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!

Halloween and the Ouija Board pt 2

(Continued from last post) Seeing that it is Halloween and that we had unleashed the evil forces of the dark spiritual world upon Venice... it is only reasonable that I tell of that spooky and TRUE - Yes...True Story of the infamously creepy event of the Ouija Board of 1965.

It was as if dark tar or slow creeping molasses had begun to flow from portal we had opened earlier with the séances that we had carelessly dabbled with back in 1962. The evil substance was like a sticky sludge that stuck to the bottom the shoes of whoever happened to step in the thick wicked slim. It was infectious and I could smell when it began to take over someone's body like an odoriferous cancer.

Adults could neither see the the gooey slim or smell the rotten stench.   But, it was here and it was in our house.

I think it was one of the reasons that I threw up so much...evil deeds seemed to have the stench of rotting flesh that I become very sensitive to.

Being buried in pits  (Click here) Pit of Despair
Given templates   Chewbacca and the template of doom
or stuck in the hamper of death...  Hamper to Valhalla it all smelled!      "Mean" things, smelled.

Our house...like the fraternity house at the corner, the McClain's house and the Lennon Sister's house on the other end of the street were all originally two story homes built at the turn of the last century with giant attics.  Our house at 925 Harding had an attic on top of the attic and in order to make the most use for all of the kids - those attics were converted into third story bedrooms...we had 4 bedrooms on our third floor.















The older boys had returned from "trick or trick"... no I didn't get that wrong... I did not mean to say "Trick or Treat" with my brothers and that cancerous slim that had attached itself to their skin made them torment, prank or trick regardless if given candy or not -  you know the "flaming dooh-dooh bag" and stuff like that.

Well after coming back with the plunder of tormenting all of Venice, they decided to pull out the Ouija Board - after all they reasoned, it the Devil's birthday.

Turning off lights and making the house as scary as possible they begged the oft-used board to reveal to them a hidden secret. I could smell the beast and they did not let me near the board, because I kept gagging and heaving my guts up... after getting thumped on the head a couple times, I stood out of arms reach and watched from a safe distance.

The creepy board had the 5 older boys crammed around it and the pointer-thingy-ma-bobby... slid violently in the direction of the dining room from where we began in the Living room.

Chaos broke out among the boys - accusing each other of pushing the pointer-thing and a small fist fight ensued and eventually order was restored to the normal state of controlled chaos.  Again Wolf Pack lightly placed finger tips on the triangle-shaped-thingy-ma-gigger and this time it jerked to the right - towards the brown stairs just past the 50 pound sack of powered milk. Powered Milk Wars

Again, blaming broke out that turned into a wrestling match with the corresponding protest of innocence as fear settled the boys with the awful realization that just maybe - this thing was really in charge.  Goosebumps!

Up they went! One flight of stairs... yells and accusations and blaming and angry denials and wham went the pointy-thing... up another set of stairs to the third floor they went and I followed. It took them in a 360 turn and pointed to the junk-filled room that overlooked Edna's house (the grouch who lived directly next door).

I'll bet Tommy Blaser was not at home throwing up because he had smelled the stench of death and that Jeffery Lennon had not had to experience the spin-tingling sensation of being in the presence of evil and certainly Joey or Kippy Lennon did not have to live with the oozing tar like evil - You see, they were normal and were probably at home with the lights on counting up the sweet plunder of "trick or treating" and swapping candy with siblings like regular people do.  If I had to guess, I'd say the Lennons were gathered in the family room strumming a guitar and singing "Kumbaya my Lord"    

That's my guess!



But not us... We were at home fighting and under the spell of this contraption that led all of us to a third floor bedroom that was full of junk.

It was dark and it was scary and I did not let the older boys know that I had tears in my eyes and I think one of them had wet their pants again...But no fighting this time - they were too scared!

Everyone had goosebumps and no one dared set foot in the uninviting blackness until the the bravest one pushed Kurt into the room. THIS IS WHEN THINGS GOT CRAZY! We heard a crack... and frantic cries for help as Kurt disappeared and then muffled screams as if he had fallen into an abyss.  He had been eaten by the room. The older boys screamed and jumped up and down and swung wildly in the air as if defending themselves from an invisible attacker.

Kurt was gone. They would have to explain to mom and dad how they had either murdered their brother or try to explain how the house had swallowed him.

Then the faint cry. Kurt had indeed been swallowed, like Jonah who been trapped in the belly of a great fish. Sharp teeth tore his shirt and clawed the sides of his body as he was helplessly wedged in the black darkness of the secret hole stuck between walls a floor below.

This was the Devil's portal that the Ouija Board had led us to and Kurt was now stuck in it.

I ran down a flight of stairs and threw up in the toilet while the boys fought over whether to rescue him or let him die and discussed how they could cover up the evidence.

The ooze was creeping and I could smell the stench of death.

(Sorry - but kids are knocking on my door asking for candy so I'll have to finish this dark TRUE Story of the The Black Abyss of Death next time...)

If you don't believe me - Find someone in my family as ask!

Stay safe!