The holidays where now heeded into full swing. I had a temporary Job and things seem more normal.

Supernatural things where still going on but paled in the reality of everything else.

While the others where out Jen was complaining about the mess the pets where making.

I knew for a fact that they where not responsible enough to have animals. I convinced her they had way to many pets. They where not responsible enough to have pets in anyway from there actions. We had gathered all the kittens and cats and dogs and took them to the humane society.

That was the only place there was to take animals to. My parents would not let me keep any. This building was in the shape of a giant Igloo. I don’t know why they went all Gotham with the building but I wish they would have made it look normal so that I would not have that memory. The igloo was off white and pealing it was made from bad ice I guess.

We took the animals inside this just got worse the woman behind the desk had stubble and mustache. I tried not to look at her. She had more facial hair then I could grow in month. She started to ask the names of the animals and we told her except two cats had two weird names. Two of the cats names where Fartfia and call 911. I did tell her the names and she looked at us like we where on crack. I felt bad and said: Would you please give them better names.

“I do admit it was funny to watch mike go into the front yard and yell Fartfia call 911!!”

She grumbled and we left out of there like a bat out of hell. 3 days latter I did see the kittens where sent to a pet store where they got proper homes so I know I did the right thing. Same good fate for the small dogs being it got them proper homes. If I did not send them out they would be dead right now I am sure. If I would have kept them and put an advertisement out Mike would have found out and would have taken the animals back. I suspect he wanted the animals out of a replacement of family psychologically.

Some people should not have pets and that group was one of them.

A few days later we all went out to dinner and Mike said: I wonder who stole our animals. I said: Maybe a bearded woman in a giant igloo got them. Jen kicked me under the table. I am not sure how we afforded dinner I suspect Mike was stealing from the Salvation Army pot. My not to people is when you give be careful. You can tell the good ones from the bad ones. The good ones would be ringing the bell and saying hello and being polite. I feel it’s all in character. When I would ring the bell I would try and look nice and greet people and be friendly. I am preachy by nature and had even gone as far to learn the history of the organization to answer people’s questions. Yet, Mike would do so half ass did not really care. Jen stopped after a week. I get after bell ringers today when I see them slack off from the experience I have had. They teach you how to do the job before you go out. If he was stealing I consider that a huge crime against society. I feel charity is very important in this world as many national disasters, fixed income elderly and children growing up sometimes in the homes of the fixed income elderly. I knew a woman around that time who was in her 70’s raising a twelve year old boy.

One day she could not take it anymore and was crying because she could not take it anymore. Her daughter was very mentally ill when she had her grandson from a rape. The mother may have never been in her right mind.

The mother at first was trying to raise the child and when she snapped she had chopped up a mouse and put it in mash potatoes and wanted him to eat it at the time. They where going to put him in foster care but the Grandmother took him so he would have family. I could relate because my parents are raising my niece. It’s more common then you think these days. Her bills where very bad and even if she was working this job she was trying to pay off medical bills and she was getting ready to lose her home if she did not use this money for bills. While I knew the Salvation Army would give this child some gifts. I felt he needed something more because other kids where making fun of him for being poor.

In those days my eyesight was better and I had gotten myself a Nintendo 64. It was something I wanted very badly. Even today, I think that sort of thing is still fun. I try and do what I can. “No one is going to tell me what I can and can’t do. Yet, I packed it up and gave it to her to give to him for the holidays. I wanted more for this child and Decided to give him something he would really want.

It is my theory that if a child never knows what it is to have something growing up he may not value himself or herself in life. This sacrifice was for the welfare of a child. I had presents for my family but nothing to show my work. It did not matter I know I did the right thing. I have people say to me you have very little yourself you can’t afford to do things like that! If I had prevented some suffering then it is worth it. Yes it takes me a long time to get anything and yes I have health issues but I survive. If I can’t see the TV I can hear it. If I can’t walk I will use my chair. I can survive. It’s not bad. I will most likely die this way but I can sleep at night. I don’t need the finer things in life to be happy. I will make do. When I had money in the past I have used it to restore antiques. I like fixing old things they make me happy. At this time I was far easier for me to do things. I am in decline now. I am typing this on a 48 size font. The screen is read to me by a program. Then I put in back into a normal size.

I am not worried about me. I have seen the evil in the world of man and that is far worse then any nightmare I could ever have. I have lived a full life I got my degrees, lived longer then I was told I would and I have friends and family. I am a very rich man in this way.

Jen had gotten food assistance from the government and had gotten food for some strange thanksgiving feast. None of them had families except the shaman, D and me. Even with” D” I would say it was a lose tie. My parents have been together over 50 years. I learned a lot by watching there relationship. They fought and had problems but where able to talk out there differences.

“I learned after the Wilmont story the sign of a good relationship is communication.

Before my fiancée past on from a drunk driver we would have conversations on just about everything. Friendship is as important then sexuality in a good relationship. When she passed she was with child. I sometimes wonder what the child would have been like. The driver was elderly man who drinking all day. He tried to drive away at the accident. I was in the car as well and left me some problems in my life. I was in a total of 3 car accidents in my life. None ever aided me. I forgave the man. What kind of sadness would you have to be in to be drinking all day? I was never driving in any of them. I have no def perception so I can’t drive.

After her passing I married my spiritual life because I had lymph node cancer that left me the ability not to have children. I took a whole bottle of pills after her death in attempt to end it all and woke the next day. When I woke up I could not help but laugh after a 20 hour nap. No one even noted I was gone. I could only think this is hell. I only wanted someone to tell me why. No one could. No one can even now. We live to live I think and we are own destiny in the motion of only understanding. After a time by the water side I buried what would have been my wedding band under the full moon. I choose a divine connection in my life of my personal dedication in a path of divine right to my Gods in rebirth to push forward. I had to die to be reborn and symbolically I did.

My niece Rachael has always been my child. After my parents got her I changed her dippers played with her taught her to speak and even saw her first steps. I was the only one that could hold her. The hardest thing I had to do was move away from my parents because I was very attached to her. I visit with her every week and she calls me on the phone. She is starting to become a teenager now. In so many years she will have her own children. One day I will just be a fading memory. All I can leave is words behind for descendants to read. I have a very in depth sorrow I try and let go and even when I do it returns like a faithful dog. We all have our own bag of rocks we carry around our neck. Everyone has something. Many are worse then me. I can only wish that they find happiness and freedom from pain.”

I think more and more that family may help us stay stable from the madness in the world. When we lose it our structure in life becomes less grounded. The aspects of life seem to attack one if you differ in this way.

You sink or you swim in this world. I think this is partly why the local Cops had thought us to be a gang on Wilmont Ave… In reality it sort of was. A gang is a set of people with no blood ties that come together for reasons of a common goal of survival in less desirable situations. Yet in some ways I am starting to think Society creates such things by providing only clan like outreach. None of them really had family that cared about them at all. They where children born but never really planned for what future they would have. Or even if desired I can only think the parents did not have the proper lifestyle to take care of kids after a set of twisted designs they had weaved into there lives. My heart cannot ponder the idea being it leads to madness.

Afterwards the house was not being up kept. The trash truck was no longer picking up there garbage. In this town you had to hire a company to pick up the garbage. It was not contracted by the city and in my thoughts this causes health problems. They where piling up the garbage in the yard!!! They where acting more like animals then people at this time. It was not normal. It was around this time there sense of humor became very dark. I had no idea if they where joking or not. The looks in there eyes was deranged to say the least. I don’t know what they became.

I began to distance myself.

My shaman friend said there is a great deal of spiritual damage here. At this time they picked up a social misfit who was a youth minister for one of the Baptist churches in the area. He was a high School night Janitor by trade. I found out he was removed from his position from the church for sexual deviancy.

Anyhow he had lost his Apt. and was homeless and being he was one of there role playing friends he moved in. He did not want to move in with his parents. He was in his 40’s. I understood but this guy was creepy to say the least. He was an ex alcoholic who was drinking again. I am more then sure he had a past.

He noted the things going on in the house so he decided to do an exorcism. I feel this man was not fit to do anything, more or less an exorcism. When he got to the backyard and on the hill a tree root tripped him and he got hurt badly ending his defrocked rite quickly. He was one of them now. The duplex was insulted and the land wanted revenge.

Everything was twisted dark and insane as it goes from this moment in the story.

I will never for the life of me understand what they did to follow in the last part.

I will never forgive the last chapter to follow and it will haunt me for as long as I live.

I will never look at the winter the same or enjoy the holidays as I did in my youth.

I will always remember the horror.

I was in shock for a year after. I can forgive almost anything but some things are so hideous you can’t forgive them. I know now where my threshold sits.

Next part: The horror that came to Christmas and a FBI new year.