Wilmont Part 7 continued from 1

“When it rains it pours.”

The duplex was now being moved into. I will go into a bit more detail. I found them a sofa and some furniture that was being thorn out down the street. Free was a good price. It was being tossed out because the owner of that house had committed suicide a month before. It was in good shape and they had a budget of zero.

I gave them an extra TV I had in my closet at my parents house and even went to what was left in my savings to help turn the lights on. He had racked up a 300 buck light bill. Also someone had stole mikes identity and had racked up 200 of it in Tampa when he has his personal information stolen 3 years before. Being they don’t really do proper background checks in Fl. Before utilities are turned on all someone needed was your personal info. They had 3 days to move. That afternoon, I went to flea market with my Shaman friend got them some pictures for the walls and some things so the inside would look nice. I feel if a home looks like a home one might be willing to take care of it. I was now broke but that’s life for you.

While moving out that night havoc went on. The friend that was helping them move had backed up on a basket ball court hoop that those kids left in the middle of the road! I don’t think people think when you live in a community area that roads and sidewalks are public and should not leave things in them.

Anyhow a woman that looked like she stepped straight out of Hee haw dumpster land runs up. “U’ed backed upped into my soons thing.” Same woman who had the kid who had stole the bike.

I said. FIRST OFF LADY, YOU’RE CHILDREN A DILEQUET AND I FEEL THE APPLE DOES NOT FALL TO FAR FROM THE TREE. LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT WHERE YOU CAN PUT THAT HOOP! I could smell Pot coming from there trailer. She said: I am gonna get the cops! Your right let me call the cops I have a lot to say to them about your ways and setting traps in a public road. She then said. “You’d anit nothing but trouble. You #!$#!$%^&$!. “

I felt a rage inside me for all the problems I had here at this ignorant trailer park. Before she could say another word I talked forward “I don’t recommend doing what your about to read if you have a gift it’s cruel. If I could do it over it would differ.”

I was told later by friends down the road this woman became devoutly religious afterwards dealing with me.

She married a man in her church and got very involved in her children’s lives and got a GED. One of friends Mom’s is friends with her.

She seems to have a happy life now. I have no idea if I had anything to do with it. Maybe she had enough of being stupid. Who knows? Who cares?

I still regret my actions. I am much older now and would rather not scare people. Today, I would just dump a bucket of water on her head or just steal wheels off her house. At most I rather help people then destroy them.

My shaman friend said after Wow you’re like a ghetto Jedi! Great I thought, I used the ghetto side of the force. I could hear that slow dramatic star wars music in my head.

Anyhow, we moved as much as we could that night. During the night the landlord went into the trailer and helped himself to what he had wanted. I knew it was him and filed a police report. The cops told him he could not do that and the landlord was pissed. He was a dirt bag in my eyes.

I burst into his office and said in less you want to go to jail this report says you have to give the things back. I was clad in black with my sun glasses. He said I don’t have to do nothing. I said ok I will come back with the cops. He said you won’t because I bet you have warrants. I never did anything but it tells me about your world. He then said: You’re not on the lease so I don’t have to talk to you. I said: You do have to talk to me for today I am this groups avenging angel. I said you have 5 mins to return what you took. He said I am going to call the cops. You do that, I said. While you’re calling them I will be going down there.

We got in the car and were heading towards the police station. He got in his car and started to follow. When we got there they said he had to return what he took. I wanted to press charges against the guy but could not because I was not on the lease. He thought because he had cop friends he could get me tossed in jail but they could not because I did nothing wrong. I knew the law very well. I knew it better then this guy. Small town lynch Justice failed this guy. Not to speak of my ex sister law was a Cop and I was still friends with her. I had as much inside as he did. I had another friend also that became a cop after high school. So we where balanced out.

We went back got all but the rug. I was pissed that was a 2000 buck antique rug was missing. That rug belonged to Doug I knew this scumbag hid it but there was nothing I could do. I cursed the rug. I said to landlord may whoever keep that rug know nothing but tragedy. Everything was said and done. I still hold a grudge somewhat today.

Later that night Mike buried the frozen cat. It was something I like to forget.

I found it all Eerie and disturbing. No emotion of loss. I was the only one upset.

I stayed over that night. During the night I heard next what sounded like child laughing coming from another bedroom. This took me off guard. Then I heard a sewing machine for 20 seconds. Something was going on in this side of the duplex what I had no idea. I know what ghosts are I have seen them many times in my life.

I went into the hall and almost like a wind moved past me when I opened the bathroom door. This place gets stranger and stranger I thought. I was not scared I was upset. I had been though so much and now they where in a house with spirits. I looked out the bathroom window and saw what looked list mist in the shape of a child walking backwards up towards the hill. The large tree was waving back and forth. The wind sounded like voices. They noise was Whispers that rang out in the wind. I watched this for about a half hour. It looked like a ghostly ballet of figures moving in the fog and the whispers got louder in the wind. They knew I knew. They had been waiting a long time. I dreamt that night of an old woman sewing a pillow. I woke up the next day and felt like I had no sleep.

I went back to the sofa and crashed.

The next day was surreal.

The people on the other side came over. Hi! They said. I noted the pentagram ah must be Pagans I thought to myself. I said are you Wiccans? How do you know they said?

They where shocked I think that I knew. This was the Deep South after all. “I note throughout this country many Pagans and magick people end up on the outside of society.”

Well your pentagram you’re wearing for one.

Most when they see a pentagram in the south they think you’re Jewish or a Satanist I had learned.

OH!! They said. Yes we are! We are Fairy Wiccans. This was my first encounter with a fairy Wiccan.

I had met Wiccans but never there branch.

Are you one they asked?

No I am not I am not but I get called a Crowley bastard every once in a while.

I had to say that being it was to much fun not to. I asked do you have a coven. They said we used to but after a while it fell though. I had to admit I was curious but I had things to do.

After polite talk and weather they skipped off into there house.

I got the yard back in shape and got the tree branches off the roof.

The duplex no longer looked abandoned. Even the inside was cleaned up.

The yard was fixed up and the people next door where nice and everything was looking better for a bit.

We turned the back laundry room into a room for Clarence. He wanted it. I had no idea why. He would stay in the living room most of the time.

This place reminded me more of a tree house then a normal place to live.

Dough took the weird back bedroom and Jen and mike took the other room.

D would sometimes stay in the living room. I would sometimes stay over in the living room.

It was fun for a bit. It looked normal “in a way” and it was clean....Till one day we went into the backyard and wanted to explore the old shed and get rid of the wasp nest inside as well.

I took out my raid went in like a commando killing all the wasp being stung twice.

The backyard was weird. It had a hill and a well. Fl. is flat. In the shed was filled with old antique furniture and an old journal. I had to read my own diary at that time to remember all of this being this was years ago.

An old book caught my eyes. I picked it up and began to read.

It was normal in the start. It all started to unfold to the idea of worse quickly. Towards the end it got weird. It read “I know the truth of this place. They killed my husband in the yard. The Sheriff killed my husband in the yard! It was covered up. They say he is missing but he was killed. I have no one that will listen to me. I lost my baby and I tossed her down the well I did not want my mother to know I was with my husband’s child. It would be hard to remarry. I want to end my life. I can see my husband on this hill at night.." All the pages ripped out after. THIS FREAKED ME OUT!

Was this real? Is this fiction? This was written in the 1970’s. Power lead up to this shed and it had running water. This was at one time a fishing house. I could tell. I felt cold and horrified.

The journal was creepy and it was her descent into madness. I found many odd pictures with it. Some of the pictures where holiday parties others had weird distortions. The shed looked like it was a shack someone lived in it at one time.

This place was built here by fisherman it had looked like. This was an old part of town and places like this are common in this area. It was most likely a fisherman's house in the 50's.

Jen said this old stuff is very nice let’s take it back to the house!

We took the furniture back to the house. Then more weird things began to happen that day. The rocker that they brought down would rock itself and the TV would act weird. It would shut it self off or turn it self on.

It was making sentences turning on and off. It would break up what they where saying on TV. I heard from the TV : We are waiting. Come here.

I did not know it but next door was another friend from high school. He saw me and ran over. Hey how’s it going? It was nice to see my friend. He said what brings you here?

Oh we rented the duplex next to you. He was living in the run down giant house next door.

He Said. THAT HOUSE? The last person who lived there a long time was an old woman. Could never be rented right after. She fell in the living room hit the fireplace and died. They found her a week later after her cats where eating on her. Afterwards some people from Alabama moved in tore it up. They sort of went insane and left in the middle of the night.

That place has a history he said. What I asked? Not to worry he said I don’t want to talk about it.

I said do you want to join us for dinner. He said: I will pass. He turned sort of white and went into the old house next door. That house was weird to. It was grand at one time and now it was a huge wreck. You could see where bad handiwork had taken place on it.

That night we had spaghetti for dinner that I had made and I told what I found out about this place so far.

The hill that night was covered in moving fog like the night before but this time it was stronger.

The next day Mike went back to jail concerning unpaid tickets being turned in by the mayor himself. In hope that Jen would come home. It was not that I think he cared as much as this made him look bad. The next day the power was disconnected it was never explained why.

Jen quit school on the same day. The phone was never turned on.

They where all without any of the normal things people need to live. I suspect it was Jens fathers doing.

It was a sad solemn feeling I had.

I was filled with a great deal of angst. I spent money that I needed for nothing.

You could not get ahead no matter what you did. Things just kept going downward.

Jen said you know about ghost and stuff let’s have a séance!! I said no way! She begged and I caved in.

“Perhaps it’s the curse of Merlin to listen to pretty young women and there request.”

I have to get the house stable first. I said.

I and my shaman friend went to get what we needed.

I went back to my parents house got candles, hamburger, oil lamps and oil. We also got my parents ice chest. We also got a bottle of apple jack.

I looked though my mothers books found a way to break the nexus of the area.

Little did I know that was the worse thing I could do. I thought by opening a portal I could talk directly to what was there.

“I was right but some things you should not talk to.”

I found the stick I needed from the tree outside and began the spell. I said the words with force and all my angst behind it. I even added my own words. When I broke the stick I had shattered the reality that was there completely. I could feel it merge. I accidentally cut myself with a knife.

Blood was flowing out of me like a wine in a broken bottle. I said I might as well experiment with this I saved some of my blood in a cup. I am not going top cut myself again for a long while.

It was a hot night but cool inside. It was bone cold inside I watched the rocker go back and forth. I lit up the house and began to start the BBQ. The fire rose high and was bright blue. YOU COULD NOT COOK ON IT! When it went down after a half hour I made hamburgers on blue flame.

I took the board out of the fire place. It had a stain on it that was rust colored. It was a blood stain. Was it the woman who lived here before? I did not know.

I think the stain was hers. We sat right where her body had lain.

Now I was in my early 20’s I had never done anything like this in a horrible method before. I did work magick but not in this method. I was angry! I felt self destructive. Most of all I was ignorant and stupid.

I am not glorified in what I did. If anything I am rather ashamed about it.

I then next made an Ouija board with a dark blue magic marker and my blood with a que tip. I put every magick symbol I could think of on the other side of the board you could think of. I blessed it in tobacco from my cigar and breath being I had no incense. I was told by my shaman friend later that’s how you charge items you take into war.

I put the board to the side and had dinner by candle light calmly.

We then started the séance after I went around the duplex blessing it with some alcohol. I then commanded a magick circle with my shaman friend.

We where all at the board now waiting with a round glass on top no one had put there fingers on it yet and the glass almost had a hum to it. I, Jen, and the shaman sat there looking at the glass. We knew that we where not alone. I had felt almost manipulated to get to this point. The hall began to fill with fog.

The candle light started to turn blue and sit at top of the wick.

I felt something was coming forward something twisted…

Next part: The spirits come forward.