Gosh...I really wish I remembered the name of the chicky I had dramaz with back in the day.
At first we were friends. But then more and more suspiciously tragic shit kept happening to her. I gave her the benefit of the doubt because, quite frankly, if I told people all the bad things that happened to me, it would sound like a nice piece of fiction! She was very emo over a girl she loved that didn't love her back, and every day she was going to kill herself.
And then she "died." Heroically fighting off some nasty old policeman, until she very dramatically clutched her heart, muttered her love's name, and passed away. Of course, her "friend" just happened to witness this AND have her password, so he could tell the world about it.
A few days later, she posted that it had all been a lie, that it was "test" of some sort to see who she could trust, or something.
We eventually got into a little comment war and she told me I needed to be careful, because I was "fucking with a witch in the Craft."
Which amused me to no end, as I am also technically "a witch in the craft," considering I am Wiccan.
*sighs* Good times, good times.