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Absolute Proof of The Supernatural *DO NOT READ*

I’m in the process of moving right now which is why I haven’t updated lately. I’ve been digging through some stuff I haven’t seen in years. I literally have boxes upon boxes of crap and swag from comic conventions I’ve done over the years.

Normally I hated doing convention sketches because conventions were stressful enough and I was most likely hungover from the night before. Sometimes however a True Believer could coax artwork out of me by bartering offbeat stuff for a sketch of mine. For instance, one time I got a cool Tarot card which a guy said captured my personality. It’s a load of crap I know but it worked, probably because of the aforementioned¬†hangover.

At a convention in Charlotte N.C. a strange little guy sheepishly handed me an illustrated manuscript of about thirty pages. It was printed on a tan parchment like paper and had no hard stock card cover yet it was obviously professionally printed. There was no indicia with copyright or printing information on the inside or back pages. As an illustrator I always check the bottom of anything with illustrations to see who contributed. There was no identification on it whatsoever. It was quite¬†exquisite! I’d say at the time it was about twenty years old or so.

I felt unnaturally drawn to it so I asked him what he wanted for it. He said he said he wanted a sketch of a naked girl surrounded by fairies. So I compromised and drew him a naked fairy instead. I don’t know if I was lazy and just wanted to draw one figure or that I was a little creeped out by him. He accepted his sketch and handed me the manuscript. I tucked it away in my portfolio and forgot about it until later that night at the Hotel.

I came across the manuscript late that night and started pouring through it. Most of the writing was in an old english font. There were drawings of strange pentagrams with stranger symbols illuminating the entire manuscript. A looming feeling of dread began to well up inside me. Weird drawings of copulating demons and painful rituals jumped off the pages. “Holy shit! This is the real deal” I thought to myself. This was an actual Satanic grimoire. An actual fucking spell book! The Catholic boy in me shit a pickle! There are mystical overtones in my comics so the researcher in me pushed on to see if there was something I could use in it. I read what I could of it but most of it was in a strange Latin-like language.

Finally the fear of the knowledge I was acquiring overcame me and I threw the manuscript into the waste basket by the bathroom. At this point I was scared out of my mind and I didn’t want anything to do with the manuscript anymore. I just wanted it gone. I would figure out what to do with it in the morning. I turned off the lights and went to sleep.

I woke up to a loud noise and fumbled to put on my glasses. The constant drone of the hotel Air conditioner was omnipresent yet the room seemed much colder than it should be. I looked towards the bathroom and to my horror I watched as the manuscript rose slowly out of the waste basket and dropped onto the desk beside it. Since I was in a Hotel for a convention my camera was out and next to my bed. It was before digital cameras so I only had my old Chinon Single Lens Reflex camera from college (which I still have) and took a shot on film. I aimed towards the area next to the waste basket. The chill of terror shook my bones but I managed to get a shot off. Only one shot developed on the entire roll.

Digging through the past I came across this unbelievably creepy photo I don’t even know what happened to the negative. If you are brave enough and have the fortitude to retain the secret knowledge you are about to attain you are welcome to it. You can find the photo right . . .

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Posted on April 1, 2010 at 8:28 pm in Toxic Chop Suey, Toxic News. Follow responses to this post with the comments feed. You can leave a comment or trackback from your own site.

1 Response

  1. Alison says:

    *Insert Lame Anecdotal Evidence Of Ghosts Here*

    (I just figured it was required for a blog post like this.)

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