just 'colour' commentary. Anyway, while I was in bed in the morning, a huge black dog suddenly appeared in the garden of the people I was staying with - my friend's great aunt and uncle. It was - by the great aunt's testimony - around the size of a small pony and was trying to get into the house. Brave woman that she was, she stood her ground and tried to fight it off... and at some point in the proceedings the dog suddenly vanished.
She came in and related this story over breakfast. I immediately got up and left to freak out by myself in the bathroom while my friend had to explain that having a black dog trying to get into the house was a sign of impending death/destruction/imminent badshit in my family.
The thing is, right, that I don't remember anything terribly bad happening after that incident to the family. Usually something dramatic would occur within a few days, but nothing did this time. And sure on the flight back to Australia, a few of our plane's engines fell off - but that just meant a few delays for us. I'm wondering if the great aunt's fight with the dog made it decide to bugger off and mess with someone else's family instead.
I'd like to talk about psychic experiences and the like, but having a psychic mother and brother is really not interesting. You end up having phone conversations a lot like this:
Me, ringing: "Hello Mu-"
Mum: "You haven't eaten all day and so I just ordered pizza for you."
Me: "Well, ok-"
Mum: "Also, you really shouldn't go home with him, he comes from a bad family."
Me: "Who?"
Mum: "The guy you'll meet him at a club tonight."
Me: "Ri-"
Mum: "Don't worry about finishing your thesis tonight, your deadline has been extended by two weeks."
Me: "But-"
Mum: "So is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
Me: "MUM ARGH ARGH ARGH."
Mum makes an effort not to do this with people normally because it freaks 'em out, but she kind of forgets when talking to family members.
And I suspect now that 95% of people at CG believe I'm completely insane.
