posted on Mar, 24 2005 @ 10:44 AM
...seeked out a coven of latter-day Wiccans and hired them for an old-style Druid calling up of the ghosts. They wanted to ask a spirit guide about
the whys, wherefores and howcomes of burning cats. In hindsight one can say that they ought to have known better. Things got way, way out of hand.
They were taken on a rough ride.
A transcription of the fateful session follows.
Q./ Could you please shed some light on this?
A./ Hardly. I am darkness upon darkness upon darkness. I am Chaos in the pure crystallized form (levorotatory). I am the dogbane, the bitter-root of
unfulfilled expectations, and I love the taste.
Q./ Who are YOU? You don't sound familiar.
A./ Familiarity breeds contention.
Q./ Identify yourself.
A./ I am the one and only Lucifern.
Q./ How Colonial!
A./ Salem was my kind of show, honey. I was there.
A smoky stench filled the place. Then everybody felt sick and started vomiting on the rug. Two people were dragged across the room and pushed out
through the window. These were the fortunate ones, it being a second floor, since they fell on a thick mushy lawn.
The others were found beheaded and impaled, their entrails scattered about and stuffed into the icebox...