I have a Necronomicon related story, not a quija-board. But it's on that same level.. I didn't even realize it untill my mom pointed it out to me. (She's a Wiccan and warns me to stay away from The Necronomicon despite how I've been drawn to it via dreams. Before the dreams, I didn't even know what it was..)

It does sound like something out of a horror movie, there are these black families, like African-black, who speak of it and look at us as if we're involved somehow, and it always takes place at the fair.. Mom recently has started having the dreams too but i've had them for a long time now and don't see them as dangerous but in actuallity as people with simaler goals..

The thing about it is, Pete was getting into drugs way before The Necronomicon came into his life, but just to prove i'm a supersticous fool, he and his friends got one one day and tried chanting the incanations, nothing happend, atleast, not on the surface.

Pete grew more and more depressed, after a few weeks of cocaine and lsd, it wasn't enough, and he started doing heroine, they found him in the back of an abadoned gas stachine, he died of overdose. Melaine (his other best friend besides me) thinks he killed himself, because he knew the dangers of heroine overdose, and was a very depressed individual, I don't doubt it was drugs and depression that killed him and not The Necronomicon, but I don't believe in quincidence, The Necronomicon probably served as the extra push Pete needed to go over the edge. Now more then ever I trust that it holds power over mortal lives, and I yearn for the ability to control and cause anguish that The Necronomicon can promise me.. I warned Pete not to do it, some people are not ready for the occult, infact, I'd say about three out of four aren't. (This is why you hear about so many stories of people dieing and or dissapearing..) but he didn't listen. Pete was my friend, and I cared about him, (atleast as much as I'm capable of caring, which isn't saying much lol..) but Pete meddled with forces he was not ready to handle, he was not one of the chosen souls, and he met the same fate all those who would try to be something they're not will face..

You would think I'd encourage people NOT to tryout The Necronomicon, but nothing could be farther from the truth, they're foolish enough to believe it's all just a myth, and I'm horrible enough to just let themselves get killed. I told mom, it's like teaching a child not to put his hand on the stove because it'll burn, and mom's like "but you don't deliberately encourage them to do it just to prove a point!" and i'm like "ofcourse you do, thier expression is princeless! >: D"

I was born this way by the way, being cruel and meglomaniac, though I've evolved over time, being a petty thug as a child who just lashed out at the world through violance and anger, and have moved on to a more sinister contentment in that all things suffer, and they deserve to..