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“THERE IS A DARKNESS Peer through the rippling, thinning veil into that darkness" By Sponsor John Lawless Confessing she was a witch my very best friend, whom I hadn’t seen for many years, Contacted me again after nearly four years begging me to meet her. She was in tears. She insisted our meeting place be by the black rock on the other side of the lagoon. Its only accessible by foot. It was dark when I arrived, she messaged “be there soon.” Ebony shadows fall across the ground and I experience a chill as I hear vile screaming. Fear fills my form as I begin to tremble, taking wider strides, wishing I was dreaming. Billowing black clouds hover overhead, block the moonlight and swallow the shadows. I’m now rendered sightless as complete darkness hides foliage ahead all trees and aloes. Screams are replaced by a cackle that draws ever nearer, my fear turns to dread. Stumbling though the dark abys blind to see anything that may lay in wait ahead. Two bright red lights appear to me, and as I approach I see they are bloodshot eyes. Trying to stay calm, its impossible as I shake and quiver the danger I realize. I know right now I have to escape, get out of this place. Staring at me, I try to flee. I feel a cold hand clutch my shoulder, I see its face. Its satanic features make me quiver in fear. What have we here? A mortal I see ! The creature isn't human it has a foreboding sinister look , the devil it must be. A soft light shines to where a woman stands clad only in a gossamer sheer gown. She is shackled and held by two grotesque creatures. They now push her down. The grip of the cold hand grows stronger and it places a hand around my neck. I fumble for my phone but its out of charge. No charge left not even a speck. My eyes grow more used to the dark I see dozens of zombie like figures appearing. The woman is my friend, she calls for my help, but I am frozen and totally fearing. They have chosen you for a sacrifice she calls to me in a terrified tone. They will drink your blood because Satan has just now chosen you for his own. My body is weak I cannot speak never have I felt such fear, in this pit of decay. Suddenly they all pull off their masks, with great gusto call to me Happy Birthday.!!

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