Venice Infected by the Paranormal

(Ouija continued)

Kurt had fallen through the floor and was now caught between the sharp, teeth-like plaster that had dried downward between the century old lath.  It was the wicked "ooze" I tell you - that drew us to this spot by the bewitching of the Ouija Board that we found ourselves At the Devil's Door... itself.

That "harmless" board game communicated with ancient Housebound spirits that now had Kurt trapped in the bowels of its dark clutches and the rest of my older brothers contemplated whether or not to leave him in the dark abyss to die. The demonic Ooze was everywhere. The Wolf Pack had been contaminated and I alone could smell the rotting stench of decaying flesh. Yes, we had opened a portal to the dark forces of the supernatural that had spilled out and filled the hippie hangout in the ivy cave in the backyard that my older brothers affectionately called Wall Drug.


Anyone who stepped in the slim carried that cancerous substance with them where ever they went. It might have infected the Lennons,  the Blasers and the Nargies by now.

It had infested the rundown shanty's of the Venice canals where the notorious Hell's Angels hung out.


It made its way down to Main Street and Westminster Avenue to a place everyone called "Heroin Park" where strung-out hippies went to get a fix and to sunbathe - sometimes with clothes on.


I was worried for Kurt's life. The Ooze we had released back in 1962 was powerful and I believe it was responsible for Kurt's near-death at Kings River The Tragic Death of Dooh-Dooh Pants ...my being Left Behind at Salton Sea Left Behind ....for the electrocutions - for the burials (click here) The Igloo of Death- for the smothering episodes, for the Templates, for the needle tipped arrows, for the mess in the backyard Trash Towers of Venice and for almost burning down the Lennon Sister's house Roswell and the UFO crash.  I think it had something to do with the invasion of the Detroit Convent and the spontaneous Exorcism The Naked kid and the Exorcism ...for the Possessed Whale A Whale of a Tail. AND, Oh...yeah it's all linked!  This Paranormal tool used to communicate with the dead was trying the kill us off one by one - We were The Marked Ones.  And now this evil presence was on it's fourth attempt to kill Kurt- and this time, the house was trying to swallow him whole.

I said a quick prayer - especially the part about "Deliver us from Evil" at the end of the "Our Father." Coincidentally that is when the Wolf Pack decided to pull him out of the pit rather then let him rot between the walls. The dry plaster made it like trying to pull him out of the mouth of a shark and no matter how hard they pulled the more the sharp brittle plaster tore into his skin. We were losing the battle - this was worse than the time we tried to pull Ulrich out of the monkey pit at the LA Zoo Dahlins at the Zoo.

REMEMBER - THIS IS ALL TRUE!

It appeared hopeless and seemed like the evil spirits were going to win this one. They had Kurt and were not about to give him up as easily as the time we let the 600 monkeys escape. Kurt's face was pressed up against a round metal object that turned out to be a knob to cabinet-sized doors of a hidden - never yet discovered secret room in this old house. Turning the small knob with mouth, he managed to crack open the ancient doors that led directly into pitch blackness. This was his only hope. This was his only escape. Inch by inch he fought against the plaster and wormed his way up - contorting his body like a worm. In he crawled into the blackness and was now like Jonah in the belly of the giant fish that had swallowed him.

Quickly, Tony scavenged the backyard bringing back an ax and began chopping a hole in the wall of the bedroom.  Pounding through old paneling and wallpaper and plaster he busted a opening into the space where Kurt was trapped. This was the forgotten room that we were lead to by the dark powers of the Ouija Board.

This hole was eventually turned into a loft that was now my bed (see picture to the left), and from the smell of black evil Ooze, I was positive that I slept in the very portal of the evil forces that had been released from the lake of fire itself.

And so, as I said before - I was happy to have this high advantage in this loft bed that offered me three sides of protection from the sinister night raids from the Wolf Pack, but was also very much afraid of the dark - for I knew what had been released. The Ooze was everywhere and I could smell it, so I was probably the only 8th grader in the entire world who prayed the "Our Father" every night and asked that God would give me a good "right hook" so that I could take out a couple members of the Wolf Pack whenever they attacked or land a well placed fist on Ulrich or any of the members of his angry little-men-crew from time to time.

              Sniff... "Pew, is that Ooze I smell on my shoe? I was infected!