Devil of a Ghost Tour 1

1885

His black robe billowed out around him, exposing the red satin lining. In one hand he held a wand made from hazel wood, polished and consecrated in blood; in the other hand was a ceremonial knife with a black hilt. Both were engraved with the symbols of his faith.

Shoulders relaxed, feet slightly apart, drawing air in through his nose and releasing it with a soft whistle, he spoke: “O Sadai, most holy and most powerful, vouchsafe to consecrate and bless this circle to contain the demon I am about to invoke. O most holy Sadai, to whom be honor and glory forever and ever. Amen.” He drew a circle with his knife on the dirt floor, still speaking: “I invoke and conjure Thee....” The point scratched through the fine sand and rocks as he carved a large outer circle and then an inner circle, filling the space between the two with ceremonial writing. “Choronzon, appear forthwith. Show thyself to me....” He drew three obtuse triangles and continued the writing at the corners and insides of the triangles. “Choronzon, come and do not tarry; Choronzon come, fulfill my desires; persist unto the end, according to mine intentions.”

He stood in the center and waited.