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Demon Street USA
A summoning gone awry leads to problems for Penelope, who is driven from her home by phantom parties, a dancing stove, and a wave of demonic force that tosses her around like a ragdoll.
The story of a demonic encounter that took place in Gainesville, Florida in 1985. Book is also available in Book stores all over the world. Get it locally and Barnes and Noble, and other fine bookstores
Looking for help, she turns to her friend Robbie, who brings her to David Rountree, a Lakota shaman.
Robbie and David embark on a whirlwind journey of learning, racing against time, visiting sites of spiritual power, and acquiring artifacts and allies in their quest to exorcise the evil before it can seriously injure someone—or worse.
David and Robbie’s mission to banish the demon culminates in an astonishing psychic battle on Halloween night. Demon Street, USA is a forewarning to those who would explore the paranormal. Evil exists—but it can be battled and won!
After spending the morning setting up lifts and trusses, and hanging
and focusing lights, we had lots of time to burn. We were in White
Springs, headwaters of the great and colorful Suwannee. Unfortunately,
this year the state was suffering from an extended drought. The sun
reflected blindingly off of the exposed white rocks that should have
been the creek bed, making them resemble the twisted remains of some
long-dead dragon. We sat in the shade watching the heat waves rippling
up over the land as the tiny stream undulated onward in its journey to
the sea. Penelope (Penny), wife of one of the crew (Norman), turned to
me with a serious look on her face and said, “Can I tell you something?”
I should elaborate. For no particular reason, people, oftentimes
complete strangers, will confide their deepest darkest secrets to me.
That’s not all; they will tell me things that they would never tell anyone
else. Some of these things most people wouldn’t believe. This was going
to be one of those cases.
She proceeded to spin an incredible tale. “It’s like this: Sometimes
when I drift off to sleep, I become aware of a big eye. It’s a huge, black
single eye that grows larger and larger until I fall in and it completely
envelops me. Then I’m pulled out of my body. I am suddenly in the
presence of an old man with a beard who takes me over to the other
two houses on the property where I live. The old man shows me the five
ghosts that are on the property. There are three male spirits and two
female spirits. One female is a young woman; the other one is much
older. The older woman stays secluded in the bedroom closet in the
Noticing that I was not looking at her horrified, or blowing her off
as some loon, and was actually taking her seriously, she quickly continued,
“There are constant noises in my house—noises that have started
to get louder and louder. At first, I thought the squirrels or some other
animal had gotten into the attic and were running daily marathons up
there. But now I’m not so sure. The skittering has changed to banging
with definite footsteps, human footsteps. It’s really unnerving when I
know I’m the only one home. To top it off, recently my son has befriended
a new imaginary playmate. I look over at him and he’s having these very
real, animated conversations. He’s looking intently at something that I
can’t see. It’s obviously very real to him. Lately, things like cups, books,
and jewelry have begun moving by themselves. I know where I put these
things down. When I turn around they’re somewhere else. Doors are
opening and closing by themselves.”
“What does Norm think about it all?”
“He doesn’t see or hear anything. He thinks I’m losing my mind.
He says it’s all a bunch of bullshit. I have talked about moving but he
won’t hear of it.”
Pennny was scared, that much was certain. From what I had read
about these things, what I had been exposed to, I could tell the house
where she lived was definitely not a happy place. Her description of the
big eye was very disconcerting. It really made me uneasy; it sounded