Giving Light to Darkness and even shadows will Die.

“Shadows will die.” “Shadows will die.” Repeated, repeated, repeating to my conscious mind. Back. Bring it back to logic. Every logical mind deduces that ghost and the like are not real. Came out on my front porch to lite(light) my cigarette on the last departing flame of the ‘Black List Candle.’ According to the directions if the user lights his/her smoke by the last of the flame the apparitions will make their selves known; and if the caster has not sacrificed to the deities  (paid their compensation for use of their powers) they will come back for payment.

            As the flame went out and I exhaled the smoke they, indeed, let their presence be known. Coming as shadows that are absent of the figurines. There are 13 of them. 13 for those I had blacklisted (wished harm to).

            The electricity of the whole city went out and their source of light is by the moon. They followed me inside. It’s unfathomable that shadows could walk through walls and doors, but that is what they did. No matter how dark it is there’s light inside the house. Therefore, the shadows are unstoppable. They surround me, a closing sphere, staring and just waiting.

            I suppose, at this point, when you’re about to die you see flash backs of your whole life. Not me, I’m playing in my mind how this ordeal started and what happened. My only logic’s are to explore the scenes, probing for clues to stop this-

                                                                                                                  On Bill Street, in Memphis Tennessee, within seeing distance of the outsides of B.B. King’s joint, there’s a store (Mojo Magi ck-or something like that it’s titled. As you enter the inside the back wall catches your eyes. It’s decorated with celebrity photographs personally autographed for sale. One is Stevie Ray Vaughn. He’s the first that I heard of who used to play his guitar until he had to glue his finger tips back on with super glue, then he’d play some more. Then there’s the cabinets with relics-candles, herbs, incense and instrumental new age c.d.’s. Toward the left, enclosed in a cubicle are Celtic decorated skulls, phallus shaped structures of marble, Jesus prayer candles and etcetra etcetra; one can find the 8 inch high cylinder glass encased black candle decorated with skeletons, interpretations of hell and a list of

                        13 blank lines with directions inscribed in Old English of how to get even with your adversaries. It cost, COINCIDENTALLY(I Should HOPE), six dollars and sixty six cents. Of course you don’t notice the omniscience in the form of the sky falling. Before it does perhaps God touches the transformer (lightning strikes the transformer leaving Memphis in a black out. Briefly. You don’t take the time to notice the deafening of death approaching. This is when the 13 gather in a mass entity waiting at the gate of their dimension. Waiting for you to state the spell to give them power in God’s beautiful world.