Thorns, True Tales Of The Weird
About this title: This is my world. It is full of ghosts, demons, bizarre anomalies and impossible survivals. It is a place that most people never see or only get a fleeting glimpse of. I have been immersed into this darkness for most of my life. Everything in this book is real. It happened to me and to those around me. My name is Raymond Towers and these are my True Tales Of The Weird. Rating: HIGH controversy.
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An excerpt:
The Devil Cat
It was only after I turned 15 or 16, that my overprotective mother finally relented and started letting me out of the house. (I did not learn how to ride a bike until I was 16.) An older, divorced man whom my mother and grandmother met divulged that he had a teenage son who did not have any friends in the neighborhood. All three of these adults decided to have me, my brother, and this kid from down the block meet. His name was Jesus Cesena. We called him Chuey, or Chewy, after the Star Wars character Chewbacca. Chewy ended up becoming one of my best friends too.
Eventually, my mother started trusting my brother and I enough to let us walk down the block to Chewy's house, all by ourselves! We'd go over there several times a week and hang out with him. As we met more kids from the neighborhood, they'd start hanging out with us, too. Sometimes we'd spend the afternoon, evening, and part of the night just sitting outside of Chewy's half of a duplex. Our favorite topics were customized lowrider cars, action movies, of course girls and… Ghosts.
Some people say that if you talk about ghosts and demons long enough, they'll come by and listen in on the conversation. As it happened, we were telling ghost stories one night, and they were scary enough that we were all giving each other the shivers. There were four of us that night, me, my brother, Chewy, and another friend, Felipe. When we called it quits, Chewy simply said bye and went on inside. The rest of us were walking down the street to our houses. It was a distance of about a block and a half.
About a third of the way home, we heard a cat howling behind us, and we turned back to look at it. The cat was black and it was mewling as if it was in heat, but it also sounded angry. We kept walking, and the cat followed us. We tried to discourage the cat by screaming at it. I think one of us may have thrown a rock or something at it, but the cat simply backed up a few feet and stood its ground. We started walking at a faster pace and the cat began loping after us. We got spooked and ran, and the cat ran after us, too.
We reached the house, and because we didn’t have a key, we started calling out for my grandmother to open the door for us. When she opened the door, me, my brother and Felipe hurried inside. The black cat kept screeching and howling. It came right up the porch steps and with its claws it climbed up onto the security door. It stopped about halfway up the door.
My grandmother became as frightened as the rest of us. She demanded to know what we'd been up to, and what kind of deviltry we'd been doing. My grandmother bustled into the kitchen and retrieved the broom, and she began battering at the front door in order to scare the cat away. The cat didn't seem bothered by the clamor of the broom striking the door. I recall that it took several minutes before it finally climbed down on its own and left the porch, while still making loud noises the entire time. I think that Felipe's father had to come over and get Felipe, because he was too scared to leave the house and we were too scared to escort him home.
That wasn't all that took place in this location. I also had some very bizarre nightmares, what I think was my first and only out of body experience, and a misguided attempt to call a demon named Bloody Mary, which turned out into a harrowing night were I was being pursued by, of all things, a Wolfman. There were some other crazy things that took place in this location as well.
The Devil Cat
It was only after I turned 15 or 16, that my overprotective mother finally relented and started letting me out of the house. (I did not learn how to ride a bike until I was 16.) An older, divorced man whom my mother and grandmother met divulged that he had a teenage son who did not have any friends in the neighborhood. All three of these adults decided to have me, my brother, and this kid from down the block meet. His name was Jesus Cesena. We called him Chuey, or Chewy, after the Star Wars character Chewbacca. Chewy ended up becoming one of my best friends too.
Eventually, my mother started trusting my brother and I enough to let us walk down the block to Chewy's house, all by ourselves! We'd go over there several times a week and hang out with him. As we met more kids from the neighborhood, they'd start hanging out with us, too. Sometimes we'd spend the afternoon, evening, and part of the night just sitting outside of Chewy's half of a duplex. Our favorite topics were customized lowrider cars, action movies, of course girls and… Ghosts.
Some people say that if you talk about ghosts and demons long enough, they'll come by and listen in on the conversation. As it happened, we were telling ghost stories one night, and they were scary enough that we were all giving each other the shivers. There were four of us that night, me, my brother, Chewy, and another friend, Felipe. When we called it quits, Chewy simply said bye and went on inside. The rest of us were walking down the street to our houses. It was a distance of about a block and a half.
About a third of the way home, we heard a cat howling behind us, and we turned back to look at it. The cat was black and it was mewling as if it was in heat, but it also sounded angry. We kept walking, and the cat followed us. We tried to discourage the cat by screaming at it. I think one of us may have thrown a rock or something at it, but the cat simply backed up a few feet and stood its ground. We started walking at a faster pace and the cat began loping after us. We got spooked and ran, and the cat ran after us, too.
We reached the house, and because we didn’t have a key, we started calling out for my grandmother to open the door for us. When she opened the door, me, my brother and Felipe hurried inside. The black cat kept screeching and howling. It came right up the porch steps and with its claws it climbed up onto the security door. It stopped about halfway up the door.
My grandmother became as frightened as the rest of us. She demanded to know what we'd been up to, and what kind of deviltry we'd been doing. My grandmother bustled into the kitchen and retrieved the broom, and she began battering at the front door in order to scare the cat away. The cat didn't seem bothered by the clamor of the broom striking the door. I recall that it took several minutes before it finally climbed down on its own and left the porch, while still making loud noises the entire time. I think that Felipe's father had to come over and get Felipe, because he was too scared to leave the house and we were too scared to escort him home.
That wasn't all that took place in this location. I also had some very bizarre nightmares, what I think was my first and only out of body experience, and a misguided attempt to call a demon named Bloody Mary, which turned out into a harrowing night were I was being pursued by, of all things, a Wolfman. There were some other crazy things that took place in this location as well.
