Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: W.A., not Near Galway
Similar to Pighead's, but with a less pleasing outcome....
The rig I was working on was in drydock for repairs, so we were only "showing face" at work then retreating to our cabins to get stoned & enjoy the booze we'd smuggled aboard.
So, one night we decide to make a ouija board to freak out one of our buds who was kinda naive.
After the compulsory rounds of gibberish, the glass-pusher spells out the name of a lad who had been killed on the rig a few years earlier & says that he wants to talk to George, our naive bud. Sure enough, George calls a halt to proceedings & heads off to his own cabin to bed down.
We could soon see from the gap under his door that George was "lights out", gave him another 5 minutes, then I rushed into his room covered in a spare bedsheet moaning "George, George...."
George bolts upright in his bed, fcuks his head off the wooden rail of the top bunk & gives himself a nasty gash.
He had to wake the Medic to get his head stitched, which went down well.
George, good lad, just told the medic he must've had a nightmare, but he didn't talk to us the rest of the trip.