The veil between the two worlds became as thin as a spider's web and what had been quiet whisperings became a roar as the voices of the dead cried out from the other side. 

 The board's planchette slid around from letter to letter in what seemed like an annoyed fashion from "f" to "u" towards the "c" and that was when they realized the spirit they were dealing with was a real jerk. 

 Ed's life had changed little since the days he hung out in chat rooms when the internet was new, alone. 

We're still just so many apes beating our (hairless) chests and hording our (electronic) bananas. 

She was of two minds: build up/tear down. 

 One world is no longer enough for all of us. 

 Horror movies had lost their edge since ultraviolence was now everywhere.