The Adventures of Stevie #118
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 #118 "Bad Doll"
Dear Carlos,
They found the woman who made the bad charms, and where she had her
store. She sold regular fake charms, and things for different
religions. Crystals, too. Smart for somebody who wants bad people to
find her, so she can do dirty work for them, but not so smart if she
doesn't want to get caught by people investigating those bad things. I
discovered in my work, people don't expect to get caught, so they don't
take as many precautions as they should, and get caught because of
that. For her, it might be too, that she knew there weren't any laws
against psychic attacks, and maybe she thought nobody was good enough
in her own business to stop her.
The Chief of police and the Director, were working together on this
case, but not happy about that. They both liked to have full authority,
but because it was me who was really in charge, they lived with it, and
got along, because they respected me. I think. I like to plan ahead for
all possible dangers, so when the action starts, things happen
smoothly. This time there was a factor I never had to work with before.
She was from Haiti, and very dark skinned. So was the neighborhood.
There were some serious racial tensions there. Chad and I, and most
other agents, would stand out like ghostly thumbs, the minute we showed
up in the area. We had to go. I needed to face her, and ask her some
questions. The city had very few dark skinned police officers, but we
took all we could get, who would volunteer to do something without
knowing what was involved. And Sergeant David Chow, who was darker
skinned than us, in an asian way. He was in charge of them. I tested
him with a card, and he could detect silent contact, and push me out,
so he would go into the store with me and Chad. The other officers
would be in the area, for backup. All were in plain clothes. I did have
the stone with me, but well insulated, hanging on the chain around my
neck.
It was a long walk, but we did it that way, to get to the store. We
went in, and looked around a lot. We waited until all the other
customers left, and went to the store owner who's picture we had from
Victoria. Like we planned, David said, "We have a problem I was told
you might be able to help us with. I work for the parents of these
children, and they believe they are being cursed. We think we know who
it is, who is doing it. Is there anything you can do to help? We can
pay very well." She looked VERY interested, and said with a French
accent, "Some of my services come at a very high price." David said
"Money is no object, for satisfactory results." He gave her an envelope
with $10,000 in it, and said, "This is a retainer. There will be more,
for specific services." She took it, and took out the money, and
caressed the bills like she was having sex with them. I had to keep
myself from laughing at that. She told her assistant to close and lock
the door, and put the closed sign on it, and took us into the back
room.
We sat around a table. David took out a wrapped package and opened
it, and put the charm I had made on the table. He said "We found this
under the pillow of Master Chad, here. The upstairs maid told us what
it was, and how to wrap it. What can we, and YOU, do about it?" She
examined it. It was a very weak and harmless charm, which I had made
sure didn't have any connections to it's maker, me. She said "This is a
very powerful and evil charm. You have a very bad enemy, who would do
this to a child." Chad looked very afraid, and I hugged him. She
noticed it. I said "I know who! I want to do it to them too. Maid said
we could get a doll and stick pins in it. I want one of those right
away! Nobody is going to hurt my brother and get away with it." She
said "It's not that simple, young man. Yes, I can make what you want,
but I need things from their person to put in and on the doll to make
it work. Can you get me some hair, or fingernail clippings, and
something they wore close to their body?" David said "Yes, and we
brought some of those. We were told about the requirements. Do you need
them for the kind of thing we found under his pillow?" She said "The
charm, no. They are for general things, like sickness or bad luck. The
dolls are for more direct things." David said "Can anyone use the dolls
you make, or is it only you who can use them?" She said "Only somebody
with the proper talent can use them, but many people have it and don't
know it." I said "ME! I have it. I know it. I found that thing. I want
to use a doll!"
She said "You might have the talent, if you discovered it. Let me
test you." She took out a charm and pushed it near me. I knew it was
active by it's glow, which got brighter with psychic energy when it was
closer to me. She nodded and said, "Oh my, you do have the talent, and
strong it is, fierce little man." David said "I don't know if we want
Stephen to use a doll. Would he be in danger? She said "No danger at
all." That was a lie. If there were any problems with it, the curse
would come back on the user. David said "We can pay, but we want to see
something that works, before we do. What can you do for a
demonstration?" She said "I have the makings of a doll right here. If
one of you will spit in this cup, I will apply it to the doll, and show
you how it works. There is no danger of harm in this demonstration. A
lot more work needs to be done to make a doll which is truly
dangerous." I said "ME! I want to to it." David looked worried. She
said "That's a very good idea. You will learn from it, which would make
your own use of them more effective." David said, reluctantly, "Well,
alright, but I want to see what you do. All of it."
I spit, and she rubbed it on the doll, and said some strange words
which I don't think she new didn't help. I could see what she was
doing, with my third eye. She was setting up a connection from the doll
to me. She didn't know I was turning that around, and making the
connection get tangled with her own communication chakra. She must have
been taught by somebody like a witch doctor, who didn't know the
science behind these things. She said "I am finished. I will now
demonstrate. The young master will stand when I move the doll a certain
way." I didn't. She did. I held her there, and said to Chad and David,
"Under control." They knew what to do. Chad went to knock out the
assistant. David got out the little tape recorder from the shopping bag
he had with him, like a loyal servant would have, and set it up. We had
a lot of extra reals of tape to use in it, too.
Information, was what we were after. All that acting was to get her
to try to put me in her power, so I could do that to her, and be
justified, too. It worked. This is what chessing is all about. Thinking
and planing ahead, step by step, can be VERY helpful. I took the
insulation off my stone and got to work on her. She told the recorder's
microphone everything we wanted to know. Who all of her victims were,
who paid her do do those things, where her records were, and anything
else we wanted to know. It wasn't until near the end of it, that I had
the idea to ask her if she had any enemies. She did. This was what I
wanted, for ME. I was worried about what to do with her, after we got
all the information from her. I couldn't let her keep hurting people,
but if I did something bad to her when she didn't attack me, it could
hurt me just as bad. I gave her a little of the infected energy I had
given the bad doctor, so her energy flow would be off just enough to
keep her from making and using charms for a few months. Her third eye
was only partially open. I closed it, for that amount of time, too.
There were no bad effects on me for doing those things, so she must
have been a really bad person.
She had a rival psychic, who was actually more powerful than her, who
acted as a fortune teller to the biggest crime boss in the city. David
is going to see that she and her boss are informed that our bad psychic
was preparing bad charms and dolls for them, which I would make and
plant in the store. They would be fake, but good enough to cause our
bad psychic a lot of trouble if they were found. She wouldn't have done
it, but did have all the personal items she needed for that, just in
case. I made them like she would, but not dangerous, and hid them in
her store. Her enemies would be told where to find them. Before we
left, with the tapes and photographs of her records, and all the bad
charms and dolls she had, I made her forget we had been there, and set
her to wake up in an hour.
We left the store, and David gave the okay signal to the police in
the area. We walked back the way we had come, and then got in a police
car to go to the school. We handed over the film and the tapes, I
briefed father on what had happened. The tapes were going to be
transcribed, and the film developed. Then different people would
evaluate and organize the information. I would have to stay and find
and destroy all the bad charms, after that. Father had a driver take
Chad and me, with the bag of charms, home. I was feeling very sad and
depressed. So was Chad. We didn't like the whole situation. It was
dirty work. We felt dirty in our feelings. Dan and Stuart tried to
cheer us up, but didn't succeed. Chad and I went to bed early. In each
other's arms. Making love heal us, just like it's supposed to.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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