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Halloween Past

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1972 6th Grade

I remember this halloween the most of all my childhood halloweens. Not because we did anything exciting but it just stands in out in my mind as the year we could not go trick or treating. It was never the same after that...trick or treating.... it was no longer as safe as it used to me.

That was the year we heard for the very first time of people putting razor blades in apples for halloween. There was also threats of people doing things to candy as well. My mother decided that after hearing all of that, that we needed to stay home. I was most disappointed. I wanted to go to the neighbors. We were banned from going out that year. Instead, my mother decided we would all dress up at home and have a party at home. Noone was invited from the outside. It was just my parents and my brother and I. We had no costumes so we dressed up in sheets and towels and scarfs as native tribesman or the greeks in togas and we danced around and we did have fun. We played pin the nose on the pumpin and had cupcakes and punch.

It was kind of lame but it was something to do. We had candy at home and we gave out candy when our neighbors came over. My father taped us dancing arounding in our costumes and years later we would pull it out and watch. About 3 years after that halloween, someone broke into our house and stole the projector and the film that was on it. It was our halloween footage. Priceless now but gone forever. I still have that projector image in my head and luckily I can still roll the tape when ever I want.

My brother was too small to remember and does not recall it now. Sad for him. We looked really goofy and my mother was just plain embarrasing.....dancing around in a toga. But times were different then.

The rest of the halloweens. I do not recall with any great outstanding events. We would go to school halloween parties, or the church halloween parties. We gave out candy and would go trick or treating with our parents..namely our father. My mother would always make him take us.

Halloween is here now. Time for hoakie costumes and candy and things that go bump in the night!

BOO!

Voodoo Death: Thanatomania

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1967 2nd Grade

What is thanatomania? It is belief that one has been affected by death magic, and resulting illness.

The immense force and domination of Fear in the first self-conscious stages of the human mind is a thing which can hardly be exaggerated, and which is even difficult for some of us moderns to realize. But naturally as soon as Man began to think about himself--a frail phantom and waif in the midst of tremendous forces of whose nature and mode of operation he was entirely ignorant--he was beset with terrors; dangers loomed upon him on all sides.

Even to-day it is noticed by doctors that one of the chief obstacles to the cure of illness among some black or native races is sheer superstitious terror; and Thanatomania is the recognized word for a state of mind ("obsession of death") which will often cause a people who are believers to perish from a mere scratch hardly to be called a wound. The natural defence against this state of mind was the creation of an enormous number of taboos--such as we find among all races and on every conceivable subject--and these taboos constituted practically a great body of warnings which regulated the lives and thoughts of the community, and ultimately, after they had been weeded out and to some degree simplified, hardened down into very stringent Customs and Laws.

Such taboos naturally in the beginning tended to include the avoidance not only of acts which might reasonably be considered dangerous, like touching a corpse, but also things much more remote and fanciful in their relation to danger, like merely looking at a mother-in-law, or passing a lightning-struck tree; and (what is especially to be noticed) they tended to include acts which offered any special pleasure or temptation--like sex or marriage or the enjoyment of a meal.

My grandmother died a voodoo death. She was born on one of the islands in the low country of South Carolina back in the 1910's or 20's. Times were very different then. On the islands there was still great connections to cultures that believed in voodoo and the practice of roots. From what I recall it was not a constant belief of hers....the ability of others to do roots. But in the end she did believe it and she died because of it.

She died in her early 40's and I do not recall alot about her. My earliest memories of her were going to her house in the summer and spending time there in the country. I lived in the city so when we went there is was a culture shock for me and my little brother.

The circumstances of her death are as follows.

My grandmother had 4 children all together 2 boys and 2 girls. There was some sort of rivalry between my aunt and another classmate of hers when they were in high school. There was some sort of school padgent coming up and the rivalry between my aunt and this classmate grew and it then spread to the parents.....my grand mother and the classmates mother. The mother of the classmate believed in roots and hexes all that magic.

About a week before the school padgent the rival's mother invited my grandmother over for tea. My grandmother went thinking they could talk about the 2 girls and the deteriorating friendship over the padgent. The other girl was very jealous of my aunt. So, my grand mother went and they talked. She was offered a glass of iced tea. She drank it. The two women talked and things did not go so well. The other women was kind of ...backward...and had a lot less education that my grandmother. When the tea was gone, my gramdmother decided to leave and got her purse to go.

As she was leaving the house of this woman, the woman said,"I've got you now. You drank the tea and will become sick. You will not recover." This woman was know for working roots and hexes so I guess what she told my grandmother was far more crptic that what I had here.

My grandmother was spooked. She came home and told the entire family about the meeting and the tea and soon after that within a week, my grandmother did become ill. She never recovered and she did die. There was something wrong with her stomach and there was no convincing her that there was not some sort of natural poison, root, hex on that tea. She tried all sorts of native remedies adn finally went to the doctor. I am not sure what she died of.

The doctors in town did not know what was wrong. My mother, moved her from the island to our house in the city. My grandmother died at home, at our house with my mother at her side. She died of some sort of stomach ailment caused by that tea. Since there was no convincing her that she could be cured with medicine, it was almost like mentally nothing would work..she would die because another woman willed her to die. My grandmother had just that much belief in her to belive that she could die a voodoo death. So she did.

My grandmother died a voodoo death. She died from thanatomania.

A Rose is a Rose...

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Tattoo of course!

Spring of 1994, Savannah Georgia

That was the year I got a tattoo. A rose... small and tasteful on my left shoudler blade. A tattoo was something I had been thinking about since 1983. Yes. It took that long for me to make up my mind. My best friend came up for a weekend and we decided to get in the car to make a trip to Savannah. Neihter of us had ever been there. We both decided to get a tattoo. Of course, I was the only one who followed thru. After all, I had been deciding this for quite some time and the time had finally come.

One of coworkers sisters had about 10 tattoos, very well done and all very tasteful. She was the one who told me where to go to get a great tattoo without fear of getting Aids or Hepatitis. She also explained to me how it worked. I was mentally ready. So after lunch, my best friend and I entered the parlor to get a tattoo. I scanned all the books and found a rose. I had no idea who who would be doing it as it really was whoever got done, in the chair you went. But, then I realized they had one person doing all the women. That was good as it gave me time to size up the artist and opt out if I needed to.

The artist who was doing all the women was downright scary. He was the worse looking man in the place. After watching him for about an hour I was ready to leave. He was not dirty or gross just scary. He looked like a skinhead. A real skinhead. He had no hair, had on black leather and if you looked up skinhead in Webster's dictionary, his picture would be there. No telling how he could hurt someone once he got that needle in his hand. When it got to be my turn..or rather 1 women before me I got close enough to hear him talk to her.

He did not sound like a skinhead. In fact he sounded quite normal. I know looks can be deceiving but he was still on shaky ground with me. When he got done with the woman before me, he took about 15 minutes to get his equipment changed out and ready for the next person. Me. I took that golden opportunity to talk to him...to build some sort of rappport before I got in that chair. As it turned out he was a college student who had just completed 4 years and had been working with Social Services in Savannah. He was totally burned out from helping people and had left the job to get a break.

He was starting graduate school in the fall and was working as a tattoo artist just do have some money coming in before school began. And yes, he was going to get his masters in Social Work. All my fears were set aside. I was a social worker also at the time and had spent all my years since college working with head injured adults or the elderly. What a small , small word. Boy can looks be deceiving. Man was I relieved beyond words.

He was the best tattoo artist ever, even though he is the only tattoo artist I have had any dealings with. He explained the process as we went along, told me what to expect as far as feeling and it was a wonderful experience. He did great work and now it needs to be re-inked as it has faded. I know he most likely will not be at the parlor now, but I hope to go and have it re-inked in the next 2 years. In fact, I hope to get another tattoo. Another tasteful one and I sure do hope I have an artist as great as the first one.

Tattoos are a good thing! Try it..you'll see!

Late Night Phone Call

Snapshots In My Time, Of My Time.....Hauntings.

Summer 1988

I was living in Chapel Hill, North Carolina many years ago when I was a few years out of college and working on my own away from home. It was my 3rd apartment and I lived alone. I do not think I had adopted my cat by that time. It was a weekend night and I had done nothing that evening. It was friday. I had worked all day and watched a litte tv before going to bed.

My apartment was a nice one in a complex that was just for corporate business people. It was one where no kids were allowed believe it or not. I lived on the first floor and it was 2 bedrooms with 2 glass doors that opened out onto a private patio. The kitchen and living room was what you encountered first before going down the halls to get to bedrooms and baths. The patio was off the living room. I was asleep in the master bedroom in the very back.

I was sound asleep--deeply asleep---when the phone rang. I was in a daze and must have mumbled a hello. I then heard my mother screaming for me to wake up right now!!!

Wake up RIGHT NOW!!!

WAKE UP AND GET UP RIGHT NOW!!!!

GET OUT OF THE ROOM GET TO THE FRONT DOOR.

DON'T TALK JUST GO! DON'T HANGUP THE PHONE.

RUN!!!!!

As I stated earlier my mother does see dead people and she gets messages. I immediately did as she screamed. I got up running turning on all the lights as I ran for the front door. I got out of the room and as I entered the hall I heard a sound at the master bedroom window. I began to scream and continued to run and turn on lights as I got to the livingroom. Someone was at the bedroom window trying to get in. I thought about the phone but I thought I would not be able to call 911 as I had not hung it up. I ran out the door and about 4 feet away I had a neighbor. We shared the same hallway, so I pounded on their door. They let me in.

They called 911 and about 10 seconds later there was a knock at the door and it was already the police. How had they gotten there already? I was in a state as you can imagine. They came into the apartment and checked everything out. They walked outside and checked the private patio and all the doors and windows. All was locked up tight but at the bedroom window they found where someone had tried to use a crowbar to get in. Some of the wood was damaged. The police said I must have scared whoever it was off and they were trying to be quiet as they worked at the window to get in.

I was in a state of terror. They said they would patrol the area for the rest of the night hourly. I spent the night at the neighbors. I asked the police how they got there so soon and they said my mother called. We walked about the timing and it was about 10 minutes before she called me. She called the police 10 minutes before she called me to wake me up to get out. They asked me how my mother knew as she was many states away. I told them she has the ability to know things that are about to happen that are not good. She gets messages about bad things. This was just one of many things she has warned us about, but it was the first time when I was in danger.

I called my mother. We spoke about it for along time. She said she was alseep and her mother,my grandmother, came to her in a dream and told her that a stranger was coming for me. She knew that I was in danger and called. Her messages are always bad so a stranger coming for me could only mean I was in mortal danger of being killed. So she called the police, then her own 6th sense kicked in when she called me to tell me to get up now and to run. She said she could see the stranger nearing my apartment. She said she told me not to hang up the phone because she needed the line open so that she would know when I was okay. Not that she needed to talk to me...she would know when I was safe. She said she hung up after just a few minutes. She said she could tell the stranger had left the area..seconds later the police arrived and the rest is history.

Soul of A Dead Fisherman

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Senior year of college-1983

That year there were 4 anthropology students that took an independent study class and we did very well. To celebrate our success and graduations our anthropology professor invited us to his home for dinner. We had a feast with him and his wife. The best part of the night was at end when we all got a surprise from our professor. He had a gift for each of us. Not just any gift but an anthropological gift. A gift from his travels and studies down in Suriname. In this past post, Floating Down the Amazon in a Dugout Canoe, I mentioned some general detail about the indigenous people he studied.

The population he studied believed in animism. A little bit about is listed below. I do not recall what anyone else got but I could never forget mine.

Basic Beliefs of Animism
In anthropology, animism can be considered to be the original human religion, being defined simply as belief in the existence of spiritual beings. It dates back to the earliest humans and continues to exist today, making it the oldest form of religious belief on Earth. It is characteristic of aboriginal and native cultures, yet it can be practiced by anyone who believes in spirituality but does not proscribe to any specific organized religion. The basis for animism is acknowledgment that there is a spiritual realm which humans share the universe with. The concepts that humans possess souls and that souls have life apart from human bodies before and after death are central to animism, along with the ideas that animals, plants, and celestial bodies have spirits.

Animistic gods often are immortalized by mythology explaining the creation of fire, wind, water, man, animals, and other natural earthly things. Although specific beliefs of animism vary widely, similarities between the characteristics of gods and goddesses and rituals practiced by animistic societies exist. The presence of holy men or women, visions, trancing, dancing, sacred items, and sacred spaces for worship, and the connection felt to the spirits of ancestors are characteristic of animistic societies.

I got a hand carved gourd. Not just any gourd but a gourd that contained the soul of a dead fisherman. That night he told all of us the story of the gourd. This is what he said.

He had been living with a family in Suriname and became a member of the family chewing and spitting betel with the best of them. One of the family who was a fisherman died. Because of the animism exorcisms were held whenever someone died to capture their soul.

On a side note he had brought in a tape of a possession into class for our Magic, Ritualism and Symbolism class a year earlier and played it. It was the most awful thing you would ever want to hear as it was real. Linda Blair does not even compare. He said that the shaman held a small bowl of water in his outstretched hand for as long as he could. All the time he was chanting and praying. The soul of the deceased family member would be captured when one drop of the water in the bowl spilled over the side. After 15 minutes of listening to demonic sounds there was a loud yell and silence. Gary told us that the drop of water had spilled over the side and the soul had been captured. He told us the soul was placed in a gourd for safe keeping in the home. That was a year before the dinner. Who knew or even remembered that? Not me. Until I was reminded that night.

Gary was on his way back to America when this family member died and since he had become like a brother to this man, the family presented the gourd to him for safekeeping since he was leaving and may not be back. He accepted his friends soul and kept that gourd for about 15 years. Now he was presenting it to me. I was speechless. After my "thing that was darker than dark" scare, I did not need the soul of a dead fisherman to stay with me forever.

He said that he could not ever get rid of the gourd unless he was able to present it to someone else who would understand the meaning and take care of it. I was honored and just a little leary. I accepted the soul. I still have the soul. I take good care of that soul. The gourd itself has been designed so that the top of the gourd acts as a lid attached with some sort of native twine. Throughout the years whenever I have had to move, the gourd was the first thing packed and traveled with me in the car. It has a permanent location of the highest bookshelf away from the cat. I have never even thought about throwing it away for fear of some strange thing happening with soul.

I have told others about this story and offered them the soul. Noone wants it. They are all fearful. My mother says I need to take it to our minister and let him say a few words over it and then quietly bury it in a cemetery. I do not know it that is the right thing to do either. Only one person has been interested in it and it was a former co-worker who was a wiccan. I had no idea she was a wiccan until I told that story. She said she needed that gourd. I refused to bring it to her. Who knows what would have happened to the soul or to me. Come on, noone needs a soul.

Thoughout the years strange things have happened with the gourd. As I said earlier, it has a permanent home on a shelf and is never touched. Sometimes when I come home the lid of the gourd is off. I put it back on. Some months later the lid will be off again. I put it back on. Finally, I took 2 very small pieces of scotch tape and taped each side closed. The lid has not been off since. During the years when the lid was coming off on its own I lived alone so there was no way anyone else could have removed the lid. It was very creepy! I live with the soul of a dead fisherman. I do not think I will be able to find anyone else to pass it on to.

Anyone interested in a gourd containing the soul of a dead fisherman?

Dots Begone!

Snapshots In My Time, Of My Time.....Hauntings.

Well I had to get rid of the dots. I could not look at them once more time. This template is much more serene and definitely where I would like to be....on the beach having fun. We will see how long I can keep this one. I think I had the blogger dots for about 4 months.

Blog on!

Satellite Radio and Howard Stern

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Now...today...2004

Where has the time gone? When I was a child most radio was on AM with a few FM stations. My parents had a very large HIFi in the living room that we listened to music and radio on. Then radio became all about FM stereo and AM just about fell off the map. It became less music and the majority of talk. I had a small red transitor radio that was in the shape of a red dice. At that time it cost about $50 because of the shape and I got it for my birthday. Wow! Was I excited. That red dice radio is still at my parents house. My father never got rid of it and it still works today.

In middle school I got my first record player. Yes, records still existed. I had that record player for a long time. I spent hours in my room listening to that radio. Talk shows from California, music and public radio every Sunday. They had a scary radio show on every Sunday that I listened to. I will never forget that.

I also had a cassette recorder. That was big then. The next big rage was the 8 track tape. I never had that and my parents did not either. We still dealing with the big HIFI and when it broke my parents got a stereo. The 8 track era passed my family by. When I went to college I took my first stereo with me. Back then electronics seemed to be more sturdy..none of this software glitches and progran errors. Electronic equipment lasted a long time.

The age of the Walkman took over and portable cassette players followed after that. Enter the age of laser discs which seemed to be very fleeting. The world of CD's took over. Records became nonexistent. I have not seem a record in a store since my college years in the 1980's.

Soon after, portable CD's came into play. Enter the age of computers. They were not equipped for music in the beginning but eventually they were made with CD players. Internet radio emerged. DVD's came onto the scene and they began to play music. Cars were equipped with cd's and cassettes at one time. Now I mainly see cd's and the movement for dvd's is happening now.

Mp3 files have almost made the CD obsolete. I personally got my first mp3 player about a month ago. How small it is compared to my portable CD or cassette player. It holds alot more music that a cd can play at one time. The future of music is everchanging.

I was listening to my radio on the way to work and heard the announcement Howard Stern made about leaving regular radio and moving to satellite radio. Radio from the stars! The sky and apparently space is no limit to radio. Howard Stern--he is the man---is moving to satellite radio. He plans to the pioneer of satellite radio...Sirius in fact. I have seen the ads when I google up Howard's name to be the first to sign up for satellite radio with Sirius. I also hear that now satellite radio is coming in all new cars.

My car is a 2002 and it does not have satellite radio. I guess I am officially out of date. Since I must keep up with my man Howard, I will have to get on the satellite bandwagon as well.

Howard Stern going to Satellite radio!!!!

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Something Spooky My Way Came......

Snapshots In My Time, Of My Time.....Hauntings.



1973 High School Freshman Year

The film The Exorcist, terrified me. I was attending private catholic schools at the time and was just being introduced to the fact that exorcism is REAL! (I am a Presbyterian.)

The Rites of Exorcism

Although it has been practiced for centuries, the Roman Catholic church uses the rites of exorcism only as a last resort. The priest performing the rite has to be certain that the victim is truly possessed, and not suffering from medical or psychological ailments.

The rite usually takes place in a church. The priest will wrap his stole around shoulders of the possessed person - known as a "demoniac" - to show that the victim is welcome in God's community. The priest will then sprinkle holy water while reciting prayers and passages from the Bible. He then makes the sign of the cross and touches the the demoniac with a crucifix. The priest finishes with exhortations to the possessing spirit to leave. The exorcism is over when the demon tells the priest its name and reason for possessing the subject. After the exorcism has been completed, the victim is warned not too stray too far from God's grace, lest the demon return.

This was the face that haunted me for months!

When the movie came out, there were not many tv ads..not back them..advertising was done differently then. It was heavily advertized on the radio. The radio stations played over and over the sound of the demonic Linda Blair speaking and calling "Karen." I can still hear it echoing in my ears now just like it was yesterday. I finally got to the place where I would have to turn off the radio when those horrible demonic sounds came on. I did not go see the movie. I could not. The demons were already in my room. Seriously!

I became very afraid at night and thought that there was something in my room with me. I have always know that children can see things that a lot of grown ups cannot. I was a child that at times saw things.

The existense of ghosts has been debated for centuries. It is only in modern times with technology having advanced to it's current stage that we may now capture on film and audio what many believe to be images of the supernatural. The questions of why some can and yet others cannot see or sense the presense of these entities has been contested with numerous theories both for and against the subject of spirits. One such cause for speculation is do our children see and sense what many adults either cannot or will not see?
One theory is that children have not had years to adjust their thinking and have not had the time to train themselves as to what to accept or not accept as reality like adults have. Adults program their thinking and consequently refuse certain images, noises, and feeling as real simply
because in our minds we cannot accept impossible or unproven science.
Some parents unknowingly start to teach and train their children at a very young age to block these images. They do it out of protection and misunderstanding of the situation. How many parents have tucked their little ones back into bed with the words that they thought were reassuring; there are no such things as ghosts, you just had a bad dream, it wasn't real, it was just your imagination? I think most parents are guilty of this including myself. How many parents are guilty of telling their children that their imaginary friend is not real, maybe not realizing that not only is that friend real but a ghost? I am sure it has happened before. Do you ever wonder if any of those bad dreams, those images seen in the night, those imaginary friends how many may actually be ghosts that for whatever reason have shown themselves to a child?
When we tell our children it was just a bad dream we may inadvertently teaching them to mistrust what they may have actually be seeing. Eventually training themselves to block what they have been taught cannot be real. Where as the opposite side of this theory; the parent who teaches their children that sometimes for whatever reason, a spirit may linger after death,is leaving a space in that child to be able to accept the vision, the noise or the feeling of the supernatural. Could this be why some people are able to accept the supernatural with an open mind and yet others cannot? Does the door get shut at childhood or can it remain open? This is just one of the may theories used to explain why children see more of the supernatural world than adults do.

So...to continue on when the exorcist came out I think things became attracted to me because I was so afraid. I had nightmares over and over about the same thing. It was a parallel to the tv ads I saw for this movie. One ad showed Linda's mother walking up the stairs to Linda's room where she was in the bed with her head spinning around. I had this dream over and over. I was walking up the stairs and when I opened the door, there I was in the bed with my head spinning around crazily on its axis. I had this same reoccurring dream for months. It was horrible. I lived for daylight.

In addition, there were at times when I would wake up and the room would be in total darkness--which it should be as it was night, but...big but...there would be a shadow of a body or person that was even darker than the room standing over my bed. Right over me. I remember thinking I was still dreaming and would blink my eyes to clear then but the figure never left. It was darker than the room that was in pitch darkness but
I could see it because it was so much darker than the room. I called it "the thing that was darker than dark." I have come to learn it was a shadow ghost.

Shadow ghosts appear as a shadow of sorts. They look a bit like Ecto-mist but are dark gray to black in color. There are actually three separate types and we list them all in classes below. In photographs, it's easy to confuse them with natural shadows, so be careful with your analysis. They are usually extremely sneaky and evasive. When they are spotted it's usually out of the corner of your eye or as they are darting through a wall. They can also be spotted as a reflection in shinny objects and mirrors. As for photography, They are one of the rarest ghost types to be captured on film. Birds and cats are especially sensitive to them.

Type A - Appear as a small dark misty cloud and are almost always under two feet in length, but can hover or float up to 8 feet high.

Type B - Appear as a huge glob of thick cloudy mass. They typically range from 2 to 8 feet in height.

Type C - Appear in human form and some may be seen wearing a hat. They typically appear up to 8 feet in height.

I began sleeping with the bible and praying for a long,long time before going to sleep. I would sleep with the bible in my hands and would wake up with it still there. This went on for about a year. I began to sleep with onand would be fine until my mom would turn the light off. I would wake up later with the thing that was darker than dark standing over me. It was like he was waiting. Waiting for me to make the least mistake and maybe then I really would have my head spinning around in real life.

Matthew 25:4: "Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels."
1 Peter 2:4: "For if God spared not the angels that sinned, but cast them down to hell, and delivered them into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto judgment."
Jude 1:6: "And the angels which kept not their first estate, but left their own habitation, he hath reserved in everlasting chains under darkness unto the judgment of the great day."
Revelation 12:9: "And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him."

One night or very early morning I woke up in the darkness and the thing that was darker than dark was right over my face leaning down over me. I froze and did not move. I closed my eyes and prayed. Everytime I opened my eyes it was still there. I lay frozen there for about an hour. I turned my head ever so slightly to the left so I could see my clock. It was about 4:30am. It was summer and I knew daylight would be coming soon. I did have the bible in the bed with me. I decided to move, turn on the light and read the bible. Maybe that would make it go away.

In one quick move I sat up, turned on the lamp next to my bed and began to read the bible out loud. I read the bible outloud until the sun came up. Once the sun was up I read outloud for another hour. I then turned off the light and went to sleep in a sitting up position. After that episode of reading the bible outloud, the thing that was darker than dark, that had been standing over my bed each night for over a year never came again. I never saw it again.

It was not until my sophomore year in college that I did go to the movies with a girlfriend and saw the Exorcist. I took my bible with me. It was creepy and once was enough. I have never seen it again. It has been on Tv reruns and whenever I have come across it, I change the channel very quickly.

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