Willmont 4

I am attempting to transfix my memory forward to you. I pick my words with care.

It’s hard to define everything. I have died so many times in this lifetime only to incarnate after I learn my lessons.

Before my friend moved into home number two, place number four he stayed at my home for about a month. I was ok with it.

At that time it was day to day sort of stuff. I helped him get some new window cleaning accounts and was trying to get him back on his feet.

It was odd helping to clean windows and to see what it is like behind the scenes.

You would scrape and clean and people would walk by at the grocery store.

He about ran his car ragged because he was not taking care of it. A good example was when we did not have money for gas so we put a burrito in the gas tank.

The scary part was the car ran better for 3 days!

The most strange thing had happened at this time.

In my area we had someone was attacking children at night. The dogs did not bark at the molester and the children seemed hypnotized as some said it was a giant cat like humanoid person that would suckle on the children arms leaving bite marks. The police keep covering up the story. People kept seeing it. The small children said it would purr and they could not move at all. In fact all time was stopped as it feed. The bite marks where rather horrifying.

In fact you can find the later versions of the story but not the original story that made the paper now. I know they put 6 bullets in it as it jumped a 7 foot fence. No blood just holes in the fence… It would only attack at

the full of the moon just like old folklore says. It was dubbed the Callaway creeper.

Later on the news gave it a human form when it returned but I think them where two different things. I have a story about that I will go into later.

He decided he would move in with friends he role played with. Now I am not anti role-playing but I don’t role-play. Gaming has never been my bag. I would humor my friends to say the least. They sort of did that at high school at free period but it would get boring quick for me. Being a student of the occult the terms would bother me.

My friend moved in to a crappy split house in Millville.

This was one of the more scary red neck areas outside of some parts of Springfield. Was not quite crappy enough to be ghetto yet being people grew up in it and did not know what Ghetto was. Panama city ate all these little back water towns except a few as it grew. They where in the city of course but refused to join up. Also you could see there was a fight among neighbors to try and keep it up and not turn it into other parts of town.

The cops show song would make a good back drop for the area.

The outside of the home was a fright. It was surrounded by ditches and unpaved drive way. It had a unpaved porch with a rotted wood banisters on either side of the door with an over hang.

On the right side of the home a satellite dish. Trash was in the yard. It was odd looking. You could tell it was all one house at one time like many places in Fl. The other side on a normal porch and entry and did not match.

 IN FACT THE OTHER SIDE THEY WHERE LIVIN IN WAS A CONVERTED GARAGE WITH ROOMS ADDED!!

“Next door was a guy and his daughter. The daughter was 13 and prostituting herself for money!!!

She had developed early next door and found it was easy money. Needless to say I called welfare and cops but they moved before they got there. The cops did nothing but show up. I had never seen anything like that in my life. That poor child. That’s another story. Gives you an idea of this area.”

The back yard was very huge it was even hard to see where the fence line ended there was an old shed back there and tons of Dogs and cats running about everywhere. They lived on the garage side. Inside the house was just as odd. You would enter into an odd rectangle room. You could see bugs in the room.

There was carpet like you see in an office or government building it was covered in every stain you could think of. There was in the middle of the left wall the ugliest sofa you can think of. It was off white and covered in fuzz balls from frayed material.

It smelled like cat urine in the home.

Fast food wrappers and junk everywhere.

Across from the sofa was a 25 inch console TV. It had no way to shut off and it stayed on cartoon network 24 hours a day....

It reminded me a post nuke war home.

I found this place disgusting. There was some old stain covered ripped arm chairs in the room and a small old end table from the 60's covered in unicorns. There was garbage and filth everywhere. Every kind of role playing book and Nintendo and

Genesis game you could think of. It smelled like a locker room and a dog house when you into the kitchen. There was two steps up into the dining room / kitchen.

This was a large giant room covered in a vinyl floor. Lots of wasted space There was a round dining room table sitting under a giant Georgian style chandelier that held 24 bulbs a fixture that was very much out of place. Ghetto beauty and beast could dance in here.

On onside hall sat a 1960's stereo box buffet looking thing with 8 tracks and all. It seems it was found road side and taken home.

First bedroom belonged to Clarence purnell. It was right in the dining room area.

Inside the room was a bed a dresser a 19inch color T.V. attached to a super Nintendo. Role playing stuff everywhere. Trash everywhere. In

the corner was filled with stuff animals by the ton that was owned by the lady of the house. Why they where in there I will never know but the smell was worse in here.

They where to lazy to move them out of the room when he took it over best I can guess.

I was told it Seems the first person to have that room was someone who worked at the paper mill. He never washed his sheets or cleaned his room and moved out of the house after not paying rent. His smell was left behind I was sure. YUCK!

Clarence himself was not very clean at all and was ghetto in smell as you can get. He smelled really bad and had horrible hygiene.

There was something off on a mental state that had a weird streak of violence underneath and not in touch in reality at all. He was distant yet loopy. Many regarded him as harmless. He worked at a Mexican place....... He would brag about how he got some of the plants in the front yard from the mall… I had raised eyebrows in this place most of the time.

He did graduate from high school but something of reality never took off best I can describe him was forever 14 in his own world.

He had a deal with the pawn shop to get his games he would spend his money on in layaway.

Clarence Was a friend of my middle brother who in there teens would hang out together. So I knew him before. I never knew he was like this until this moment in the story.

His clothes where like rags and he rarely cleaned them. There was a stereo in the room I remember and tapes and Cd's of heavy metal music everywhere.

Down the hall was S's room and his mentally handicapped wife's room “L“. They where odd. Shawn would spend all his time on time on the computer. The internet then was the BBS. So I had no idea what was great about it. In fact about this time I thought computers where just glorified word processors. I had no understanding that in the future they have such a big role in life. I think I figured that out later when Captain crunch got a website and I did not have one.

Shawn had multiple times went under the knife for both back and knees. He was as big as a house his wife as smart as a toaster oven. She was very much like a child and you could not help but sort of feel bad for her. When I visit I would talk to her because she wanted someone to listen to her. She was very much still a human being and I felt needed respect. Even though she had a disability I felt she was smarter then some in other ways.

Seems she was not born that way. Her family had come from money. She was being given a bath and lighting had hit her in a freak accident coming from the pipe. It gave her brain damage. They met in the mall and she was not at her wits to know what love was and he was in lust. She was pretty but I feel She did love him but I felt she was being used. She needed much better care in my opinion.

They married not telling the court house about her mental state and her mom felt helpless and cut off the gravy train. They had only so much money in a trust she had inherited.

If someone ever ends up in this situation with a child enforce your legal right of attorney.

They rented the nightmare shack and it went straight to hell from there.

S, was very immature as well and was easy to spot being almost everything he owned had Taz the cartoon on it. I had no problem with that but he should own at least one shirt without Taz on it.

L, was very not in understanding pretend from reality.... She would tell me she could talk to her dog and Jesus. Maybe in her own way she did.

I felt bad for here. I asked do you see your family often.

No she said. Shawn won't let me.... I miss my Mom.

I felt her welfare was important to me. I felt also she was being held there for her trust.

She did not want to have sex with him he was disgusting.

She did not understand about sex also but would talk about how she wants kids.

I had heard I want kids in the same way from many a child in my day.

She had no understanding of adults at all. She had collected many animals she had found and at most could not take care of them.

She was not also happy that he spent all his time on his computer. She also curse like a sailor at times. I think they taught her that.

I would say she needed supervision to say the least. She had never learned to read nor write.

When I visited I tried to teach her better words and about letters. She could learn but no one tried to ever teach her.

I think I sparked something in her soul because she knew this was not normal. Just because someone has brain damage does not mean they are stupid. She would curse for no reason sometimes. It could have been her condition but I felt it was a need for attention.

Back to the description of the inside of the house.

Down the hall was D's room. D was not all there in mental state also.

He was a nice person but very child like. He was 34 and still watching cartoons had a baby daughter but would pay no attention to her. The mother of his child was living with her mother.

His room was a little cleaner he had a bed a dresser and a T.V. You guessed it a super Nintendo attached. Role playing stuff everywhere.

S and his wife’s room where at the very end of the hall all it had in it was a folded out sofa bed.

The thing that got me was nothing hung on the walls anywhere in the house. It reminded me of living in a dirty cave.

I felt sort of sad watching there lives.

It seemed they lived only to play games.

I love games but I love life to. I could not understand why they could not stop as I had.

I looked for links. I thought of my own upbringing.

I took note of family life being raised at times abusive atmosphere and perhaps manic disorders. We had some serious problems in my family but I had thought so do many families. I think we pick how we live. I don’t have much right now but I keep my home clean and fun. I have a hard time walking and seeing and some days I end up not being able to walk at all. Yet, I live on my own and attempt to do what I can. I try not to complain. It won’t do me any good.

I love my family no matter what they do and always tried to find the root of the problem but I feel many can’t do that and spend a large chunk of there life in a living hell.

I think we are all survivors of something. I know I have my own issues and I am far from perfect but I try and do the right thing. That is just the nature of life. It’s hard at times to be an adult. I know I am forever ten but I attempt to be an adult as well.

These where my brothers friends as well who lived here. But not my best friend’s normal friends.

I saw this going nowhere fast. My brother knew these people so I assumed all of this was inherited by there upbringing.

They crossed with mine do to the role playing connection. I liked to keep my friends separate from my brothers.

As any sibling can tell you we all have friends and a go amount of the time not the same friends.

Mine at this point where starting to become like his it felt like.

I did not play games I was more of a reader and south park guy that loved movies then someone who played these games. I loved the art in them and I liked to listen in but it was not my thing as I state.

Mike took over S, and his wife’s bedroom. They moved in the living room.

Mike and his under aged girlfriend would spend a great deal of time in that room.

Not all was happy in the land........……

L’s mother paid a visit her mother went to there house when they where not home to remind her that she was still loved at least have contact with her...

I was over in the next few days. It was the holidays again and they where making some sort of scary food dish in the oven. Then L lost it.

It's me or the computer you fricker I want a divorce!! !@$!@#$!

I want to see my mother!

She went in the living room found me and said I am going away from Shawn.

Princess will take care of me. She had a little dog named Princess. She said quite serious. Princess will take me to the movies and take me to get my hair done and to the park because she loves me. Shawn is a j_a_c_k a_s_s.

I could tell she was upset then watched her cartoons.

She thanked me for listening to her.

Everyday after was the same thing to her. She felt tormented. I could see that.

Her mother got wind of the situation from a little bird and took her and her dog and cats out of there leaving all the crap behind. It was all garbage anyhow.

She was happy to be in her real home. The divorce was quick. Why he was never charged with anything I will never know.

EVERYTHING CONNECTED TO THIS HOME WAS IN HER NAME!

He was getting SSI yet her trust fund paid for the house and his jeep.

They did not pay any of the bills that month. THEY WASTED THERE MONEY ON GAMES AND MAGIC CARDS!!! VERY TRUE!!! I know not all Role-players are this way but they where.

Please don’t think I am ragging on them. I have friends that play and don’t do these sorts of things. I don’t go near such things from bad association.

They where getting ready to lose the house and jeep. It was all in her name and.... They could not pay. Reality had never hit. Once again my friend needed another place to live.

S at the last week of living there met a woman on the net and drove to Texas on a rain drenched night... She was 17 years old and she was horrified when She met S from what I heard. I also hear her father chased them off with a shot gun....

I was asked to go on the road trip I had declined.

I found them a trailer near my house after much looking...

It was a very nice double wide 2 bedroom for 700 a month. I made 50 calls to find them this place.

Next part, cheap cigars and Shaman in the trailer of

Forbidden scary love.....

Hurricane opal had left me rather horrified. I watched people put back together shattered lives. For two weeks after the storm I had suffered from nightmare about the storm. I would dream about children drowning, homes destroyed and places I once cared about made into ruins. It left me with a deep melancholy that still haunts my soul.

To my recent horror I found out it could be worse from the fate New Orleans had suffered.

I now could only imagine the horrible fates those had faced in Hurricane Katrina. Watching it on the news that summer brought back many horrible memories in my thoughts.

I had blocked out the memory of looking about the side yard and finding a black and white kitten that had died in the storm. She drowns in the same water that flooded the dining room. She had a collar on the said “Missy“. She was flung upside down in branches and trash.

Living though a hurricane feels like being violated and you never feel the same after.

My friend mike lost many of his accounts and had no savings and the window company and did not pay the rent. They shut off the power to his house. He had no savings. His two roommates where long gone. After the storm the roommates all moved out. During that time I remember I stayed over and we where up at 4am.

Some Bacon was being made so mike went out to dump the greases outside being we did have a jar. The old Woman next door was out in her nightgown saw mike and screamed help R - a- p - e! She was quite let’s say robust and not exactly attractive. I am not trying to be rude just as I saw it. My friend screamed at her heck no! No even if you paid me! Who does that with a frying pan anyhow?

I found this sort of funny.

I admit I did misbehave and made a cat call at her later that day. I was young stupid and male. The male and stupid have not left but the young sure has! Youth has do all sorts of retarded things.

I had just gotten out of the hospital at this time after having server stomach surgery. I could not keep food down and was very ill. So for me it was an odd time. I was very thin at this time in my life. You never know it now. I was still recovering. I almost died in the hospital. I am still very ill now. It was an odd time in my life.

During that time we visited Mikes Grandparents.

They where nice people very warm and loving. They where your typical example of Grandparents. His step grandmother Opal was a very good woman that cared a great deal about people but I could tell Mike resented her from the attention it took from his relationship from his Grandfather.

I feel he had a father but he was divided from him and the Grandfather may have represented a father figure.

He also resented his stepfather. I could see issues. At most such things do occur in the world often.

The crime he committed still puzzles me greatly. Its one thing to resent someone it’s another to shoot them.

I took the name of the hurricane and his grandmother’s name being the same as an omen now.

We did many things together friends do.

We watched movies went to get fast food hung out and even urban explored. He was good company and fun to be around.

We would look around at places that where forgotten.

We had a few odd adventures we found an abandoned nursery that was overgrown in the woods. It was odd to see plants and things 5 times there normal size and to see the decaying green houses.

I felt like I was being watch the area had a creepy vibe. I saw what looked like a lady in white for a moment then she was gone.

We also explored the abandoned Railroad station. I think it became restaurant supply place later. It was an interesting building. It had an octagon building that went upward. It even had a walk in safe! It was very interesting and you could tell homeless had been living there. It gave a vibe like being forever watched inside. The top floor was very Victorian with lots of wood out looking the city. I would have loved to turn it into a house.

I felt free at this time like I could do anything.

Around that time he had ended up with an African hedge hog that ended up with me.

It was around 3 times to 3 owners!

At this time there was little supernatural activity in the story but there where small things.

I did have an odd experience there one night at in the summer. I heard what sounded like a Women singing for 30 seconds. It was ghostly and haunting. But the sound went as quickly as it came. It left me in a cold feeling. I think they follow me sometimes.

I think they try and warn me with events. I listen with care now.

He had a several roommates at that time in and out. You had happy go lucky young couple. They had no idea what it took to live in real life and did not last long.

Then you had our friend “R”. He was not ready to live on his own. He moved back in with his family. He also had a dog that would poop everywhere and he would not take care of it. I felt because they fought about it is why he left.

Then you had “A” He had moved from California. He was older and I felt hated Fl. He would complain a lot about it. He worked at a Pizza joint and would spend all his time over magic cards and video games.

He moved in with his brother and had horrible back problems he a nice guy but I always felt something off.

The other Guy who lived there was “J“. He was your typical golfer prep and left right after the storm. He was a nice guy but we had nothing in common. I met him just once. It was quite the sinking ship.

Anyhow, my friend was alone and had no power.

It was surreal going into the first home. All was quiet and dark.

My friend was being evicted on Halloween night from his duplex.

Mike went to the store and left me alone in the dark house and it was scary but a whole new scary.

No power and an angry woman came driving up the driveway. Who is that I thought?

It was the land Lady. She was a cross between Judge Judy and a broom butt sales person.

She was collecting rent. She was enraged!!

She ran up to the door. CLOMP! CLOMP! CLOMP!

She then stormed into the home and did not even knock.

I said what the frick do you want lady?

“I did not live there but don't like being startled so she set me off.”

None of you have paid rent since September!

DO YOU LIVE HERE? I said no I do not. Where are the people who live here? I said at the store.

She left the eviction notice at the door. She left with a huff and puff got in her car. Slamming her car so loud it made an echo. I yelled after her you will never get Toto and I will tell the Wizard about you! She sped off twice the speed limit. The old man down the street was watching in wonder.

He then started to hum the wicked witch of the west theme.

Well... It seems that even before the hurricane my friend at the time did not pay rent.

We had no money for candy nor decor.... I took a can of shaving cream and sprayed on the window happy Halloween...

It melted and read happy Mallomar as the letters warped. Ding dong… How it rang without power I will never know.

Everything’s off but the doorbell works! I said: I thought the power is off? Mike said: It is!

The bell was more scary then the land lady.

We had no decor but the shaving cream but the bell rang it was a woman with kids....

I swear people become greedy when it comes to free anything... I answered the door and said we don't celebrate Halloween can't you see this is the sacred night of mallomar???

WE EAT CHEESE AND DANCE ON MALLOMAR! I said in foreign accent.

I gave the children a pack of crackers to share. They where confused.

As they walked down the walk I said in my phony accent: Place the crackers under your pillow for a wish!

We did have costumes. I was in my graduation high school robe my friend Mike was Dracula his Jen was a black cat. We took off just on a drive and went to the Old Martin house to see if we could see any ghost from the outside.

The Martin house was built upon a large man made hill. It was a beautiful Old stately Plantation. From it's ballroom to it's attic it had an air of parties and southern belles. If you closed your eyes you could still here them in a party in the night air. It had a dark history.

The story is not about this home but it was of interest. “They hide everything in forgotten Fl.”

Several died in the building of the house. You can still see a man sometimes at night walking across the lawn under the oak trees.

Later on it was owned by another family that built a paper mill that you could see sitting by the bay like some sort of broken amusement ride. It was lit up like a roller coaster and smelled like a dead man and skunk was boiled.

Many have died working at that mill. Most in horrible accidents going up in

fire from boilers gone wrong or the chemicals killing them.

It seems the man of the house back in the 1960's went insane and killed his wife his two children and mother law and placed them in the basement on a mother’s day.

Older Locals tell me the murderer acted like nothing had happened and placed a fake wall over the basement door. Odd in urban story but very interesting. Some say there are still a body in there they could not find.

It was odd to have a basement in Fl. being if you dug in the ground you hit water after 3 feet.

This was also on a hill even odder so I suspected at one time to be more water in this are years ago and the house was made to face the bay. The hill may have been beach.

This place looked something out of a civil war movie. It was now owned by the mill. They had spelled the name of the mill on the side of the hill. STONE in white marble. It looked odd with the high prison fence around it.

I also was told the older stories by a woman who spent here whole life in the area.

She tell about a girl in the 1930's who still opens the garden gate everyday at 3:00 to meet

her Beloved that never comes. She may have been jilted or her beloved murdered but we will never know. The gate was removed. It is said: She went mad soon after and drowned herself into the sea.

Also another story: A little girl had fallen out of the second story window to her death.

She could be seen skipping or crying around the giant Spanish moss covered oaks in the

yard then walking up the side of the house backwards.

Security now watches the house where forced to stay there would say flash lights would only work when they want to and would feel cold winds. Lights could be seen in some room where no one was.

My brother had once gone in about 1986 before they restored the old house. He went in though the second story window with friends on a tree. I knew why he went. In his own way he had a past with the darker occult he would not tell me about. He told me the house was filled with old furniture. In the attic he found a mothers day card with brown drops on it. He showed it off and was quite proud.

It was the most bizarre trophy to be proud about.

I was told of sick and twisted imagery from the past in the house. My brother saw a vase with dead roses sitting on dust covered table and broken chairs everywhere.

He said someone had drawn a large pentagram on the floor that had been in there before in chalk.

They all left in fear when they saw a gray shadow moving towards them.

In the 90's they began to restore the house and rent it out for parties. We could not see in the house but sat in a car at the base of the hill. The fog would move in the dark. We watched the house then we saw it. It was a light that moved from room to room. Yellow white it was like a giant fire fly.

We took off like a bat out of hell only to go to the parker cemetery.

This was an odd place and an old grave yard. We where filled with laugher of youth and doing the

things youth does on Halloween. We where drinking beer and hanging out.

The town of Parker was small and eaten up by Panama city. It had the feel of an older town that has fallen apart.

It’s said: The founder of Parker wanders till the name he picked for the Town gets put back in place. This town was named new Austerlitz.

Lore has it, the name changed in the 40's from anti-German ideas of the second world war. It was an odd thing to think about.

The graveyard was cold and well quite boring. We talked about what we saw with glee. Everything was surreal.

I went home got some money I was saving and we went to see that horrible vampire movie that had

Eddie Murphy in it. “That was scary also for the wrong reasons.”

We dropped Jen off, My friend wanted me to stay out with him and go bar hoping. I said no... I really have to go home I had a horrible feeling of doom. I felt I had to go home right then.

We where 5 Min's from my house. I said you have had a lot to drink.

Do you want to crash at my house tonight?

He said no. He wanted to go out I guess. Anyhow on his way home he went to jail. He went to jail dressed as Dracula...

I am sure that men in puffy shirts have a special time in the county jail.....

Gave me jokes for weeks.

He got out 3 days later. We where able to get the stuff out of the house. They took the house plants. I found that funny.

The furniture was on the back porch....

He just took the things he needed.

He moved in with some of the people that committed the crime later in the story.....

The next part will talk about Role playing hell hole and a lack of reality.

Ever get to the point to where your cat knocks over the lemon joy in the kitchen, you smell lemon from you bedroom think it might be something spiritual then realize it’s not because the magic dance song is being sang by David Bowie in your computer from the Labyrinth movie? I have...

I need sleep and darn it I need to buy dish soap tomorrow….

In time without time wait’s the answer. It is a door engraved by dreams and it reads.

“In vas of vita est mystery of vir.”

A phrase indeed engraved in the tears of maiden dreams.

A gift of decadence made by sorrow brought by the choir of the lost.

It came by three in the dreams made by one.

The ruler of many a spire is the pea??? angel made to fall by hands that wait.

I only walk with the ashes of what was. I remember. We are not all gone.

Many wait on what they feel is right but miss the line of reasoning.

The soul waits not upon the abyss to burn. It waits on the tolling bell of the poignant.

They set fire to the dreams of those who have died by vanity, ego and anger. They walk in pride and this is the greatest crime of them all. I see them.

If one says they wake to understand the divine and forgets compassion then he is no better then what he fights and will meet the same fate. Woe is he that walks in anger for that is the greatest fool. To think without actions has a high price that leaves the soul phantasmal. Ideas alone should not be embraced. We should seek experience. If it is the divine that dispels it does not lend to judgment alone. Yet of the tongue of many the divine is the one who has last judgment. The eyes of man speak but cannot speak for another.

They fall with them and crush the dreams of the dove. Perhaps the greatest pity can be evil.

I see them. I watch them in the storm of life.

I have always had a desire of sacrifice in my spirit but not of waste.

Many think they do well but instead ever move there way towards the abyss. The end is what must be dealt with and actions should be thought out and not blamed upon anything.

They have forgotten the tongues of the lost. Things should never be taken at face value.

The actions say all.

I am not the brightest bulb and will forever be learning. All I know is what I have to go off. 

In my youth I had a teacher. She had taught about many spiritual things.

She told me many things in oddity and find much of it to be relative.

She told me when you do anything never have fear for when you have fear other things can have power of you. One must be willing to leave there comfort and push forward with ease. I was told also to do this in learning. I was warned to never put a limitation on what something can or can’t do.

I was also told not to correct others or they may never learn.

In many ways you don’t want some to have the correct method or they may do something with it you may regret. The true path is self.

You can on the other hand hint at it. Better to let others figure it out on there own.

She said you will find two types of people. Those who live life and those that watch life.

Never take to the letter a warning for those that watch because they are missing the experience but do use commonsense. Some will give you commonsense warnings from there own hidden desires. Take heed of some for they are ticking time bombs.

The biology of the unseen can be set up in types yet what can’t or can be done has no one true definition I find. Some may only have a pleasant experiences with such things for there whole life. Let them have it.

Others will not be that lucky. In both lots it’s self.

Every being differs being they are not all the same being. Just like humans, dogs, cats. No one set of things. Your dealing with supernatural in a natural setting in rarity your chances of getting the same thing over and over vary. Most seek out human spirits but forget that there may be other things as well.

Some Demonologist will tell you of types of Demons or spirits. At least that’s what they tell me. The conversations are always interesting. I find this to be true yet if you read what they do they all differ greatly.

In my “Not everyone” Witchcraft “I don’t speak for anyone but me” I summon elements to place up a circle with 5 cardinal pillars. I noted though out the places I have been I noted each place differs in feeling.

I take great care in my art.

I feel incivility defines everything.

Everything should be respected but never feared. Not everything will be friendly I have found from my first hand accounts.

I find this to be true in the Paranormal and the Preternatural in my study.

Others will differ and I wish them the best. Some misread me sometimes and think I am attacking a personal study. I am not attacking it as much as I am curious of source. I don’t say anything unless my interest was peaked. I come off much better as a real person and not a email. I like to see there methods being that is how I learn.

I like seeing others methods first hand in the field.
I don’t watch well. LOL

Anyhow my ramble has gone on enough.

I wish everyone a good day.

Wilmont 2

This is a true story and in true stories you have more twist then chubby checker.

I was in my 20's and was way to trusting. I know better now and learned the hard way. I am headed into my mid 30's and I can't even think what I was thinking.

It’s hard to find exactly where to place the reader in my viewpoints. I will remind the reader this is the short version of this time of my life. It’s hard to take ones life in events and set it into just one story.

Every place has a true story if you look for it. No one is immune to tragedy, drama, or odd events. Places are just like people in that regard.

My story is nothing new. In everyone’s life we have dramatic events that shape us for who we are.

Do I continue start from before the beginning? The start of the door of the dreaded home people have came to hear about. Do I open up more history on the area?

I will give you a bit of my history before going deeper into story. I feel circumstances leading up to the story are important.

I think people need to understand where I am coming from. So much to remember.

I lived in Panama city Fl. I am sure they would not want there city to be tied with the supernatural but there plenty of strange events in that town.

I call it beautiful and quite mysterious at the same time. She hides her secrets well. Most never see beyond her mask. Stories people talk about in excited quiet voices after to many beers out on a wooden deck on a humid night where the fog comes in from the sea and makes the swampy places look like dancers in the moonlight as they dance to the song of night creatures.

I will not bore you with everything.

I will give you highlights of the 3 years before. I feel life causes chain reactions that lead one to end up in some situations so it is necessary for you to see the domino effect.

About 1993- 1994 my best friends parents where in the way intentional. This is of course a cult as listed in countless books and websites.

I liked my friend and would attend with him a few times. I even took the classes. I had problems there being I did not agree with everything. I am of a Pagan and magick background. I went being my friend had concerns for me being he said what I do is real. He had seen me first hand do several things that disturbed him greatly. Funny a Pagan occultist attending a Christian cult. I am not anti belief and can go anywhere and not catch fire. “I still read the bible being I think it’s interesting.”

I think you need a Idea of my friends background being he was raised in this organization.

“I was told this information even by his mother ….”

His mother had lived a dangerous life going from relationship to relationship drugs, drinking and alterative beliefs. When I knew mike in high school she was with a strange ex car salesman who sold insurance.

They all lived in a apt. in the forest park area of Panama city where all my friends had lived there. It was the 90's and my generation only saw a black hole future. The 90's a time of aids, crack, Pointless, TV shows and grunge music. If you had sex you would die they told us. I would watch animaniacs and tiny toons every afternoon and my life was rather simple. It was about video games, magic cards and my interest in everything odd. I was in my early adulthood but very much ignorant to everything. I had lived a charmed life. I had even left home a few times to seek out elders and see the world via greyhound. Nothing had never happened to me.

I remember the end of kurt cobain's life and the birth of the internet. Life was fun.

Anyhow mike's mother was told by Charlie the Twig “local group” leader to move to Columbus Ga and leave my friend in Fl. because God said so he needs to stay here. I thought this was demented. “I would let you know in detail what goes on inside but that is another story. I will go over facts.” I did learn a lot of amazing things to say the least. Anyhow, it was a warm August day and they packed up the rental truck. Everyone was very calm it was quite strange. I could tell Mike was upset. At that moment I noted a change in him.

My friends grandfather had gotten him a 93 ford tempo out of auction. He was to live with the old couple next door for a 100 a month. I enjoyed his landlords. I helped them and helped pick Pecans they grew at a farm in Alabama that was about 40 miles away in Alta.

Mike had his window work where he clean windows of local stores. This is where it started to

go down hill. He was in school but dropped out of the local university.

I felt my friend descended further into darkness when his cult he attended went out of control.

The meeting of course had no church. They believed in meeting out of the home. That was fine but I got a weird vibe every time I went into the home after a while.

One of the married people where starving there twins to death and the father was beating his wife.

They went to jail if I remember. It was very disturbing. I felt bad for the mother but it was almost like she was trying to kill her babies. They where very pretty children and the whole thing made my skin crawl.

I hope she got the help she needed.

You had many a eccentric person in this group not counting me. Some seemed the reality train never made a stop.

The teachings had gotten quite weird plus the homeless people who would show up. The limb “All the groups” was disbanded. It was looked at as a tree you see in the way they operated as a type of foundation.

The core the trunk was headquarters, the branches where the state,

the limbs where the collective of the area the meeting places where twigs and the leaves the people. A great deal of the hippie culture was also mixed in. I found it quite interesting. On first visit I said look at all the yahoos...

I did find some spiritual people there who where very nice. I am happy to say they are doing fine. They would tell you it was like a nightmare after a bit.

I have to say after my friends beliefs where shut down he became questioning of everything and seemed disillusion and embraced a seedy life in a white trash epic.

He then started on a string of places to live… I felt his transient moves helped start the move towards Wilmont AVE.

Anyhow he moved out from the old couple got roommates and moved into a prefab home near the beach. The house had no real furniture. It was a small 3 bedroom house. I had liked it even had a fenced in yard.

I had found some things and gave him a chair, a lamp, a bed, and pictures and a TV.

While he was 19 he met Jennifer she was 15 but was pretending to be 18 and liked Mike. When they where deep in love She told the real age and he was dumb enough to stay with her.

I felt this killed her childhood. I felt bad for her being she had a promising future.

This consisted of picking up his girlfriend from high school. Was not to big of a deal being I got out of school 2 years before.

Still at the time.... She was also the mayors daughter....

This was a small town… You can guess what her Father felt.

During this time…..

I had always felt this hurricane somehow connected me to the hurricane that took out old St. Andrews being I understood the energy. I felt it had something to do with waking the house.

Hurricane opal then hit of October of 95.

Before it started I saw the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. The clouds looked like you could touch them or use them to stuff a pillow. Such a high price to gaze upon beauty.

THE NATIONAL HURRICANE CENTER IS ISSUING ADVISORIES ON HURRICANE

OPAL CENTERED ABOUT 45 MILES SOUTH OF PENSACOLA FLORIDA...AND ON

TROPICAL STORM NOEL LOCATED ABOUT 920 MILES WEST-SOUTHWEST OF THE

AZORES.

SATELLITE IMAGES INDICATE THAT A LOW-LATITUDE AREA OF DISTURBED

WEATHER ABOUT 700 MILES SOUTHWEST OF THE CAPE VERDE ISLANDS HAS

BECOME BETTER ORGANIZED AND A TROPICAL DEPRESSION MAY BE FORMING.

IF THIS TREND CONTINUES ADVISORIES ON THIS SYSTEM WILL BE INITIATED

TONIGHT OR THURSDAY. THIS SYSTEM IS MOVING WESTWARD ABOUT 15 MPH.

ELSEWHERE...TROPICAL STORM DEVELOPMENT IS NOT EXPECTED THROUGH

THURSDAY.

It hit us more then Pensacola. We got the eye and backside. It sort of sat on us.

Over and over I would see that and hurricane warning for all day on TV and radio. All my neighbors had left I was alone. I felt I was the last man on earth. Hurricanes just don’t hit they are a event.

For days it was hard rain and the day looked like night. Almost everyone left. My family had went to Las Vegas for vacation. I was stuck alone. I don’t drive because I have no def perception.

I had stayed in Fl. It fact I was a prisoner in my home.

Sounds funny to me they where in Vegas where I live now and I was in the mouth of hell. I remember the day before the landfall. I saw the paper in the drive way the black sky the wind

and the rain at ten in the morning. Looked like night time. I felt rather alone and disturbed.

I wanted anyone to tell me it would be ok. Just one voice. I never got that.

I loved my parents house. It was modern but it was very opening warm and inviting. It was a one story. The living room had a very high ceiling about 30 feet or so and had 3 windows on the top of it in a row they call it a shadow box. I would watched those windows in the storm with lighting, hard rain and black that looked at me in the afternoon. The house had a horrible history and my mother got it cheaper but that’s another story. It’s still my home when I think about it.

I picked up the paper and took it into the house. The paper read, Hurricane opal is coming. It was like a movie that says the end of the world is here. It was unreal. My friend Mike battled the storm stopped in with his roommate “A” a white pick up truck in and told me to go to his house being mine was in the swampy area. He was near the beach! Hurricanes come in at he beach! I did not want to be alone so I agreed.

I got into his roommates truck and we went off with my dog and bag.

It was like a bad dream. So we went by his girlfriends house and got her.

Her father was out of town and her mother worked for a airline. “Tells you allot about her Parents.”

The inside of her house reminded me of a tomb. No life of normal living just things set up like museum where you would not want to touch anything. I like my home to be interactive so people can enjoy it. I vibe in her home was a cold.

I remember looking at the lake next to her house that had eaten the dock and now was headed towards the garage. So what do we do? We stopped by the Block buster place get movies stop by the store and get some booze.

Mike had starting working at that Block buster to make extra money a month before.

Others who where trapped soon joined us in the weird little duplex much closer to the beach then my house. The storm raged on. It sounded like a woman howling and someone pounding at the window from time to time. We went outside at one point to see a palm tree fall over. That convinced me to stay in.

We had power till ten at night. It went out during the movie I picked out that made the crowd clap it was so bad. When the lights went out all you could hear was the scream of the wind and the pound of the rain. We tried to listen to the radio.

Most of the stations where down and it was impossible to hear anything. For fun and boredom, I pretended to be Fred a old southern man who really wanted a biscuit and complained of the new fabled dances. I was told I was more scary then the storm. I went outside when everything got quiet one more time. It was the eye. It was a black swirling

mass. To go a bit further out would to be never to be seen again. All I could think is how many have seen this? I went back in and all at once it was the loudest storm I ever heard.

I thought the block house would cave in. I fell asleep being cradled by the noise. No dreams no anything. Just silent sleep. The next day the sun raised into the sky. The first sun in days was in the window. I had no Idea what was waiting Everything was in chaos.

I went outside there was a tree hanging from the center of a billboard cars where flipped everything was a war zone. Peoples homes wrecked. I have no idea why I am here.

I felt very alone as if we where the last people on earth. I could see no one outside. I could not hear the birds.

We have to go out and look I said. We turned the radio on could not get anything. We had no power no TV no phone or water. I called my parents on the cell phone they left me. The cell phone was a giant contraption that was nothing like we use now. I told them to stay in Vegas till I knew more.

I felt a feeling of horror. I wanted to see if my house was still there.

First what about our town? We went to downtown. I saw store fronts that had everything washed to the sea and streetlights down and live wires flopping about like fish. It looked like a bomb had went off. I also saw a news crew telling people to stay home and not to wander.

Some areas of the beach where completely destroyed. One house may sit among ten blocks sometimes a house would hang over a edge looking like it might fall into the sea.

I could not see my home nor get there. I lived inland but not to far from the bay.

I wanted to go home! I needed to go home! I packed up my dog and stuff and began to be driven home. My friends took the back roads till we got around the blocks. When we got to Boatrace road it was shocking. It was more like a Disney ride then anything.

We drove down the road with all the old houses by the bay you had to drive under trees that fell leaning on other trees across the road and see boats in people yards. Boats in trees. Yards dead from the sea water.

One boat had crashed into someone’s front door. The salt water had killed there yards dead. You could see all the dead plants as if no one was there years.

A wreck was out in the bay that sat there for years after this storm somewhat submerged. I am sure they fixed it by now.

You could see people walking about like zombies in shock. There where looters of course picking up whatever they could find and people at war with one another over things.

Trailer parks where smashed and moved in weird places. I think whoever was in those trailer parks where doomed. At least the graveyards did not set the coffins free. I was told that happened before in a large storm.

That morning I got home.

The front of my house was covered with tree branches and the carport was still there leaning to the left. It was a huge mess.

Trees where down everywhere. Several people had there houses smashed by trees.

Inside my home part of the dining room had flooded and the side yard was in shambles and the carport was wrecked.

There was not enough water in the dining room to wreck it and we where lucky. Our house was upward on a manmade slope to make it 8 feet higher.

Much of the garden was washed to one side. A window was broken in the back and the garden and pool looked like swamp. The water was murky and black.

The back of the house roof was slightly smashed in and a 150 year old pine had smashed the fence.

We where under marshal law. I started cleaning things up without power. Got my house contained. Then the looting began at some of the houses near by to stop it the army brought out tanks to contain the area and had patrols. I sat on my porch with my shotgun that night by a oil lamp to keep people away. It was marshal law.

If it met I had to shot some idiot from trying to steal from me I would shoot.

Someone did come by I pointed the gun at them in the dark and they ran away.

It felt like a zombie movie.

I remember how odd it felt. More like you feel in dream then real life. I went to put the dog out and she was barking her heart out. I went into the back yard saw two yellow eyes looking back at me. I knew it was a gator that came in from the broken fence.

I has seen small ones before but never a big one. I think my small dog thought she be a hero. She almost became a snack. It was only a year after one of them had eaten a 3 year old playing to close near a lake. They seem slow but they are very quick.

I had to call the cops, I was put on hold.. They thought I was kidding. I am on a dyeing cell phone yelling Alligator into the night.

They came and got him away and I remember waking the next day to something that was my house but did not feel like home. It was a horrible feeling.

I did not have power phone or running water for a bit. It was hard to survive. I had to toss out all the food in the fridge. My dad being military had plenty of water and canned goods.

I decided to go to the store.... I had to climb over 300 year old oak trees in the center of the street to do so and bits of homes. When I got the store people where fighting over food. There was

food but many had the same idea. I got some things I could cook and was lucky enough to have ice. They had truck come in earlier. I took my prizes home in 85 degree heat 100% humidly.

I had made lunch like it was some grand treasure. I had to use the BBQ to cook my food.

I could hear two people fighting because they had a generator. Seems I did have two neighbors nearby. One had power from the generator and the other did not. It was everyone for themselves.

I spent a great deal of the day in isolation when not reading. About a few days later I had power. On and off. First was water then phone. No cable still. All those lines would have to be redone. I watched local TV and saw images of disaster everywhere.

We got radio back and it seems all they wanted to play was blues traveler and I call that the hurricane soundtrack today.

What does this have to do with the story? It plays a huge role in it. You will see the tie soon.....

My friend lost many window accounts due to the storm....

This event moves things closer to the main people of the story...

Newspaper story

Yes, this is real. This is just another chapter in my life and this a cut down short version of the story. This was late December 95.

Many seen me speak of the wilmont story few have seen the news with it. I tell of here is some of the news that goes with it before I put up several blogs of the story. This part 1.

I will make commentary in the story.

I did speak to the authorities as well. After all of this as announced I did go into shock from the horror of it all for some time after. This is why I am careful and can be quiet at times in person.

I was told I am lucky I am not dead for suspect of knowing anything.

I was told I was up to be killed in conversations they had for knowing 'things".

It was on tape.

Four arrested in connection with 'murder-for-hire' plot

"The pictures where here."

Purnell ": paranoia and hard grasp on reality, worked at a Mexican

food joint"

Houghton: "Removed from the army from being mentally insane, worked at nursing home."

Cribbs: "Parents where in a real Christian Cult and abandoned him in the name of the cult. He ran a window cleaning business."

Painter: "Daughter of the mayor of Lynn Haven. She also under age and dating Mike.

They met at 15. She said she was 18. They where together two years before this story."

There where others in the house but not charged.

The News Herald

Monica Scandlen

Two Bay County men were on their way to Montgomery, Ala. Tuesday night to face attempted-murder charges in connection with what

police have termed a``murder-for-hire'' plot. Authorities say the men, 28-year-old Clarence Purnell and 25-year-old Douglas Houghton, were hired to kill their roommate's grandparents.

"Pendragon note. I remember I thought them old. I am now 34 It feels strange. I also thought them harmless. It‘s odd to view my thoughts in my early 20‘s"

News story

Purnell and Houghton will be held on $250,000 bond in Montgomery.

Houghton and Purnell waived their extradition rights in Panama City Tuesday, Bay County Sheriff Guy Tunnell said. In the early morning hours of Dec. 18, Purnell and Houghton, who both lived in the 1100

block of Wilmont Avenue, allegedly shot an elderly couple while they slept in their Montgomery home.

"Pendragon note.

At Christmas they told me in a drunken stupor they shot them at the dead of night. I told them that is horrible and not funny at all.

Being most of our humor was morbid I thought it was a bad drunken joke.

They showed me a leather jacket covered in dry blood it smelled like dead deer. I will never forget that smell as long as I live. It burned my nostrils. I thought they where trying to scare me.

If they where it worked to say the least.

The glare on there faces was like that of ghoul. No longer any glimpse of humanity. My friend Mike looked like he won the Lotto. It was the worst feeling I ever felt. I liked His

grandparents and I think I was more upset then him.

The glare I will never forget."

I still have a feeling of horror thinking about it.

News story

Authorities say the couple's grandson, 21-year-old Michael Cribbs, agreed to pay Purnell and Houghton $10,500 to kill his grandparents, Patrick and Opal Davis. Cribbs believed he would inherit about $300,000 upon his grandparents' deaths, Tunnell said.

Pendragon note

I was horrified by his behavior.

People that mourn do not act happy even if it was Christmas. He acted transfixed. In fact something that was not him was guiding him. The house they where in had a long history of tragedy and murder as it was and was built over a well and gravesite that was there before a hurricane pulled the church that sat there into the Sea as much of the original town.

I found this out after much research. It was very hidden.

Months before this went on many séances and strange rituals both exorcism and spirit offerings where done. This house had no electricity or heat or cooling. When you would install it something would happen to dismiss it."

News story

Cribbs apparently told Purnell and Houghton where to find the key to his grandparents' home. Purnell, Houghton, Cribbs and his girlfriend, 17-year-old Jennifer Painter, all were roommates in Panama City. Purnell and Houghton entered the Davis' home in Montgomery about 4:35 a.m. on Dec. 18, jail records said. Bay County

Sheriff's Office Capt. Ralph Dyer said Purnell shot the couple with a shotgun he had brought from Panama City.``They left thinking

(Patrick and Opal Davis) were dead,'' Dyersaid. But the Davises survived the shooting.

Two days later, Cribbs and Painter went to visit Cribbs' grandparents, who were recovering in a Montgomery hospital.

After the visit, the Cribbs and Painter went to the Davis' home and stole a checkbook, authorities said. When the couple returned to Panama City, Cribbs wrote a check for $2,500 and forged his grandfather's name.

Pendragon note:

"He said also in drunken stupor also that he had his grandfather sign the check in the critical care as he “turned up the morphine“. It upsets me to think about it"

News story

That check apparently was meant to be part of the payment to Purnell and Houghton, authorities said. Meanwhile, Montgomery authorities had developed Cribbs as a suspect in the shooting of his grandparents.

Pendragon note.

"I think they spent it on Christmas like some sort of insanity boon." Every time Christmas rolls around I think and ponder on this. It gives me chills living though it. I about hate the holiday from the horror I went though. After that night even though I lent my name to the lease I refused to go back to the house. My every fiber of my being told me something horrible was in consumption in that home. I still at this point did not believe at all what I was told.”

News story

Montgomery Police Department detectives traveled to Bay County and began a joint investigation with the Bay County Sheriff's Office.

Stemming from that investigation, authorities last week arrested Cribbs and Painter and charged them with burglary for taking the Davis' check book. While in police custody, Cribbs confessed to his involvement in the shooting, Tunnell said.

When authorities searched the Wilmont Avenue residence Monday night, they arrested Purnell and Houghton. Dyer said the shooting was ``premeditated by design'' and he said charges in the case could be upgraded. Patrick Davis remained hospitalized Tuesday and is in ritical condition. Opal Davis' condition was not available. If

Patrick Davis dies, Purnell and Houghton ``very likely'' could be charged with murder, Dyer said. Cribbs, Purnell, Houghton and Painter also will be charged with conspiracy to commit murder - a first-degree felony, Tunnell said. That charge would be filed locally because the crime allegedly was planned in Bay County.

Pendragon note

“The laws in Alabama made it where Mike was charged as well.

Houghton "Doug" was set to a place for the insane.

One is out the other two still in Jail and the Girl never charged.

Dough would send me insane letters “I never reply” and the girl was sent to live with her mother.

That did not last long being she married a admitted vampire Satanist .

My life was never normal.

Here is a Idea of what I had to deal with in my teenage years when I was in Fl. The Girl who killed herself to the lost boys was a friend of mine.

This story below was sent to me by a friend of mine who still lives there.

This is recent in years. Gives you a idea of the local thought process.

I find the news story below very odd.

After the article is part 1.

From the News Herald.

SCOOBY GETS A CLUE

Panama City Police Department Detective Tom Harris and Bay County Sheriff's Office Lt. Chuck Polk led a teacher training session on gangs and the occult in August. Harris told teachers that they could help prevent occult-related problems if they increase awareness of indicators.

They should look for kids carrying certain books around school such as The Necronomicon, The Satanic Witch The Satanic Bible, and Bucklands complete guide to witchcraft, they said.

"We in law enforcement, we call that 'a clue.

We also see it as a idea they may be in the gangs here.'"

Harris said.

Other "clues," Harris discussed:

Heavy metal music like Danzig (whose video shows him carving up a girl hanging from a crucifix), AC/DC, Metallica and Dio (whose logo, when inverted, spells "Devil").

Horror movies like 976-EVIL, A Nightmare on Elm Street and one that has special significance to an incident in Bay County, The Lost Boys.

Several years ago, an Everitt Middle School student killed herself after writing letters to her friends in which she promised to return from the dead as a vampire like those in her favorite movie, The Lost Boys. She kept a "Book of Shadows" that contained her letters, poems and drawings. It chronicled "her descent down into" Satanism including a pact with devil, Harris said.

Goths: "You've seen them with the dark hair - dark everything, and they're very much involved in this stuff," Harris said. "These kids are generally depressed. Death, to them, is an option."

Tattoos of evil creatures, pentagrams, goat heads, the number 666 and other occult symbols.

Dungeons & Dragons, a board game that Harris said leads impressionable kids into an interest in casting spells and performing witchcraft rituals, and Ouija boards, which most people treat as a game but which was patented as "a tool for contacting" the dead.

"It just shows you what little it takes to take a kid and move him into this area of the occult." Harris said.

THOSE PESKY KIDS

With all due respect to the police officers who have to deal regularly with the worst our society produces, and whose perceptions of kids are understandably colored by such experiences - and in the knowledge that garbage-in computes to garbage-out: Teachers should tread carefully when judging books by the cover. If a teacher sees a child with any books talked about here they should inform parents and police.

Sure, you can tell a lot about a book by the jacket copy and cover art. But you can jump to conclusions as well as it being of no harm.

Better to be safe then sorry.

Not all kids dress as spiffily as Fred and Daphne, or even as naturally casual as Shaggy and Velma. Some of them dress more like Wednesday Addams. That doesn't mean they're evil, just that they have no fashion sense and need to go to church.

Some kids play games of imagination and strategy that grown-ups don't understand. Some play Pokemon as well as Magic. Playing D&D games is

not always a sign of losing touch with reality - any more so than those addicted to computer solitaire. Why let them start at all? Are you taking a chance with your child?

A budding Edgar Allan Poe may sit quietly in your classroom and read or write things that mystify you. He might play Vampire: The Masquerade or read books by H.P. Lovecraft or watch movies by Wes

Craven. That doesn't make the student a danger to the populace, just a little morbid or dark-humored, perhaps. They can become a danger if not watched. The Parents need to get involved before the morbid idea becomes a crime. Horror is fine but we must keep the protective line.

That student remains what each student should be - something to be encouraged toward "positive expressions" of creativity. We can do so as our help as adults to children.

Otherwise, you become the dragons.

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How I remember the story. Part 1.

When my friend told me about the house I was excited for him. I remember thinking well maybe this will be something good for him. Then he told me he did not have the credit for it I decided to sign for him.

I said I wanted to see it first. We drove into one of the decrepitated area’s in St. Andrews. Many of the houses where abandoned. Some large and stately others built for fisherman in the early 19^th century still stood. What they all had in common was they where falling apart. They had countless families that had lived in them and it felt like the whole street was staring at us Large oak trees twisted and gnarled covered in Spanish moss covered the street. The landscape everywhere was out of control. Wild untrimmed bushes and 6 foot lawns covered in jungle overgrowth covered many of the yards. Some houses you could not see.

Just about anything you could think of that was illegal would go on down here. This was not any Ghetto this was a southern Ghetto.

Southern Ghetto’s differ greatly. People never lose there pride and act like they have something of value even if it is falling apart. What looked abandoned had people still living in it.

I felt odd. I walked up the old porch. It was a duplex. One side had been kept up while other side we where looking at was a mess. It had no front door knob. Just a hole. The front wall had two fireplaces showing and outside the front door was a old sycamore tree. Over grown and branches hanging on the roof. The door had 3 small windows in it. The porch railing had fallen into the grass. Crime tape was on a brown rug. There was a ceiling fan with no limbs hanging down. There was no air unit in the window. The kitchen was a mess with objects tossed everywhere. The power was still on. I walked into the kitchen. The floor creaked and a cabinets that was dated maybe 1960 covered in layers of paint swung open all at once with the shift of the floor. The problem living in the deep south and near the sea is the humidity and salt air ages everything quickly. This house felt very old. Yet, I date it 1950’s. I was intrigued it was like looking at the end of society. More of a archeological did then a home.

At the end of the small kitchen stood a French door. Crusted with grime you could not see though it. It opened up on as old closed in porch. It had a washer and dryer in it. Then all at once I saw it a huge hill. This was odd Fl. Is flat why is there a hill back here? None of the surrounding area’s had a hill. A huge oak tree oddly shaped was reaching up to the sky. In a perfect circle grew Lantana around it. Wild Lantana in a perfect circle. It was rather beautiful to me. Then I saw the old Shed. It looked like a much older fisherman’s shack. In front of it a huge open well.

We walked back into the duplex and went down the hall. The hall was odd the entry to the hall was round. I never seen a round entry like that. It lead to a huge bathroom. It was odd how big it was and so much wasted space. The bathroom had a window so it lead me think this place may have started out as a nursery and this place may have had a outhouse??? Outside the bathroom was a attic. I suddenly felt as I was intruding. I felt a hand grab me. No one was there. I felt cold standing in this hall. I said nothing and walked down around the corner to two bedrooms. I said ”Mike this only has 2 bedrooms how are you fitting all these people in here? He said him and Jen would get the master bedroom and Doug would get the other room and Clarence can live in the living room with Dwain.” I could make no reason in the conversation. I opened up the master Bedroom it was ok in Size and had 2 windows it was rather odd in shape and size and had a door that lead into a closet. I smelled cat pee all of a sudden. It was strong and over powering. I looked at the green shag carpet in horror. There was a sleeping bag on the floor. It was a odd feeling. A old air unit stared at me. I said lets see room number 2.… Room number 2 had a window but no light shined though. It was also very cold.

I said Mike this house is awful! He says I like it it’s great! I said what’s great about it? We went in the living room look at the built in shelves before the kitchen!!! I said I could pull them out for you and you could get another place….. We talked about it and he convinced me. I was his friend. I do almost anything to help a friend? Why you ask? I guess I am sucker . So we went to the reality office….. The woman there took my info said I had perfect credit and told me come back on Labor day…. I did no one was there. So I told my friend to go ahead and move in being he could not stay where he was and she had taken money.

So they moved in and I gave her a ear full. We got the papers finished and we had a oral agreement before.

The crap I go though I swear.

I went in early with Jen to clean the dump. I had gotten every cleaning chemical under the sun from my parents cleaning stash. I also had paint and locks. I then heard oh yes Baby you are the king! All this was missing was porn music. It was coming from down the hall. I opened the master bedroom and some hooker and a guy was going at it. I said hi we rented this dump. Can you kindly get the hell out? The hooker did not seem surprised but the old man was freaking out. I am a important man you can’t tell anybody about this! He gargled. I don’t care get the ??? out!! He put his pants on and ran out the door. He left his wallet in the bedroom. He ran at his car parked nearby and I tossed his wallet at him accidentally hitting the half dressed man in the head with it while the hooker went skipping down the street.

It was surreal to say the least. I now know what hillbilly hell is like.

Not sure what to say It was like you better skip you scanty Skippy hooker person….

When I went back in. I saw what looked like a black cat moving fast with six legs. I chased it all throughout the house till I got to the laundry room. It disappeared. I heard like a whisper ….The deed is done… It was trance like. I told Jen. She was intrigued..

I wanted to call the cops.

We could not call the cops no phone…. Jen said she did not want to tell the cops about the skipping hooker assault with a wallet and a 6 legged ghost cat….

Not much else to do so we cleaned the inside. Got rid of the trash and made it a home for people. It was clean and not that bad. I put as lock on the bathroom door. The front door I did not fix yet. The sun was setting.

Next there was a knock at the door. Is this where the party is? No I said… I shut the door and it would swing back open…. I saw maybe 20 teens across the street. They thought this place was abandoned and a great place to drink…. I told each of them no…. Then my friend moved all his crap in after a war at the trailer park…

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