Charlie Charlie horror story

Back when I was in my early 20s, I used to live at the student residence away from my family. I didn't really go out much; I usually just slammed beers and watched TV on the couch by myself. Occasionally, my roommate Brad would join me, but most nights I was alone. Then, one summer night, I was chugging down some beers and watching sports when Brad came to join me. After talking about the game for a bit, he suddenly asked me if I had heard of the Charlie Charlie challenge. Apparently, it had been circulating the internet for a while. Brad explained that it was basically just a poor man's Ouija board. Instead of having to buy a whole board for it, you just use pencils and paper. So, want to play? I decided that it couldn't hurt to give it a try. "Yeah, let's do it." I felt a little uneasy and nervous after I agreed, but I was still intrigued. So after a few more beers and small talk, the game finally ended, and we started to set up. We turned off the TV and lit a few candles, then we got a piece of paper and wrote "yes" and "no" with a crisscross in between. After grabbing two pencils and placing them on the paper, we were done. As we sat down across from each other, the house was pitch black. We sat there and began asking questions. "Charlie, are you there?" The pencil slowly moved over to the "yes." We both looked at each other in awe; neither of us could believe it was actually working. "Charlie, can I play?" The pencil pointed towards "yes" for both of us. Now we could really begin. We started asking random questions, whatever happened to come to mind. "Will I become a millionaire? Should I ask Stacy out?" It started out really exciting. We watched the pencil move back and forth between "yes" and "no" as we asked it more and more questions. But after a few minutes, we started to run out of things to say. Then I suddenly got an idea for a question I could ask. "Is Brad going to die?" I thought it was just a funny joke, but Brad immediately blew up after that. "Why the hell would you say that, you idiot? What the hell's the matter with you?" "Dude, it was just a joke, man." "You think that's funny? You're crazy." Then out of nowhere, he grabbed me by my collar and completely snapped. I kept trying to tell him I was only kidding, but he wouldn't calm down. Then we saw the pencil point to "yes," and that only made Brad go even crazier. "You're such a pathetic freak, you little [__]. Let's see how you like it." Brad then asked Charlie if I would die, but the pencil pointed towards "no," and he completely freaked out. He began banging on the table, then he swiped the paper and pencils off in a rage. Finally, he flipped the whole table over and stormed off to his room. I tried to apologize, but Brad slammed the door in my face and told me to go to hell. I figured there was nothing else I could do, so I cleaned up the mess and went to my room to go to bed. I didn't understand why Brad would be so upset over a silly little game. I was sure Brad would cool off in the morning. After I calmed down a bit, I went to sleep. Later that night, I was awakened by a thudding noise. At first, I thought I was imagining it, but then I heard it again and again. It happened repeatedly. I checked the time and saw it was very late. I was confused; I had no idea what could be making that noise. Brad had never been up this late before, but he was the only other person there. I decided to get to the bottom of it, so I got out of bed and headed out into the hallway. It was pitch black. I was scared as hell. The last thing I wanted to do was walk further into the darkness, but the thud kept coming. After a few seconds of standing out in the hallway listening, I realized that the sound was definitely coming from Brad's room. I was still confused, but I walked over to Brad's room and pressed my ear to the door. I heard the thud sounds even clearer then. He had to be doing something in there. I slowly reached out my hand and knocked on the door. "Brad, you okay?" He didn't answer. All I could hear was the same thudding. "Brad?" I tried to open the door, and surprisingly, it was unlocked. I immediately got out of there and ran towards the living room. As I ran, I tripped over a pencil on the floor and fell over. Then I started wailing. "No, oh God no, no, no!" I went completely psycho and began crying like a maniac. I couldn't believe it. All that kept going through my head was that it was my fault. I had asked if he was going to die, and now it had happened. I laid there on the floor for several minutes, screaming and crying. Then I finally stopped and looked over towards Brad's room. The thudding had stopped, but that was somehow even scarier than what I had just seen. "Brad? Hello?" All of a sudden, a psycho demonic Brad came charging out of the room