Broadcast #3 Everyone. I am SO sorry about posting this so late. Apparently Microsoft word breaks down if you use it too much. I guess my computer must be kind of pissed at me for using it for six years in a row, school days and holidays included. Everything has to break eventually. And I'm also sorry for not posting for literal MONTHS. There's not much excuse for this, unfortunately. I'm terribly, terribly sorry for my absence and I promise that from now on, I will post things on a regular basis. Normally I don't update because there's nothing much happening, but there's something weird that happened over the holidays that I wrote about in the previous document, which tragically got destroyed along with Microsoft Word. On December 17th of last year, we were having Christmas dinner early because some of my uncles were going back to China for the new year, and the family wanted us to all be together before they left. Me and @AmazingDanny are two of the youngest in the family, after we had finished dinner we both went into the attic and started horsing around. Okay, some of the more observant readers here would probably going like "You live in an apartment! How did you get into the attic?" Actually, we were at our grandmother's house, which is where we always hold the parties, seeing as it's really spacious. Anyway, me and D were so bored we went right up there and explored it for lack of better things to do. The grown ups used to tell all sorts of tall tales about monsters that ate children hiding in dark corners like this, so it wasn't really a surprise that we hadn't been up there before. It had been a few years since we've been to our grandmother's house. It was smaller than what we expected, and dustier as well. But me and D stayed there a long time. We were bored, so for a while we pretended to be detectives solving some baffling murder case. But after a while, D wanted to go to the toilet so I tried to open the door. And I couldn't. I initially thought that the door had jammed, but then we tried stomping on it and it wouldn't budge. I'm not a very athletic person, but D is one of the best soccer students on the team, so this came as a shock. We were really scared now, so I suggested finding something to smash open the hinges. The moment when I REALLY knew something was up was when we helped each other pick up a trunk that must have weighed about 40kg, and rammed the door with it. My knuckles were so sore from gripping on so tight! When all our energy was spent, we just sat with our backs against the door, throats aching from yelling. Then D noticed something in the corner of the room, a box. Upon closer inspection, it was a… ouiji board! D only wanted to get out and didn’t want to have anything to do with the supernatural, but just because there was nothing to do and it would be some time before our parents realised we were missing, we decided to use it. This would be considered a pretty dumb decision, but the alternative would have been to sit there for hours and hours until our parents realized we were missing once they were about to go home. We followed the instructions on the cover, and asked the ‘spirit’ to give us a sign that it was there. D suggested opening the door so we could go out. With a gentle push from my palm, the door swung open. The instant we realised we were free, we rushed out. D went straight to the toilet, and I asked my grandmother about the Ouija board. She said that she used to play with it when she was young, and that I could have it as a Christmas gift if I liked, seeing as she wasn't going to use it. I thanked her and put it into my bag. It's still there. Not sure what to do. :|
