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As some of the forum members (myself included) are still in their teens, I wonder: are there any crazy teenage memories that forum members would like to share? Because everyone needs a good laugh every once in a while. To start this off, one of mine was the time when my friends and I rolled the yard of a man who owned the local pawn shop. What we didn’t know was that he had security cameras watching the yard. He came out of the house and yelled, “What the hell is it?!?”. We got scared and yelled, “Don’t shoot!”. He said, “You must be crazy to think that I’m gonna shoot y’all. I thought y’all were fighting because everyone moved around so much!”

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Okay, I have got one...and yes, it popped up in my mind when I was posting to the Halloween topic...but don't worry, this will make sense later on in this thread :D

When I was 16, I was living in this squat in Copenhagen. We were all young and free, and it was one of the coolest times in my life. One day a bunch of fellow punks from Norway came to visit us and there was this guy called John, ugly as hell but extremely intelligent, spiritual and into as I...the super natural. Now we were sitting talking about ghosts and hauntings and somebody must have overheard us, because the next thing that happened was this guy comming into the room with a gravestone that he had stolen at a near by cemetary (shitty thing to do really, but he was young and drunk). Some girl said that we should try and calm the spirit because it was angry now and John said he could conduct a seance...now this was getting really interesting, so of course I told them that I was up for it. 

Well, we then went up stars to find a quiet spot, taking with us candles, salt, the gravestone of course, our cigarettes and such and then sat down to well, contact the spirit. John was going to sit with the gravestone on his lap and the rest of us with a DIY ouija board. Things progressed and the room got colder, people could start "sensing" something, and I swear that John went into a trance...he looked as if he was miles away, he was a hairy guy and I could clearly see the hair on his arms stand up, and tears were rolling down his face which was otherwise completely calm. Well, we found out that the soul of the old lady who's gravestone had been stolen would forgive us if we put it back the very same night. And John asked me if I would carry the stone back to the cemetary, because he thought I would be the best person to do so, I agreed and we all began to go down stairs to were the others were. 

I needed to do a few things in my own room, so I left and apparently while I was gone, everybody in our living room had been told what happened and it spooked the hell out of everyone and before anyone knew it, people claimed to see posters move by themselves, strange bumps from upstairs, cold winds and what have you :D (sorry, this trip down memory lane is make me giggle). So I was almost finished doing the things I needed to do after half an hour or so and I felt like smoking a cigarette, so I sat up on my window ledge and just leaving one lamp on, so from outside you could just see my silhouette and then this guy in the street outside who's brother was the one who had stolen the gravestone in the first place, looked up at my window and screamed  “Sod off, you bitch", I am wondering what the hell is going on and I leave my room and just casually walk down the hall to see what hell is going on. Now I have always been a quiet walker, no stomping in the floor when it comes to me! And my shadow must have been seen on the wall  just before I reached the open door to the living room, because as I did people began to scream and get up and run away (I am laughing so hard now :D)...because they thought that I was a ghost!!!! :D:D:D

Never the less, the grave stone was taking back to it's rightful owner and the gig afterwards was really good, Channel Rats from Hamburg. 

But damn, that image of a bunch of punks...some almost twice my size...being scared shitless by, at the time, little scrawny me will "haunt" me forever. Bloody priceless and so hilarious :D

However that was the first and last time that I was ever accused of being a ghost...shame though, because it was a blast as long as it lasted :D

P. S That guy in the street actually apologized latter on in a very gentlemanly manner for calling me a bitch :)

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On 10/24/2018 at 4:22 AM, Tortuga said:

Okay, I have got one...and yes, it popped up in my mind when I was posting to the Halloween topic...but don't worry, this will make sense later on in this thread :D

When I was 16, I was living in this squat in Copenhagen. We were all young and free, and it was one of the coolest times in my life. One day a bunch of fellow punks from Norway came to visit us and there was this guy called John, ugly as hell but extremely intelligent, spiritual and into as I...the super natural. Now we were sitting talking about ghosts and hauntings and somebody must have overheard us, because the next thing that happened was this guy comming into the room with a gravestone that he had stolen at a near by cemetary (shitty thing to do really, but he was young and drunk). Some girl said that we should try and calm the spirit because it was angry now and John said he could conduct a seance...now this was getting really interesting, so of course I told them that I was up for it. 

Well, we then went up stars to find a quiet spot, taking with us candles, salt, the gravestone of course, our cigarettes and such and then sat down to well, contact the spirit. John was going to sit with the gravestone on his lap and the rest of us with a DIY ouija board. Things progressed and the room got colder, people could start "sensing" something, and I swear that John went into a trance...he looked as if he was miles away, he was a hairy guy and I could clearly see the hair on his arms stand up, and tears were rolling down his face which was otherwise completely calm. Well, we found out that the soul of the old lady who's gravestone had been stolen would forgive us if we put it back the very same night. And John asked me if I would carry the stone back to the cemetary, because he thought I would be the best person to do so, I agreed and we all began to go down stairs to were the others were. 

I needed to do a few things in my own room, so I left and apparently while I was gone, everybody in our living room had been told what happened and it spooked the hell out of everyone and before anyone knew it, people claimed to see posters move by themselves, strange bumps from upstairs, cold winds and what have you :D (sorry, this trip down memory lane is make me giggle). So I was almost finished doing the things I needed to do after half an hour or so and I felt like smoking a cigarette, so I sat up on my window ledge and just leaving one lamp on, so from outside you could just see my silhouette and then this guy in the street outside who's brother was the one who had stolen the gravestone in the first place, looked up at my window and screamed  “Sod off, you bitch", I am wondering what the hell is going on and I leave my room and just casually walk down the hall to see what hell is going on. Now I have always been a quiet walker, no stomping in the floor when it comes to me! And my shadow must have been seen on the wall  just before I reached the open door to the living room, because as I did people began to scream and get up and run away (I am laughing so hard now :D)...because they thought that I was a ghost!!!! :D:D:D

Never the less, the grave stone was taking back to it's rightful owner and the gig afterwards was really good, Channel Rats from Hamburg. 

But damn, that image of a bunch of punks...some almost twice my size...being scared shitless by, at the time, little scrawny me will "haunt" me forever. Bloody priceless and so hilarious :D

However that was the first and last time that I was ever accused of being a ghost...shame though, because it was a blast as long as it lasted :D

P. S That guy in the street actually apologized latter on in a very gentlemanly manner for calling me a bitch :)

That's a really cool story.

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8 minutes ago, salmonellapancake said:

I remember this one night a few years ago, I was with some friends from middle school and one of them had to relieve himself while we were out and about so he took a shit on the lawn of another friend's house. Good thing we were out TPing, so he had something to wipe with.

O, to be young.

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