Discovering Horror in Prague

I love this blog Susie, but I must say it has truly taken me to re- examine, re – explore of my past. As a Bi- Nocturnal sort of soul, in choosing to studying my studies at night, it is this soul poised like the Black Cat Sebastian upon Emilee Scorvadori’s long forgotten grave stone. But I plead my last in insisting that my heart lantern still holds this ghostly light from a home lone off but not forgot.

Susie, this has to be your best of many best blogs you’re created in spirit, talents great and of your witted wittz. I love each wrote and written piece, I’m delighted I must cunfess, and frightened I whisper carefully in the night. And it was the room of Torture implements which disturbed my mind the very most in your post. You see ever since the young but very life experienced / Vested age of 13. When my father a Free Mason brought me to a Masonic Temple and I was introduced and taken through the first secret ritual of many others to come, where I and others robed in period costumes of circa 1314. Where we would ritually reenacted (in craft) the taking and trials of the 23rd Grand Master Knights Templar Jacques DeMolay.

In jest of it all here it was when my mind explored in being pondering the very steps and demise of the 23rd Grand Master and his Knights Templar brothers whom were indeed grossly and inhumanely tortured. (Not that there is a non – gross and humane means of Torturing one or many until bones are broken beyond nature gestures and poises there upon the snapping Rack, but when the Grand Master was roasted alive.

I had to ponder of just what that hideous slow and agonizing death of being slow roasted meant exactly, and I spare here exactly what that process involves for the poor soul put before a skin slitting and eye popping roaring infernal), I mind also had to do the same pondering upon what stresses and agonies Christ underwent upon that wooden cross. So for me, to gaze upon such a room, it fascinated my curiosity with painful grotesque. It really takes a strong and study nerve to ponder upon the tortures’ of those who dared to be different or those who suffered from Turrets syndrome, from Epilepsy, from Schizophrenia,

‘or merely choosing to sleep with one sock on and ‘one sock off.’

For I, cannot even imagine the vibes and the voices and screams heard upon entering such a place of torturous exhibits. Susie – tis’ Halloween indeed. The DeMolay rituals and experiences where the freakiest indeed. That’s for sharing, and I cannot fathom what sheer fright and what bravery of soul to explore such haunting places. As one who has seen and heard ‘The Others’. …and far more than I care mindfully to peer pack up of my past, and we must ask of what is ‘Time and of what is Past’?’. Happy Halloween Susie.

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How did you ever manage to drag Danny through those grave yards and dungeons’?

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I have since documented the events in great details, and I have posted it elsewhere, as both events happened within months of each other and occurred / appeared within 50 feet from each others. However Susie I cannot post of it in short, as this is the way my mind explains things, and I provided measurements, and a lot of detailed facts. The first event (Shadow person descends the stairs
My first event – ‘it’ was descending our stairs. February of 2019

My two separate encounters with a shadow figure but I do not see a Shadowy formed hat. I do not see the full silhouette form, no head, I have seen shadow form ‘legs and upper tarsal – at waist down to shins, waist to shin – two legs descending stairs separating light, one leg and then another. Then obstructed view and end of incident, other than a weird feeling of heightened awareness of an intruding presence’. Like something is way wrong and out of normal. ‘Was I not meant to notice it there’ descending the stairs viewed as a shadow person legs descending each step, seeing this through the many holes of the peg board’ ? ) in total it consists of 952 words and 49 lines in all. / The second encounter (The second Event, ‘it’ rushed behind and past me in a rush. – May of 2019
happened while I was alone in the kitchen, the kitchen window blinds were up and the kitchen a lit from the mid afternoon daylight shining in, it was filtered sunlight not direct sunbeams coming through the window before me, the kitchen window is 35 x 37 inches with filtered sunlight providing plenty of filtered daylight. At no time during this encounter event was artificial over head electric light sources needed and they the lights were turned off. I took these measurement to provide as much environmental data as possible to better help you understanding the lighting and kitchen layout. There was no breeze moving leaves up in the cherry tree right outside in the back yard, a calm day it was. There was not air blowing through in the kitchen, far to my left in the dining room the overhead circulating blade fan was turning at a very slow speed and it was nothing of which I could feel in breeze from my present position at the sink. I just finished washing my milk glass and setting it into the counter top drying rack to my right, sink right in front of me. I started to turn on a pivot right to turn around when a rush of very noticeable darkness of a shadowy form of a space occupied mass of about 5.5 feet tall., thick and wide like a hefty man, but with no limbs or head just a huge thick wide mass in motion it rushed fast right past me, as it did not want to be seen, if I had not turned around I never would have taken any notice of its passing presence, there was no breeze of motion, it had no noticeable face or head silhouette just a form like a voided out person a dark shadow mass. I was turned around enough to see all this happening shadowy form in my direct sight of field of vision upon a quarter turn to my right. ) consists of 807 words and 39 lines total. And so here is a brief insert of my encounters.

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