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Probably not Ghostbusters. Discussions in the office yesterday began with talk of unicorns emitting sparkly melodies and having stylised vivid pink manes. Unicorns turned into dinosaurs, which turned into dangerous animals of the wild, which turned into ghosts and ghoulies. I don't believe in ghosts, ghouls or Sirius. Obviously that should say spirits, but my fingers got muddled and my work iPad got muddled and everything went wrong ... But I digress. As part of our discussion we touched on the subject of ouija boards and then somehow stumbled onto Charlie Charlie, a popular paranormal game played by teenagers. No, I hadn't heard of it either. Thank goodness for friends who have teenage children, for they keep me educated and in the loop. Much to the horror of my Beautiful Italian a couple of us chose to play it. Two pencils, one balanced precariously on top of the other, creating four sections, two yes, two no. We asked Charlie a question. Charlie declined to respond, which was a tad rude of him. A friend standing behind me asked Charlie a question. He didn't respond, but then - oh, the horror! - the top pencil suddenly spun around. My friend behind me squealed like a scaredy-cat. Lolz. Yes, I blew on it without her seeing. And would you believe that nothing bad happened? None of us died. None of us were in a weird and serious accident. The Grim Reaper didn't follow us around. Freddie Kruger didn't scrape his nails along a chalkboard. The only odd thing that occurred was that SpyGirl returned to the room and she'd been talking about ghosts and ghouls in a lesson. *gasp* Spooky is as spooky does.