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entry Jul 13 2006, 01:03 PM
Well, I've almsot finished moving. Yeah, remember my landlord I was talking about..the one who's kid took his sled down my car? She wasn't happy at ALL with us moving out. She was pleasant and sweet a week earlier and then we gave her our 30 day notice. Oh boy. Of course it didn't make matters any better when we asked her to pay for the repairing of our windshield. "You can't prove it!" she exclaimed. "It could have been ANYONES child!"

Bah..phooey on her.

Then, as my husband and I were packing she stormed over and knocked on the door. "You know, I just feel like you're pulling a fast one on us! So, if you read in your lease, you'll find that you're liable for the last months rent of your lease."

"What?!"

"That's $500 a month until October. And THEN we'll do a walk through and see if there's been damages. What ever has been done will be deducted from your deposit!...It's in the lease! The only way you don't have to pay is if someone rents it first."

All right.

Truth is, she isn't our landlord. She's our manager. Our real land lord, I've never met. Truth is, we were never given his full name or number until we gave our 30 day notice. After we got his number we were told specifically NOT to contact him.

Now, this house is a hell hole. A piece of shit to be exact. The basement leaks and it's cieling is rotted out. The stairs are 5" too short. There's open wiring along the floor. There's also no vent or window in the bathroom so it's completely moldy and rotting. There was also a huge gaping hole in the basement open to the ground and had a plentiful bounty of bugs crawling out of it. And not just ladybugs and ants. Centipedes and carpetner ants...*shudders* I don't do bugs.

Now, I'm sure you're wondering. Why would you move to a place like that? Well, at the time my husband could financially afford it and we needed a place to stay that would take my cat. That and pure..honest to god..stupidity.

At this point, I'm fuming. Trying desperately not to say anything rude to that 4' pudgy b!tch standing in my doorway and snooping her nose in my house. Instead, I let her say her peice and walk out. I knew that the house wouldn't be rented out, since it was THAT big of a hell hole. I also knew we couldn't get out of the lease since the landlord had a dozen houses and only two rented out. Ours and one down the road. So..needless to say he was desperate for money.

My husband had gotten a great job in the cities and was making a plentiful amount of money, but our rent was almost three times what it was before and I knew with a $500 depleation to our money we couldn't afford it.

So, what could I do. First, like most people I called around. The cops, the house protection agency and even the home inspector. All these people told me to take pictures of the house and send it in. I could even get out of my lease. But that didn't change the fact that my neighbor was a power hungery tyrant trying to make our last month miserable. So I did what most practitioners did. I worked some magick.

I'm sure some of you will see this as a curse, but I see it as justice.

I created a poppit in..well..a remarkable likeness of her. (Think short, pudgey, mouselike ears sticking out from her thin school girl cropped hair with an addage of huge saggy breasts.)

Now, usually when a problem arises and a spell is needed it comes to me right away. This is nice, since I hate pouring through books hours on end trying to find a spell that JUST right.

Now, the spell entailed cutting off her arms, legs, and head from the poppit. The arms so she had no hold on us, the feet so she stood no ground and her head..well obviously..so she couldn't think. Then These were rolled into one ball of clay and thrown away from her home. But the core, her heart, which was bent on causing strife and cruelty was thrown in her yard. This signified having to make her deal with her own shit vs. being a control freak.

Now, before every spell or ritual, I do a divination about the outcome. It strictly told me not to do it. That my husband had to do it. Somewhat of an initiation for him. I told my husband about it, and he was actually very glad to do so. That night he went outside and cast the spell. But afterwards, he was a little upset, seeing as he didn't "feel" it worked.

"I just had..no emotions in it. I did in the begining, but then..nothing."

I reassured him that this was normal. That, need overtook desire and although he didn't feel it worked, the emotions were already out in the ether and to have faith. Also, not to think about it.

The only thing I did was wish deeply for her to eat her words. She's the type that hides behind technicalities and laws while spitting in your face.

Now, a week went by and nothing. We spent that whole week in our new apartment..(which is really nice by the way). But the next weekend, my husband went back to finish packing and lo and behold who knocks on our door? You guessed it. Our manager. My husband had to relay everything to me since I wasn't there, but apparently she was noticably tired with dark circles under her eyes.

"Umm..I talked to my husband who talked to the landlord. He said don't worry about the last months rent. It's all fine.."

Then, she turned on her heel and walked home.

Of course a week prior to this when we moved to our new apartment. We had all been riding in seperate cars. My husband had been afflicted with a terrible foot rash. My daughter began to vomit in the car and I had terrible stomach pains which led to..well..you don't wanna know..just believe me, it wasn't pleasant.

Although the spell worked, it took a price out of us. When I asked my husband if he made sure the spell didn't reverse upon us..he looked confused and said "no..was I supposed to?" I smiled wearily and nodded. It was my fault, I should have specified. But last minute change and I forgot to write it on the paper. Oy!


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GaiusOctavian
post Jul 13 2006, 01:44 PM
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Well, besides the backfire, all I have to say is..Nice! lol.If you ever just want to give someone a bad rash, I have a good powder recipe for ya', that you can slip into someone's makeup, or talc powder ;-). lol.
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QUOTE(SangueDiNapoli @ Jul 13 2006, 02:44 PM)

Well, besides the backfire, all I have to say is..Nice! lol.If you ever just want to give someone a bad rash, I have a good powder recipe for ya', that you can slip into someone's makeup, or talc powder ;-). lol.


Sounds good! I wouldn't mind that. Yeah, the backfire of that wasn't pleasant, but it did indeed work! Too bad it didn't get her to pay for our windshield, but ohwell, beggars can't be choosers. I'd rather not pay any more money to those people than have them pay for the windshield.


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Well, you could've always prepared some goofer dust, to give the lady another small F-you before finaly leaving. lol.
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QUOTE(SangueDiNapoli @ Jul 13 2006, 04:30 PM)

Well, you could've always prepared some goofer dust, to give the lady another small F-you before finaly leaving. lol.

LMAO..that would be funnier than hell. This woman is a fundamentalist christian (she even keeps her children homeschooled) and if I were to hand her something like that she'd probably either drop dead or get on her soap box. Hehehe..

"here you go"

"What's this? Dirt..why would you give me dirt?"

"It's goofer dust."

"What?!"

"Goofer dust. Please take it as a gift from me to you."

"What does it do?"

"Well...basically its a curse. Don't worry, nothing harmful. You'll just end up being miserable and having the worst luck of your life and will alternately fear going outside your home and everyone will hate you. So, make sure you put that in your shoes and your food."

"WHAT!!..YOU BLASPHEMER!! HEATHEN!! JESUS SAID..."

"Bah! Jesus said "don't be a dick". Guess what lady..you're a sinner now!!"


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You could've always payed off a neighborhood kid to just go by on their bike, or run by, and throw it at her. That would've been something to watch ;-).
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