Bad Voodoo

So a friend and I used to hang around with a group of guys from the second floor of the dorm. They always seemed to have something going on, either in their suite or around town. Then one day one of them pissed us off. I really can't remember what happened, only that we were mad at him, and by association the others. I don't remember which one of us brought up the idea of a voodoo doll, but either way we took the idea and ran with it.

With limited resources, we used a box of birthday candles to make a tiny likeness of the offender. It bore a pretty good resemblance, down to the red shoes and the tiny stud in the ear. D said we were supposed to include something from the person on whom we wanted to work the voodoo. Somehow, she managed to snag some hair from a brush we were pretty sure was his. We sort of melted it onto the head of the doll. Then we held a little ceremony to christen the doll and bring some bad mojo down on the jerk.

After a few days with no results(?) we got a little bolder. One of us would hold the doll with a pin at the ready while the other one called and asked for him. When he answered, the signal would be given to stab the doll with the pin. After a couple of tries, he was still walking around in good health.

I guess we knew it wasn't going to work, but we sure didn't want anyone to know what we were up to either. D's roommate knew about the doll, but it didn't seem like a good idea to just leave it hanging around, so we took turns carrying it around in a little purse. More than once someone asked what was in the purse and we had to come up with a story. We finally admitted that it hadn't worked, but we still wanted him to know we thought he was acting like a prick, so we decided to send him a message.

We waited one evening until we knew he wasn't around, then D ran up and put the doll on his pillow. Then we hung around downstairs, trying to act normal. I was in the game room when I saw him stomp by, followed by T who looked at me with a WTF look. About five minutes later he stomped back the other direction. T came in to tell me about happened.

The guy had come in to discover the voodoo doll on his pillow, which needless to say freaked him out a little. He found D out on the front steps and waved it around in her face, yelling and acting tough. Then he broke the doll in half and tossed it in the bushes. T said he was personally was sort of laughing, but also sort of incredulous at what we had done. D was doing all she could do not to laugh at a big guy waving a tiny wax doll in her face and screaming "Do you think this is funny? Well do you?"

After that, we started hanging out with a couple of them again, or we came around when there was a happening of some kind, but the two of us didn't just hang out in their suite like we had before. It wasn't that we didn't feel welcome exactly. More like we didn't want to hang around with someone who could be such a jerk AND had such a crappy sense of humor.