The last episode I’ve had with the spirit world happened in late 81 early 82. This was in a first floor apartment on the 16xx block of Pine Street in Center City Philadelphia. In fact, only a couple blocks away from where the first incident happened.
However, this entity did not impress me as a fun loving or a placid image as did the first two incidents. No. This tiny bundle of existence swirled with evil intentions. This miniature representation of the soiled void, spawned twisted thoughts of hatred in its wake. It occupied a dark corner at the top of a short flight of steps which led to a kitchen over-looking our living room.
I am still not clear on what this entity’s problem is or was, but I can assure you it was as real as the tires on your car, as nasty as a hive of angry Wasps and as lethal as the desert sun.
While I sat watching the bounce of flames from our fireplace or focused on the TV situated under the kitchen railing. A burn would form at the edge of my vision, a leathery pull. My hair stiffened, goose bumps rolled across my neck. I could almost make out a form…mostly a head with one half closed hollow orb somewhat swollen.. the other… what could I say to… it protruded at a rough angle sometimes seemed to be at different positions at the same time. Bigger than it’s crippled partner. I know…unlikely, would be a kindness. But there you go.
Well this has been one trip-one rap about well you know … see ya
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