Get out of here!"
In an instant The Ancient Onc leaped on his back, seized his
head, and snapped it quickly around. The man went limp, and The
Ancient One tossed the stout body against the wall with disgust,
but then realizing the physical form was needed, he laid it out
and put a new Spirit in the now vacant shell, then headed for the
bo{, on the bed.
"Please!" the boy begged, 'Please, don't hurt me! They
made me do it! I didn't want to!"
"He won't hurt you!" the little girl's voice came out.
"He can't hurt the innocent, only the bad. He's our
friend."
She broke the boy's bonds, and he sat-up staring at the man lying
on the floor. As if in answer to his silent question, the girl
spoke again. "He won't hurt you any more, he's different now
... different inside. I saw for an instant an old Chinese
gentleman who seemed very kind."
"As she has said," the man on the floor answered,
"it is so. Most honorable Wen Ki, at your service, Chinese
Free Forces ... though you will not understand the meaning of
that. The one within her is a most powerful being from a place
far beyond this world, who has. lived among man for many long
years, and is their benefactor. You will soon be free, and may go
your way. No one need ever know what was done to you here."
"This is weird!" the young man said, rising.
After the girl's spirit had retreated again The Ancient One
ordered "Stay here while I check the other rooms."
The rest of the rooms contained another boy and four lovely women
of different races. All showed signs of severe abuse. All were
alone, except for the last woman. The man with her had just
finished and was showering when The Ancient One pulled his feet
from beneath him so he smashed his head on the shower floor. The
Ancient One didn't bother reviving him. He had an extensive
criminal record, and would be of no benefit. He let the body lie,
and freed the woman, then gathered the others. One of the men on
guard was standing by the door as The Ancient One emerged.
"How did YOU get loose?" the man asked, and reached for
the girl. It was the last thing he ever did. The Ancient One
seized his hand and threw him headfirst, into the brick wall. He
made a lasting impression!
The man in the little room reached for something on the desk, but
with an incredible bound The Ancient One flew through the window
and landed between him and the pistol.
"I don't really think you want that!" The Ancient One
said, "Wouldn't you prefer to keep breathing, or would you
like to go where the "others have gone? Maybe I ought to
show you.
The Ancient One extended his hand to a small television and
scenes began to appear ... scenes of what was happening to the
souls that had just left this world.
The remaining guard stared at the screen in bewilderment,
transfixed. The Ancient One patted his cheek. "Now that's a
good boy!" he said. "You stay right there and keep
watching, and if you don't cause any trouble I won't send YOU
there, o.k.?"
"O.k." the man answered. "I won't do anything, I
promise!" "Smart boy!" The Ancient One commented,
leaping off the desk. Looking down at the girl's naked body and
those of his companions, he turned to the guard.
"Where are their clothes?"
"Down the hall in lockers. They keep them so they can put
them back on them when they dump them."
The Ancient One turned to one of the women. Without being asked
she disappeared down the hall.
"Now,"
The Ancient One said to the guard, whose eyes were still glued to
the scenes of horror on the television, "It' s pretty
obvious this house does more than provide these little
entertainments for the owner's guests. What else does it
do?"
"It's a clearing house," the guard answered, "for
enemy agents from several Asian countries. My employer is
freelance. He provides new identities for the agents, and ships
them into key industries his clients want them to monitor."
"Does he deal with Europeans also?" The Ancient One
asked.
"Sometimes," the guard answered, "but his usual
dealings are with Asians. He does, however, have some European
contacts."
The Ancient One smiled. "Good!" he said,
"Goodl" The woman returned with the clothes and The
Ancient One allowed the girl to dress herself while his Spirit
Agent explained the layout of the house.
The Ancient One turned to the guard.
"Call in the outside patrols. Get their weapons, and secure
them. We're going to have a very busy night's work!"
"Yes, sir ... or whatever!" the guard agreed.
"The rest of you stay here and help him. I'm going to go and
have a little chat with the owner."
"Shouldn't we come with you?" asked one of the men.
"It's better you stay out of the way," The Ancient One
advised him.
"This is MY kind of work. I am quite proficient at it!"
"I'll say!" the guard exclaimed, looking at his former
companion crumpled up by the wall.
"Good thought!" said The Ancient One, "Clean
that up!"
The preceeding story is fiction. Any resemblence it bears to true persons or places is coincidental, and not the intent of the writer.
BOOK REVIEW
THE BOOK OF AZRAEL, BY LEILAH WENDELL, Available from Westgate Press, 8 Bernstein Boulevard, Center Moriches, N.Y. 11934 for $8.95. The true story of the author's eternal romance with the alien spirit who appears as The Angel Of Death. An intriguing story sprinkled with a FEW Spiritist beliefs, the most important being no one need fear Death. Though our knowledge of Angels differs from what this story relates, it is a fitting tribute to the spirit who has pledged to guide all, upon their Passing, to The Light. -Rev. L. Polley