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It started as a game. Six college kids at a party. Then someone suggested they try the Ouija board. The board that Corie had hidden in the back of her closet and sworn never to touch again. Not after what happened last time. Not after Jake's death...
They were only playing around, but the Ouija board worked all right. Maybe too well. A spirit who called himself Butler began to send them messages - and make demands. Butler promised them a hidden treasure if only they would follow his directions and head off to a secluded spot in the mountains... a wild, isolated spot where anything could be waiting for them. Treasure or death. Or Butler himself.

Basically if there's something under you that's any kind of glowing nasty colored and or bubbling you step off that real quick like, I can't abide any dumb noob just standing in that mess watching his health bar slide into zero.

^^^agreed.

It's a hot, hot night. Too hot to be making love unless your romance is young, like Sherry and Duane's. It's their first time but there's just one problem - they have no condoms. Of course they could wait until tomorrow... Duane remembers the all-night Speed-D-Mart. In the usual circumstances, it's not a place anyone would want to visit at night. But these aren't usual circumstances. Duane throws on his clothes - the store is just ten minutes down the block. Now Sherry is waiting. Ten minutes has gone, so has twenty. She's not worried - what's another few minutes? Then she hears the noise from down the street. It might be a door slamming. It might be the backfire of a car. But Sherry thinks it sounds mostly like a gunshot.

Great Googily Moogely!

Yeah that escalated quickly.

Neal has been carrying a gun in his car lately - just to be safe. And it looks like it's a good thing he has. When he spots a woman tied naked to a tree and a man ready to kill her, he has no choice but to shoot the attacker. As a reward, the woman gives Neal something unimaginable.
Neal's reward is a bracelet. A very special bracelet. It enables its wearer to step inside other people, to see through their eyes, to feel whatever they feel. To take "body rides". But Neal has a big problem. The man he shot isn't dead. And he wants revenge. First he's going to finish what he started with the woman. Then he's going after Neal.

Reminds me of the bracelet on Stan Lee's Lucky Man show, can't take it off and whatever good luck you get from it equal bad luck is visited upon someone else.

Stan is awesome...✅

Sometime soon we are going to have to come to terms with the idea that Stan Lee isn't an immortal.

I know. Thats so sad.

But when Stan dies he will Ascend to the Stars and be come a Planet Devouring Star God. And still named Stan.

That would be dope.

Its great that he's gotten to see the MCU take off. His babies brought to life.

I pray that his first act as a Deity will be to step on WB HQ.

Stan will be a benevolent god. Excelsior!

For years morbid tourists have flocked to the Beast House, eager to see the infamous site of so many unspeakable atrocities, to hear tales of the beast said to prowl the hallways. They can listen to the audio tour on their headphones as they stroll from room to room, looking at the realistic recreations of the blood-drenched corpses...
But the audio tour only gives the sanitized version of the horrors of the Beast House. There are some facts too gruesome for the average thrill seekers. If you want the full story, you have to take the Midnight Tour, a very special event strictly limited to thirteen brave visitors. It begins at the stroke of midnight. You may not live to see it end.

....Sounds like my last Family Thanksgiving. ..

Just came back from my trip
Stayed in a nice hotel w my babe
Went over to another hotel high above a tower that moved, a restaurant there..was okay.

Walked a lot and the voyage home was long and painful. Bought my boo 7 gifts think I over did it? Bought a nice birthday cake, ate it throughout the trip.. umm one thing we both forgot was snacks. Snacks are important.

Originally posted by Flyattractor
[b]....Sounds like my last Family Thanksgiving. .. [/B]

Whitechapel, 1888; Jack the Ripper is committing his last known act of butchery in the hovel occupied by the luckless harlot Mary Kelly. And beneath the bed on which the fiend is cheerfully eviscerating his victim cowers a 15-year-old boy. This is just the start of an extraordinary adventure.

Time Travel Tours, walk through 1888 Whitechapel, pub crawl with Springheel Jack and the girls.