The Consequences of a Dabbler

The wind is currently whipping through the garden while the full moon brightens the night as if searching out a victim. There is a feeling of ‘presence’ in the hallway, waiting, watching, ready to pounce.

Caroline is sitting on the dining room chair, gazing into her crystal, divining the spirits of the night; her ignorance of the powers of the ‘other’, the intense psychological damage that can be wrought, could have dire consequences.

This young girl is a dabbler of the Black Arts. Having read only a few New Age books on the subject of Magic, her adolescent pride, a deceptive confidence, leads her to believe she can become a witch, possessing great power to wield at her whim.

The ‘presence’ in the hallway grows and an outline of darkness begins to materialize.

Caroline has her new book open to the page on demons, a list of names, Mammon, Lucifer, Beelzebub and Satan, and begins to shout their names out loud, her arms extended, her palms pointing to the sky.

In her dangerous unawareness, she believes the Fallen One’s will help her to exact revenge on her once best friend, Rebecca, who merely kissed her boyfriend on the night of the school dance. They had been childhood friends since Primary School, going on excursions, having sleep over’s, playing with dolls and sharing each other’s secrets. In high school they were known as the Blondie Twins as they were never seen apart, “Best friends forever” was their pact, though this “pact” was about to come to a disastrous end.

She calls upon Them to crash Rebecca’s car, but to only hurt her a little, not kill her, just cause a little physical damage.

She continues to chant their Names over and over as the candles around the room burn brighter, their flames rising to the ceiling.

“Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub & Great Mammon, come forth to serve my will and harm the one that hurt me.”

Caroline repeats this line again and again, as the “presence” in the hall looms darker, transforming from mere shadow to solid darkness.

Caroline is blissfully unaware that these so-called demons are in fact Fallen Arch Angels, banished from heaven for disobeying God…cursed to walk the earth until Judgement Day. Although the Banished One’s, continue to possess powers so great that it transcends human comprehension. One of the truly great ironies is that Satan, in the beginning one of God’s favourites, refused to bow to God’s new creation, the human being. And it has been his mission since his fall, to prove to God that man is a great mistake, thus the seven deadly sins, man’s inhumanity to man, and the evil in the world. The irony is the practitioner's of the Black Arts, Satanist, worship the Dark One who only wishes harm, tempting them to do evil, to prove his point to God, that we are not worthy to enter the gates of heaven, thus permitting His once favourite, Satan, back into His presence.

Caroline’s chanting goes on through the night into the morning. She feels exhausted yet surprisingly exhilarated at the same time.

Sleep is impossible. She then decides to take a long hot shower, maybe the shower will make me sleep, she thinks.

The hot stream of water pelting over her body finally begins to make her relax.

As she dries herself with a soft towel, the steam in the bathroom begins to dissipate and, looking at the mirror above the sink, she sees words written in a strange script, a language she doesn’t understand. Running to her desk, she grabs a pen and paper, and copies the strange script as best she can.

‘It looks like Arabic or Latin or maybe Greek.’ she ponders. All at once she has an idea:

“Ill jump on the Internet to one of those translations sites and see what I can find.”

Booting up her computer, she can feel the excitement begin to grow in her stomach.
Her hands start to shake in anticipation as she types in ‘Latin Translations’ on the Google search engine. A list of 12 sites pops into view, she chooses the first one, Ancient Language Translations, double clicks her mouse and the site almost instantly appears on the monitor.

The list is as follows: Greek, Aramaic, Egyptian, Latin, etc.

Instinctively she double clicks on Aramaic and the screen changes asking to type in the Aramaic word which will then be translated to modern English.

The message is only eight words, thus the task only takes a few minuets, and the translation reads:

“The Deed is done. Now you are mine.”

Caroline cannot take her eyes of the monitor as the excitement in her belly turns to a deep nausea. Suddenly the phone rings, giving her a fright.

“Hello”

“Caroline this is Rebecca’s mother; you need to come down to St. Vincent’s Hospital right away. Rebecca has been in a terrible accident.” The woman begins to sob, disconnecting the line.

Caroline had never felt the feeling of such intense dread in her entire life. Dressing, she jumps in her car and races to the hospital. She’s directed to the ITC unit, and walking into the room saw a group of doctors and nurses around Rebecca’s bed. One of the doctor’s, the oldest of the group, announces, “Time of death 11:38am”

Somehow thinking through shocked senses:

“I did this…I killed my friend.”

Caroline drove home in a daze, not able to cry or even feel at this point.

She enters the house and walks straight up the stairs, ignoring her mother’s calls.

When she walked into her bedroom, she immediately locked the door and, turning around sees an extremely handsome man laying on her bed with his hand behind his head wearing a sly smile. She had never in her life seen eyes so dark and penetrating.

“Who in the hell are you?! Get out of my house!”

The handsome stranger slowly lifted himself off the bed and standing up, must be more than eight or nine feet tall, his head touching the ceiling.

“Caroline my child, I performed the task you had requested. You should be pleased with the outcome.”

Caroline wanted to speak but felt that her lips had been sewed shut.

“You’re mine now, Caroline!” said the handsome stranger.

Out of the corner of the room a dark “presence”, looming, crawling towards the young girl; suddenly enveloping her entire body, the pain excruciating, her eye sight becoming darker and darker until she is in total black.

The voice of the handsome stranger calls out as if from far away.

“Good girl, Caroline. I’ll visit you from time to time, maybe in a century or two.”

Caroline’s fall into the abyss, which she knew, would last an eternity.



Ends.