| Ouija, are you there?
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| Ouija, are you there?
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| Is there a presence among us?
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| Oui… ja, oui… ja
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| Dark is the memory I set out to forget
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| We used an oracle board to contact the dead
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| Young, bored and impatient we asked the name of the entity
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| The glass suddenly moved spelling out «Charlie»
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| Why are you here?
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| What do you want?
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| «Protect you»
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| How do you wish to protect me?
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| Charlie, are you a member of the family?
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| «No, I am a friend»
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| Fun and excitement turned into fear and disbelief
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| It gave answers to questions no soul knows but me
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| We moved the glass planchette to say our goodbye
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| It moved the pointer to «No"so we asked Charlie «Why»
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| From that moment the atmosphere began to change
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| Kind answers became evasive, dark and strange
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| Threatening the spirit: Leave, in the name of the Lord!
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| Bone-chilling messages came forth from the talking board
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| «Bitch! |
| Slut! |
| Whore! |
| Cunt!
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| Go fuck your God! |
| Fuck your God!»
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| D-I-E spelled out repeatedly
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| It threatened my family with death
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| The glass shattered
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| Releasing a scent of decay
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| We failed to perform a portal-closing spell
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| Panicked, we ran away
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| Charlie
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| Something is watching me
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| Charlie
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| It’s a shadow
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| Charlie
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| It is following me
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| Why are you here?
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| What do you want?
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| «Destroy you!»
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| Charlie wants to kill me
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| Charlie is not a friend |