Agh! :shock: I didn't even think of that! Years ago, back when I was in ninth grade and really into Nirvana, two friends of mine had the bright idea (sarcasm on "bright") to try to hold a seance and summon Kurt Cobain. Being that I was the big Nirvana fan, they had me get dressed up in my "Kurt Cobain costume", this pair of jeans with the knees shredded out, a striped t-shirt, and this sweater that looked exactly like one I'd seen him wear in a picture. Christy said some bogus invocation, then we all started chanting,"Kurt, Kurt!" over and over. Then our parents came up from downstairs and we screamed and blew out the candles, because they'd've killed us if they found us messing with the occult. Late that night, I was awakened by the smell of cigarette smoke, but it didn't smell like my mom's- more of the kind a guy would smoke! I whimpered and went back to sleep, and that was the end of it, I thought. Guess not!