schizo panic

  • Legend has it that Charlie was a man (dating back to the 12th Century) that was a sociopath and murdered tons of children and tons of women. He died by hanging and his last words were "don't call for me, because I will come and I won't be alone: my victims will be with me.". He then died.
  • When you summon Charlie, you're not summoning a friendly angel: YOU'RE SUMMONING NOT ONE, NOT TWO, BUT AT LEAST 400 (FOUR HUNDRED) DEMONS.
  • It's very dangerous to summon him (worst that Ouija) and even more dangerous when you don't "close the portal".
  • By simply running away when the pencils move, you're leaving the portal open; by removing the pencils while they're moving, you're OPENING THE PORTAL EVEN MORE.
  • To close the portal, say "Charlie Charlie we can stop.". Once the pencils move, GRAB THEM AND THROW THEM ON THE FLOOR AND
  • STEP
  • ON
  • THEM.
  • That will not only close but severely damage the portal.
  • If you leave the portal open, you might experience paranormal activity (hearing voices, seeing weird shadows, feeling constantly stalked) and it leads to paranoia, severe schizo behavior, depression, panic and eventually death. In some cases, the victims WILL develop psychopathic thoughts and even homicidal tendencies.
  • It seems "funny" but it can bring devastating consequences to you and/or to people you cherish.
  • Protect yourselves, don't do this.


Zim hadn’t come to school at all that day. Didn’t even call in sick as he usually does, as the teacher informed in disgruntled disbelief. He’s never done that before. “Maybe he’s dead.” She said without much regard (as she was with all students) to his well-being.

The school day ended and no sign of even the small toy robot Zim kept around him to report to Dib or someone where he was.

He sat in his basement, curled on the magenta beanbag chair and holding the mess of black hair usually slicked back so neatly. He was murmuring incorrectly, the small robot sitting close by with a plate of waffles that didn’t look to be made from 100% edible things and patting him.
“Master, master, I can’t understand you!” He chided, eventually dropping the plate to the ground with only enough care to ensure the plate didn’t break and then trying to hug the male who only hissed and pushed him away. He laid against the chair. His vision was flickering. From a complicated, alien base to a small basement with a big computer and a few other technologies in it. His eye twitched and he shut them both tightly, half-German and half-English spilling out of his mouth in sentences that wouldn’t make sense even to a German and English speaker.