Read this quickly. I am typing as fast as I can, and I do not know what is going to happen next, so I want to get my thoughts down.
You might have heard of the Crackle Game. It first appeared about two years ago, and is one of the newest examples of folk magic I can think of. What intrigued me about this ritual is that it is based on an incident from the late nineties. Even if the origin story is not true, the reference to energy ingredients means the tale must be less than thirty years old.
You might consider the Crackle Game cathartic. An expression of emotion or sympathy. So many people swore it actually worked, I got curious myself. But I am begging you, please be careful.
Sweat keeps blinding my eyes.
You will need:
A can of energy drink
A bag of jelly babies
A dark room
Do not be fooled by the simplicity of these tools. You can burn down a building with a box of matches.
You will also need to be respectful. Remember this was a real person, who was less than twenty years old. Apparently this kiddie knocked back six cans of energy drink in a row to impress his friends. Enough to send him unconscious. The issue was they were on a camping trip. Near a river. The chemicals shut down his brain, and down he went. The current was fast. Imagine the speed of his heartbeat.
You need to sit in the dark in the early morning. Somewhere between 01:00-03:00 am. Open your can of energy drink, and force the jelly babies inside. They will slide through the hole with a little persuasion. The carbonated crackle of the bubbles will confirm you are on track.
Results will not be instantaneous. This may seem like the definition of madness. But keep pushing them in. If you keep doing this, the teenager will appear. And your heartbeat will match his in the final moments below the water.
I appreciate you might be cynical. I thought this was nonsense too until this morning.
He is outside the door. The flat stinks of pondweed and canals. His breathing is like a never ending panic attack. My socks are damp from the water that soaks the carpet.
What is worse is that my heart rate has jumped to somewhere close to two hundred. My shoulders are tense, and my t-shirt has stuck to my body with sweat. I will not turn the light on.
This was my mistake. I did not plan on what to do if he actually turned up. This is why I am writing to you. Learn. Make sure you have a strategy. An exit route. A friend on call.
Apparently consuming the drink in one gulp can break the spell. But so many sweets rattle inside the can. What if I choke?
He is still outside the door what if I choke
Line: You might consider the Crackle Game cathartic.
