The Adventures of Stevie #116
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
All characters are fictitious, even if some of them might have names
that belong to some actual people, or act like people we know.
Stevie's school is for gifted children who don't fit in regular schools.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 13 in this story, at year 3 of summer camp.
The Adventures of Stevie #116 "Bad Charms Enquiry"
Dear Carlos,
Father contacted me by card, and told me about a problem. Some
strange things were happening to some people. It was something like
protection, which means if you pay me, I will see to it nobody hurts
you, including me, and extortion, which means, you do what I want or I
will do bad things to you, and blackmail, which means, If you don't do
what I want, I will expose your secrets. These things weren't strange
by themselves. What was strange were the punishments which happened to
the victims who didn't cooperate. If the punishment was death, they
were told when and how, and it happened exactly like that. It was the
same for injuries. The really strange part of that, was they all were
natural deaths and injuries. I told father I thought somebody could be
making it happen, maybe through something like the card he used to
contact me. I said it can be done that way, but it would damage the
spirit of the person doing it. I said if I had the will, I could do it
without much effort at all, but I couldn't make myself do it. For
somebody who didn't have my level of ability, and scientific training
to know how it works, it would take a lot of effort. Making and using
charmed dolls and other destructive charms, for example. I told him
what those things might look like, and where to look for them when they
are being used, and to NEVER touch them with bare hands, and not to
damage anything. He should check that angle, and contact me again if he
found out any more.
Father contacted me through my card a week later. I was in a pool
party social with Debbie at the time. I had to make an excuse and
leave, and stand shivering in the boys' changing room, to talk with
him. They did find evidence of bad charms under the pillows of some
victims, and personal objects missing, which could be used to make
charmed dolls. I said he should come pick me up tomorrow. He agreed.
Then I went and got Chad and Rod, and took them to our empty cabin. I
told them about the problem, and said I was going to go do the job to
fix it. They wanted to come with me. I said "I can resist this kind of
attack. I've been trained to resist it, and the bad person is using
things to hurt people which somebody at my level wouldn't need to use.
You know the cards? I can do all they are doing, with the pictures I
can draw in a minute, if I want to, but they have to work long and hard
to make their charmed objects, maybe for days. You can come, if you can
pass this test. I'm going to use my card for you, and unlock it
completely, and contact you silently. If you can detect me, and push my
mind away from yours, you can come with me. If you can't, you would be
no help, and might be in a lot of unnecessary danger. Agreed?" They
didn't like it, but they agreed.
I tested Rod first, but didn't tell which one would be first. He
couldn't detect my silent contact. Chad could, and he pushed me out
like a fierce animal attacking me. I said "Wow! I didn't know you could
do that, Chad." He said "I didn't know, either." Rod was disappointed,
but had to agree he couldn't come with me. He went back to the pool,
and gave our girlfriends our regrets, and later to the camp director,
that we had something we had to do, which would take us away from camp
for a few days. Then Chad and I practiced trying to invade each other's
minds, and resisting it. He was very good, and still fierce. I was very
proud of him. He kissed me all over when I told him that. He said "I
don't know why I'm better than Rod at this, even though he's older, but
I think I have an idea about that. I have known you very closely,
longer than he has, and because I'm younger, more competitive, and I've
been trying very hard to be as good as you, my teacher." I said "That
could be true. I don't think we will ever know for sure, but I'm very
happy this can help make you safe from this kind of attack. And I
absolutely love to have you with me, any time I can, specially on a
job." This made him EXTREMELY affectionate the entire night in bed. I
didn't mind it at all. I just hope we can get some sleep in the car on
the way home.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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