I live in the ghetto -- the police are too afraid to approach this part of Chicago. Perhaps one only knows that this neighborhood has a gang problem -- they cannot fathom the fact two gang members were murdered by something that is beyond their power. Nothing really scares the children around here because their older brothers join the street gangs and have no understanding of the supernatural. Tonight I was with my friends at a party when one of them tapped into something evil --they called the spirit of John Wayne Gacy.

No one knew the reason why they did or what they did -- Justin was high on marijuana when he found this Ouija board. Jean and I warned him not to play with the board while he was high -- He just flipped me off and continued to hold the seance. What he did not realize that the board revealed a name of a spirit -- of a notorious serial killer. The board continued to reveal the unwritten message; it explained REDRUM NI EVIL. The crucifix in the bedroom caught on fire -- the unholy flame did not burn the wall where the cross was hanging. This unholy evil that lurked around in the apartment and got inside a Latin King --he began to breathe very heavily and bleed from his eyes. His friends were looking on in fear -- for they didn't understand what was happening.

Some of them were asking me to call over a priest or pastor -- one of them was feverishly searching for a Holy Bible, but only found a copy of the Necronomicon in the apartment Perhaps one of them tried to do a seance to summon a spirit from the grave -- only to see their own fate, the thralling of their heart continues to pound -- racing as if they had a lethal overdose of angel dust. I could only watch in horror as they begin to cough up their bodily fluids -- choking slowly on their own vomit. The unearthly smell of decay-filled air surrounded the entire apartment.

I could hear the indistinct voices chanting--the horrible sound filled the entire hallway. One could not see what is being written upon the walls--nor could one understand the story behind the curse. This curse was unlocked by two gang members two years ago.The gothic structures that stand at the end of the hallway -- one could not describe these unholy images nor speak of what they are of.

My roommate discovered them on an archeological find while in Europe --he was going to donate this to the Theosophical Society. I have read about these statues -- Subculture speaks of the statues' curse.They weave it in with the Ouija board-- in with the horrible fate of the guard at a nearby Military base. The guard on duty bled to death from his eyes because he played with the Ouija Board in the barracks-- ignoring what the commanding officer's warnings about the statues. The guards were killed by the gothic statues-- leaving behind their still beating heart -- throbbing on the ground where they stood.One could not fathom the evil they felt while they were in the barracks -- nor they could see the harrowing apparritions; all that was left were two cold and lifeless soul slaying along the floor.

Before my roommate left for another dig he left behind this letter for me to read telling me about the statues. Ronald wrote of that the statues were from Ancient Babylon -- from the days when The Book of Daniel was written. He speaks of the myth that follows these statues and they were in a temple where black magic was practiced -- according to the myth they could only be awakened by a spell found in the Necromicon. Who ever shall chant the spell -- the evil from the statues shall be released along with the plague that followed the statues. This was the letter he typed.

I have uncovered these rare statues from the ruins of ancient Babylon -- what is left of this land. The rest of the party in this find did not survive -- they held the ritual which brought them to life. I wrote this letter because I am the only one who survived this. By the time you get this letter, I will be on a dig searching for the missing Dead Sea scrolls. I have done some research pertaining to the srolls -- about how an Apocalypse is going to take place within the city of Jerusalem.

This here is what I have written of is speaking of the curse which is conjured from the ritual -- the curse of this unwritten relic is known as the Death Curse, I warn you by any means -- donot hold a seance around these statues, a seance will release the Death Curse. The inscription I enclosed speaks ofthe curse -- please follow the writings very closely if you need to journal them,I encourage you to do so.

The morbid shadows which are slowly rising from the sea--the angel of disease slowly spreads her wings across the land. Destroying everything within her midst -- givingevery soul her kiss of death. One could not fathom this evil that lives along the sea -- as one watches the innocent become sacfriced to bring these statues to life as told in the ancient prophecy of the Kthuhlu carvings.

Yet I write of these statues very calmly-- even one could say I am very nervous. If you have a Holy Bible -- find it asquick as possible becuase that could the only thing that could keep you safe, along with a faith in God. I am very ill right now and I must rest -- in the meantime, keep the faith.

Sincerely,
Ronald Jefferelli
Jeruselem,Israel
January31,1993

I wonder why Ronald said what he said-- perhaps he was telling the truth about the statues. I sometimes wonder what he thinks about -- maybe this fucking dig has gone through his mind. Ever since high school he talked about the statues -- about how he wants to go to Babylon and find these statues. According to what he said in the letter hey have this death curse. After I finished reading the letter, I started to journal his notes relating to the statues of Babylon-- according to the myth -- these statues will come to life in form of an angel of disease whom speads her wings across turning Michagan Avenue into a walking cemetery. For one could compare this to the ghost of Al Capone, the mobster whom had a reign over Chicago in the 1920s and 1930s. At the party Justin contacted his ghost -- in the midst of the released the Angel of Disease.

One could hear this angel in their mind -- the thralling screams of which I cannot describe, but I witness the rest of the Complex suffer from the plague of disease from the angel of death. Yet onecould feel the cold kiss she gives while one is comatose from the illness she distributes from her scabbed wings. The concrete was painted with the blood spilled along the allyway as the gang members layalong the floor cold and lifeless in a tortured slumber. I could see Justin laying on the floor as he does the dance of the dead -- the throbbing within one’s mind as one could see that the dead can dance, a waltz with the angel of disease as she spreads her scabbed wings in his apartment. I watch in horror as one could see the shapeless, black image in their mind within the coma -- an illness one could see as the unhallowed screams can be heard.

The drawings that Ronald enclosed in the letter were of a dragon graping its own tail -- evil devouring itself as it burns within the ashes. Perhaps one does not comprehend these drawings and hieroglyphics pertaining to the angel of disease -- He sent his journal refering to the hieroglyphics and the poetry in scribed on the walls. I was investigating what he has written in his journal as he copied the poetry from his diggings. This was one of writings I came across: