THE EVIL THAT IS. (TRUE STORY)

This story was told to me by one of the people who witnessed it. It may sound far-fetched, but I saw his face and it was the truth.

Chris and Donald had always been pretty good friends. Chris had a girlfriend for about a year and was still having problems, because she wanted to wait until they were at least enganged before they consumated their relationship. Chris didn't want to wait that long and was running out of ideas.

A friend of his suggested casting a spell, the friend was into witchcraft and black magic and even loaned Chris a book by Richard Cavendish. The spell involved a blood sacrifice, but I didn't want those specifics, so I passed on that part of the story. I'm telling the story as is was told to me by Donald, who was literally shaking like a leaf when he related it to me. I'm shaking like a leaf while I write it, since mere hours have elapsed and I wanted to write it while I had all the details fresh, but it isn't easy.

Chris and Donald studied the spell and tried to memorize the incantation. They planned to try the spell on Chris's girlfriend the next night, when her mother would be away at work. It was that night they supposedly obtained the blood, how, I refused to hear. Things were set for the next night and Donald noted that Chris was very excited, but the whole thing, according to Donald, left a bad taste in his mouth. It made him nervous just to mention Satan, let alone call on him.

Nervous, Donald called the friend who had loaned them the book and told him that Chris was very serious and he was going to back out. The friend explained that probably nothing would happen and if it did that Donald should pray out loud to God. Donald's curiosity got the best of him, so the next day at the arranged time, they met and walked the short walk to Chris's girlfriend's house.

Book in hand, Chris entered and greeted his girlfriend with a kiss. They sat down in the living room and shared a joint to relax themselves and open their minds. Chris explained to his girlfriend what he was planning and mad it sound like it was a lark and they would do it just for laughs. Kelly, pretty stoned by this time agreed and went in search of candles.

By the time Kelly had lit the candles and place them strategically where Chris could read the book by the candlelight only. They sat on the floor in a circle and Chris handed Kelly a handkerchief that had been dipped in the blood from the night before. The lights were doused and all three sat on the floor, bathed in the candlelight. According to Donald, Chris opened the book at this point and that's when the atmosphere in the room changed. He said it was nothing he could really verbalize, but that something seemed wrong and he thought Kelly sensed it, too.

Chris began the incantation and as he did his voice bacme lower and more menacing. Donald said that he swore it wasn't even Chris anymore. Halfway through the incantation now, Kelly, apparently helpless to stop, began removing her blouse. A look of horror filled her eyes, but she kept undressing. She looked at Donald and ask him to please help her. Donald tried to get Chris to stop, but he was oblivious to his pleas and kept chanting, Donald said at this point Chris didn't even look like himself and he was no longer reading from the book.

Donald began to pray "The Lord's Prayer", softly at first and then louder. He said he was trying to drown out Chris's voice. Chris stopped chanting and shot a murderous look at Donald. This apparently broke the spell and Kelly put her blouse back on. Chris laughed and both Donald and Kelly told me it was not him laughing. He taunted Donald. Challenged him. Challenged God to come forth and stop him from finishing.

Kelly stood up and turned on the lights. She screamed at Chris to get out of the house, or she would phone the police. Whatever had it's hold on Chris was gone and he meekly left with a mumbled apology, but Kelly asked Donald to stay until her mother came home, to which Donald agreed. He told me that she cried the entire time he was there and that Chris called several times, but she refused to speak, just picking up the phone and placing it right back in the carrier.

A few days have passd and Donald will not speak to Chris. Kelly, too refuses his calls. Donald says he hasn't had a night's sleep since that day and wonders if he ever will. He prays nightly, which he says gives him some comfort, but wonders if he will ever be at peace again after what he's seen.

Do I believe him? I saw his face and watched his hands shake uncontrollably. Yes I do. I hope this will be the end of the story, but...........

Grey Soul