• I don't know if any of you remember me talking about the one night when I went with my friends.... How about I recap for you? Warning to those who are weak of soul and heart, this should not be read out loud, trust me, if you do not want nightmares, then stop reading now. If you are brave then go ahead, try to relive the night like I do in my nightmares one step at a time....

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    My friends and I went to this place in Northern KY in Ft Wright, its a place nicknamed Junk Art. Junk Art is where you take everyday things that can be broken or otherwise and use them in a sculpture to make new age art. It was 11 p.m. and there were no street lights because its on private property (my friend Ralph got permission from the owner's son). Its a long driveway downhill and as you walk it you run into a intersection of sorts leading to different paths. At the fork there were two sculptures that you just have to pay attention to.

    One, was a sculpture of the Lady of Hope. I've tried looking it up online to explain where she comes from but alas only dead ends. The only reason I knew who the soapstone maiden with the deer antlers was, was because my mother told me long ago who she is. But over the years I have not kept up with Cherokee culture like I should. When I saw the statue I felt peace amongst the chaos that was surrounding me, but when I gazed at the tree I felt a twinge of evil on my tongue like a metallic taste. It was a sturdy rhubarb tree with animal skulls of every shape and size on its branches. I would find out later that a man had fallen on one of the branches and skewered himself causing his own death.

    As we continued walking my feeling of unease became worse like a heavy weight on my shoulders and chest. We came to a abandoned train car that had been vandalized, Ralph informed us while we were standing in front of it that police had "rumor had it" found a body inside, I can't remember what gender he had said but I don't want to dwell on that too long. On with my story. We moved on from that to a sharp incline downhill where we found a cliff that looked over a rock bed of a creek.

    Mind you we only had one flashlight amongst three people, not exactly your safest tour, one slip and one of us would have broken something and no one but the three of us would know where we were. Scary right? I haven't even begun. Knowing it wasn't safe to stay in that area in case we did trip we backtracked. Coming back to the gravel intersection we went to the right and crossed this awkward straight two foot wide line of lush green grass, tall enough to reach mid calf.

    We followed the trail until it lead to a large tent-like hut with bicycles on it (literally). It had no aura to it, it felt neutral, but there were two small shacks on either side of it. We decided to investigate them later so we went up these makeshift steps made from slats of stone. My female friend (whom has asked to remain unknown) followed behind me, and something kept tugging at my insides telling me she was not to be behind me, and that I should keep an eye on her. All of a sudden she lurched toward my back like she was falling. She had told me at that second that she had simply stumbled, but later she told me something different. She had confessed that she had seen something out of the corner of her eye that was almost the size of a dog coming straight toward us wanting to come between us. She explained that it didn't really have a form but it was more like a cloud of some kind, she couldn't really accurately describe it.

    But after our encounter we came to a pond, that is when the feeling of being watched became intense. Its like when you know someone is watching and you turn around and you come gaze to gaze with them. It was stronger than that, it was like someone's breath was upon my neck and cheek looking over my shoulder. I was frantically looking around without meaning to, thats when I noticed it. There was a small house about give or take 7 yards away and there was a light in the window. I looked at Ralph, "Who lives there?" I asked him nervously. "I don't know really. Sorry." He looked in the direction I was looking in, at the woods to our right. "What is it?" They both asked me, and I didn't know what to say... Should have told them I felt eyes I guess.

    We decided to press on ahead, so we neared the first shack. Ralph, trying to ease the tension tried to joke. Bad idea on his part. "They say the owner likes to sneak into this house and tries to scare people through that window." He pointed at it, but I didn't linger on it. I was too spooked, I'm just too psychically sensitive. So we skipped that shack since it was locked, and entered what I considered hell on earth. This shack had no door, just a doorway. Entering this place felt like hitting a brick wall, as I tried to enter through the doorway I felt like I was walking through a psychic brick wall. Everything felt warm, I refused to touch anything, it felt dirty, unclean. I didn't have to hear Ralph or my female friend tell me what was on the window, I already knew the moment I walked through the doorway.

    On the window to my left, about North-east of my body was a site that filled me with panic, dread, and fear all in one swoop. It was a upside-down pentagram, satanism to be blunt. The air felt heavy and warm as if it were almost palpable, I felt evil and nothing but it. I rushed out of the shack and turned my back to it like I was being pushed. It felt like a force was telling me to keep watch over the others that there was something worse out there than in the little house. I called to the others, "Guys we need to leave. NOW." I didn't speak above what you would hear in a library, for to speak in the midst of something evil, especially about it, is to give it power.

    I told them a smidge of what I had felt, "We need to leave, there is something not right here." My friend Ralph tried to explain how he felt but I shut him off. "Do not speak of it until we have reached the car." He understood and we took off toward the car which was a good several yards away. We could not run for fear of being stabbed by the sharp objects lying around, so we walked as fast as possible. As we were leaving, I felt the need to call upon my goddess for a blessing, but something almost physical placed a hand over my mouth and I almost choked on the blessing.

    Something told me that if I were to do that, unimaginable, terrible things would take place. I knew in my heart it was right so I kept quiet. When we hit the main road we felt some panic leave us, but not for long, the place was to our right and I saw movement out of the corner of my eye. "Ralph use your flashlight and shine it right over there." I pointed to the area I had indicated, it was only a bush but apparently the other two, Ralph and my female companion, had felt the urge to look also.

    This time we ran to the car, and as soon as we were in we locked it.

    Turning toward my friends I looked them in the eyes and we dicussed what had gone on between our way from the car to returning to the car afterward. "Ralph start driving toward the interstate and then we shall go in depth with what has just happened." He locked eyes with me, and he must have realized that even though I sounded calm, my insides were churning.

    As we entered the interstate Ralph went into the story and history of the place. He had told us ahead of time that these were rumors but some were also true. Remember, every rumor has some shred of truth to it. Apparently on the locked shed there were two symbols, one was four tally marks that had symbolized the four bodies that had been found on the grounds. The second was three 'S's that symbolized that three of the bodies had been 'Slaughtered' by a murderer. The fourth body that had been found was that of the man on the rhubarb tree, who in his drunken stupor, had tried to retrieve one of the animal skulls. Slipping, he fell down the tree onto one of the sturdy branches, with the tip petruding from his chest.

    My friend then proceded to tell us about the previous owner, I would tell you his tale, but If I get anymore gruesome, Gaia will probably delete this.

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    When I got home the first thing I did was contact my uncle, who knows alot in this area.

    Now, my uncle is not the brightest when it comes to some things, he dabbled a long time ago with satanism and black magick, and trust me his sanity paid the piper for it. When I told him the place he grew quiet and made me promise over and over never to go back. My uncle feared for me, and he never ever shows that kind of affection, so this was serious. He had said he had been there a couple of times and that it was quote on quote "Some serious wicked crap going on there".

    He promised me that he was going to try and find a spell to help with the what-nots of the place and to maybe calm what was going on. He advised me to pray, to pray with all my heart to my goddess, to try and find some comfort in my pentacle and herbs.

    The main rule you should always know and follow in magick is this:

    "To believe in something is to give it essence and to give it power"

    When dealing with things that you fear, try to not believe in it, it may not go away but do not ever give it the satisfaction of your fear, it will feed off of it like fine wine. Your panic is its matre de, its main course, panic can last for hours or days. Never give someone or something that satisfaction of knowing your afraid. Fear does not make you weak, but to reveal it is to admit defeat. Don't let it happen.