By Hugh B. Cave
Crippled, not able to maneuver, Margal strikes you in its place, speaks for your brain, instructions you to behave. There aren't any doorways you could lock to maintain The Evil out, no limitations he can't breach. He calls to these he wishes, they usually needs to obey, simply as you want to obey. The Evil are usually not denied!
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You can use crystals or aura work to give people skin cancer. Don't laugh, but there are back-alley ways you can turn anything New Age into a killing tool. Your last week in massage school, they teach you never to work the transverse reflex zone at the heel of the foot. Never touch the arch of the left-foot dorsum. And especially not the outer-left-most aspect. But they don't tell you how come. This is the difference between therapists who work the light side versus the dark side of the industry.
After dinner, he goes to find the carrot and it's gone. All his dirty clothes, while he ate dinner, his mom grabbed them all to do laundry. No way could she not find the carrot, carefully shaped with a paring knife from her kitchen, still shiny with lube and stinky. This friend of mine, he waits months under a black cloud, waiting for his folks to confront him. And they never do. Ever. Even now he's grown up, that invisible carrot hangs over every Christmas dinner, every birthday party. Every Easter-egg hunt with his kids, his parents' grandkids, that ghost carrot is hovering over all of them.
Most of them in Florida. People just don't talk about it. Not even French people talk about EVERYTHING. Getting one knee up, getting one foot tucked under me, I get to half standing when I feel the tug against my butt. Getting my other foot under me, I kick off against the bottom. I'm kicking free, not touching the concrete, but not getting to the air, either. Still kicking water, thrashing with both arms, I'm maybe halfway to the surface but not going higher. The heartbeat inside my head getting loud and fast.
The Evil by Hugh B. Cave