"Whoa, what happened last night? Dude I've got scratches all over my arms. My face hurts."
"You were assaulted by some hairy thing. It reeked Dude, smelled like sulfur and s**t. I was scared, started prayin', threw the book at 'em, y'know, never prayed so hard!"
"Whadda ya mean, assaulted? I don't remember a thing, just some vague nightmare. Damn. That girl's screamin' must've affected me good. D'you think it was real. Musta been, 'cause of these scratches."
"Yeah, and yer face is jacked up, but good too. Here take a look."
Dan reached into his backpack, pulled out a plastic mirror and tossed it to his long time friend. "Ask the mirror who's the fairest now."
Robert looked into the shiny surface and shouted, echoes of his indignation filled the canyon walls below. Early morning birds were startled and flew skyward. "Dude my face is mangled. Bruised. Looks like something sucked my cheeks."
"You better run down to the creek and wash up. Soak yer face in the water, maybe get the swelling down."
Robert bolted out of his sleeping bag and ran to a sand bar at the water's edge.
"I'll get breakfast ready Bob, and after we grub, we're gonna go look for that girl."
"I don't know Man," objected Robert. "If the thing that attacked me last night is still out there . . . "
"It's out there, it's here, it's watchin' us, it's a spirit demon entity Bob. Makes no difference if it's broad daylight, midnight or Christmas. If it wants a piece of you, it's gonna attack."
"Whaddaya mean Dan, it's out there. I thought you said you threw the book at it, it took off? You said you prayed."
"Yeah I did. What made it leave was another entity. An angel. It was cool, really bright like the brightest white light like, y'know when yer welding and the ultraviolet light that you can't stare at but for a second or so. It was scarey and cool at the same time. The angel stabbed the hairy dude twice makin' it scream. Only then it let go."
"An' what happened to the angel?"
"It turned to look at me an' disappeared."
"So it's out there everywhere you said, all the time . . . whaddaya mean? I asked you already."
"Dude, I mean, an' you should know about it yerself. Some people believe in Trolls, witches, demons and stuff. Well, don't you? Have you ever read the book series from Carlos Casteneda, y' know, the guy who used peyote under the guidance of a shaman. He entered into the spirit realm and encountered all kinds of realities with demon freaks. It's a wonder he didn't lose his mind. Musta been 'cause he was an anthropologist, psychiatrist, y'know highly educated an clinical. Probably him an' Timothy Leary were friends."
"Anyway, I believe in ghosts, or spirits, an' that thing was an evil spirit, a demon. It wanted to enter yer body and possess you. Spirits inhabit our earth an' our atmosphere. All around us. Invisible. But angels do too."
"Okay. Yeah, I do believe in that kinda stuff. Never thought it wouldda happened to me in my sleep. Remember Ken in college. He complained about somethin' sittin' on his chest almost every night. Heavy and dark. Always at 3 a. m.?"
"Yeah I do. It's happened to me a few times. One time I even felt it's claws on me. It woke me up an' it was black except for its face. Its face was shiny but obscured by the brightness of it. Probably God's or my mind's protection from freakin' out at its ugliness. Prob'ly wouldda caused me to lose it."
"Yeah, an' you wouldda ended up in the G-ward like Jack, the dude that played with LSD, remember?"
"Yeah, I do. Anyway, don't worry too much Dan. I take my own advice when I get freaked out at night an' I feel the presence of these evil dudes. Sometimes I even hear 'em say s**t to me. Bad stuff. Evil thoughts. Scary. But I know God is real. His angels too. An' I just pray them away."
"Well, I'm scared to go to sleep tonight after what happened."
"Can't be a puss either though. C'mon, maybe now you'll read yer bible more and believe it instead of just carrying it like a good luck charm. An' maybe you'll listen to me next time I tell you to quit lyin' and cheatin' people."
"Well, yeah. I want you to read some scripture to me tonight. Before we go to sleep."
"Okay, I need it too. But right now we gotta get our stuff packed and cross the canyon. I think the Lord wants us to find out what happened to that girl last night and if she's still alive help her."
"Dude, I'm in. Maybe if I do a good deed, God will keep that thing off me tonight. Hey Bob, you believe in the Moth Man?"
"'Course I do. An' Slender Man, Yeti, La Llorana, that Mexican ghost y'know lookin' for her drowned kids, the ones she drowned herself. They're spirits. They like to visit us humans and harass us you know. Let's go."
"You were assaulted by some hairy thing. It reeked Dude, smelled like sulfur and s**t. I was scared, started prayin', threw the book at 'em, y'know, never prayed so hard!"
"Whadda ya mean, assaulted? I don't remember a thing, just some vague nightmare. Damn. That girl's screamin' must've affected me good. D'you think it was real. Musta been, 'cause of these scratches."
"Yeah, and yer face is jacked up, but good too. Here take a look."
Dan reached into his backpack, pulled out a plastic mirror and tossed it to his long time friend. "Ask the mirror who's the fairest now."
Robert looked into the shiny surface and shouted, echoes of his indignation filled the canyon walls below. Early morning birds were startled and flew skyward. "Dude my face is mangled. Bruised. Looks like something sucked my cheeks."
"You better run down to the creek and wash up. Soak yer face in the water, maybe get the swelling down."
Robert bolted out of his sleeping bag and ran to a sand bar at the water's edge.
"I'll get breakfast ready Bob, and after we grub, we're gonna go look for that girl."
"I don't know Man," objected Robert. "If the thing that attacked me last night is still out there . . . "
"It's out there, it's here, it's watchin' us, it's a spirit demon entity Bob. Makes no difference if it's broad daylight, midnight or Christmas. If it wants a piece of you, it's gonna attack."
"Whaddaya mean Dan, it's out there. I thought you said you threw the book at it, it took off? You said you prayed."
"Yeah I did. What made it leave was another entity. An angel. It was cool, really bright like the brightest white light like, y'know when yer welding and the ultraviolet light that you can't stare at but for a second or so. It was scarey and cool at the same time. The angel stabbed the hairy dude twice makin' it scream. Only then it let go."
"An' what happened to the angel?"
"It turned to look at me an' disappeared."
"So it's out there everywhere you said, all the time . . . whaddaya mean? I asked you already."
"Dude, I mean, an' you should know about it yerself. Some people believe in Trolls, witches, demons and stuff. Well, don't you? Have you ever read the book series from Carlos Casteneda, y' know, the guy who used peyote under the guidance of a shaman. He entered into the spirit realm and encountered all kinds of realities with demon freaks. It's a wonder he didn't lose his mind. Musta been 'cause he was an anthropologist, psychiatrist, y'know highly educated an clinical. Probably him an' Timothy Leary were friends."
"Anyway, I believe in ghosts, or spirits, an' that thing was an evil spirit, a demon. It wanted to enter yer body and possess you. Spirits inhabit our earth an' our atmosphere. All around us. Invisible. But angels do too."
"Okay. Yeah, I do believe in that kinda stuff. Never thought it wouldda happened to me in my sleep. Remember Ken in college. He complained about somethin' sittin' on his chest almost every night. Heavy and dark. Always at 3 a. m.?"
"Yeah I do. It's happened to me a few times. One time I even felt it's claws on me. It woke me up an' it was black except for its face. Its face was shiny but obscured by the brightness of it. Probably God's or my mind's protection from freakin' out at its ugliness. Prob'ly wouldda caused me to lose it."
"Yeah, an' you wouldda ended up in the G-ward like Jack, the dude that played with LSD, remember?"
"Yeah, I do. Anyway, don't worry too much Dan. I take my own advice when I get freaked out at night an' I feel the presence of these evil dudes. Sometimes I even hear 'em say s**t to me. Bad stuff. Evil thoughts. Scary. But I know God is real. His angels too. An' I just pray them away."
"Well, I'm scared to go to sleep tonight after what happened."
"Can't be a puss either though. C'mon, maybe now you'll read yer bible more and believe it instead of just carrying it like a good luck charm. An' maybe you'll listen to me next time I tell you to quit lyin' and cheatin' people."
"Well, yeah. I want you to read some scripture to me tonight. Before we go to sleep."
"Okay, I need it too. But right now we gotta get our stuff packed and cross the canyon. I think the Lord wants us to find out what happened to that girl last night and if she's still alive help her."
"Dude, I'm in. Maybe if I do a good deed, God will keep that thing off me tonight. Hey Bob, you believe in the Moth Man?"
"'Course I do. An' Slender Man, Yeti, La Llorana, that Mexican ghost y'know lookin' for her drowned kids, the ones she drowned herself. They're spirits. They like to visit us humans and harass us you know. Let's go."
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