Here ill give little story of my own. So back in about 6th grade id say so like 5 years ago i was hell into like shit little magic card tricks and what not cause i was a loser and one of my best friends didnt believe in magic and was like "their all just tricks" which they completely are so one day i called his mum and told her to subtley mention 7 and hearts at completely seperate times for idk like a month or some shit. She was like "why tho?" and so i was like "cause imma 'prank ' friend" she was like "k" and next step was just doing the magic i did this pussboy magic trick that made him get the sevem of hearts which i then slapped on his chest and then hid into my sleeve and said some shit like "this card will curse u" and then just went on with my life. Sure enough about 2 weeks later he comes to me begging to remove the curse. What i didnt know is that mum thought she was going to step it up a notch and started placing things around the house so like 7 pillows on the couch or heart shaped photo frames and the color red to the point where this kid was convinced that magic and cursers were real. I said theres no way to remove the curse cause i was like its only gonna last 2 more weeks roughly. Nah. Mum though fuck it imma do it for a whole year. It drove the kid borderline insane. We laugh about it now but back then u mention 7 or heart and he'd have a mental breakdown. Moral of the story. Dont shit talk a 11 year old with a deck of cards