I was very, very tempted to not tell this story in full and just to let people guess. In fact I think I'll do just that. It did really happen though, while I was in Norwich, and it involved a ouija board, a paranoid flatmate of mine, and this strange priest turning up one day, telling us it was all down to the "lifestyle" we were living, and eventually calling me psychotic because I told him to get the fuck out of my house.
Last updated 4th May 1998