WHY ME?

  WHY ME?

  Mike Nach

  DISCLAIMER

  This story is an original work of fiction by the author. The names, characters, places, events and incidents mentioned in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance of the characters, however little, to any living or dead person or names is purely coincidental and should be treated as such.

  This story and the ideas/ opinions given therein are the products of the author’s fertile imagination and should be treated as just a work of fiction.

  The author and the publisher assume no responsibility if any person’s / community’s feelings, principles or sentiments are hurt or affected by the contents of this book.

  TABLE OF CONTENTS

  FEAR OVER THE CITY

  BASIC INSTINCT?

  THE MAGIC TOUCH!

  DESTINY’S CHILD

  TRYST WITH A DEMON

  DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL

  EVE IS A VAMPIRE!

  THE VAMPIRE CAVE

  INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE

  APPENDIX- 2 POTENT RITUALS

  THANK YOU!

  MY OTHER BOOKS!

  FEAR OVER THE CITY

  He was lying in the parking lot adjoining the construction site. His lifeless face had a convoluted look of sheer terror. The site’s foreman had called 911 to report the body.

  Two detectives from the homicide division, two FBI agents, and some CSI personnel were examining the body. The crime scene had been cordoned off. The police officers were recording the statements of all the construction workers who had reported for duty. The victim was a total stranger to them.

  The press and TV teams had also come. Some of the reporters were standing before the cameras and reporting their views of the crime.

  The dead man’s skin had a grayish pallor to it. The body looked totally drained of blood. He was Caucasian, dark haired, slim and of average height. He was about 30 years old. He had worn a cream shirt and dark colored trousers. No other belongings were found on him. He carried no identification. He was not any known offender. A John Doe!

  His neck! There was a gash over his carotid artery but not a drop of blood was seen at the scene. It was as if the assailant had taken care not to spill any blood on the victim or elsewhere. Was it possible, the crime was committed somewhere else and the body dumped here? The CSI personnel checked for other injury marks. There were none. They marked the time of death between 1 a.m. and 3 a.m.

  The officers then went to the homes of workers who had not reported for work and checked their alibis. Their alibis checked. Still, everybody at the construction site were potential suspects till evidence proved otherwise.

  After the cursory examination was over, the paramedics zipped the body in a body bag for transportation to the coroner’s office for autopsy.

  The detectives smirked at each other. This was not the first time that a corpse had been found with a cut over the carotid artery and the blood drained from it. For the last few days, around a dozen bodies had been found, in different parts of the city, killed in a similar fashion. All bodies were found far away from the victim’s daily route. They had been picked up from their areas, killed and dumped elsewhere. According to police reports, all the killings took place between midnight and dawn.

  The police didn’t have a clue as to the identity of the killers. They booked many suspects but were forced to release them for want of any evidence. The perpetrators were very smart and left no clues behind.

  Some eyewitnesses had claimed that they had seen four to five shadowy figures at the crime scene. They were purported to have been wearing black gowns and moving at lightning speed. No one had seen their faces. Nobody believed the eye-witnesses’ sightings. It was too unbelievable.

  People stopped venturing out after dark. The homeless started huddling together. Some kept watch while the others slept. The police warned the citizens to stay home at night. They increased their patrolling. Hysteria was at its peak. Streets were deserted. Nightlife came to a standstill.

  The Police Chief had a tough time explaining to the media and the politicians. His men were simply incompetent. No clues. No suspects. He loathed his job and felt like retiring. The FBI had also stepped into the picture. They, too, were confounded since the killings continued as before.

  Who were these serial blood suckers? Where had they come from? Why had they targeted this city? Why had no other city in the world witnessed such gory killings? Questions, questions, but no answers!

  It was then somebody suggested that these killings could be either the work of a gang of ritualistic serial killers, or vampires. TV channels and the daily tabloids pounced upon the second theory and soon vampires became very famous worldwide. Every TV channel started showing movies and serials of vampires. Books about vampires and werewolves were sold out in no time. The social media went viral. People became besotted with vampires.

  Stories about the NBA, Hollywood, drug wars, corrupt politicians…….. were passé.

  Vampires were the new hot story!

  BASIC INSTINCT?

  It was Sunday morning when the doorbell rang. Standing on our doorstep was Eve.

  Eve was our new, next door neighbor. When did she move into her apartment? Where were her household things? It was as if she had mysteriously arrived from nowhere.

  Eve was about 5’6” tall and blonde. She was a stunner. She had a dream figure. Mmm... I wondered about Eve’s age. Definitely older than me. Who cares!

  “Hi. My name’s Eve Grey. I’m your new neighbor. Thought I would introduce myself. May I come in?” Her voice was very melodious.

  “Come on in!” Mom and I retorted in unison. Mom introduced us. Eve smiled at me.

  What a coincidence! Me Adam and she Eve!

  My name’s Adam Smith. I am a 19 year old college student. I am 6’2” tall and my friends envy me for my good looks and lean muscular body. I am a fitness fanatic. My mom Judith’s a writer and a pretty good one at that. She earns royalties from her books. My dad, who’s no more, had left us this apartment and a portfolio of stocks and tax free bonds. We lived comfortably.

  Mom continued, “My dear, dear Eve, I’ve baked some cookies. Would you like a bite?”

  “No thanks, Judith. I’m on a diet. No offense, ok?” It sounded so impolite.

  Eve sat beside Mom on the sofa. I plonked myself on a chair opposite them. Eve had worn a short black dress. She crossed her legs, very slowly, while sitting on the sofa. My eyes nearly popped out. She was not wearing underwear. What the hell! I remembered Sharon Stone had done exactly the same thing in the film ‘Basic Instinct’. I squirmed visibly. Eve noticed my discomfiture and she gave me a knowing smile.

  I averted my gaze and asked Mom, “Mom, please bring those cookies and coffee. I’m ravenously hungry.” Mom asked Eve whether she would like to have coffee. Eve asked for water.

  Mom excused herself and went to the kitchen. Eve took my mom’s temporary absence as an opportunity to come closer to me. She gave me a conspiratorial wink and caught my right hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. There was something in her touch. I felt an exhilarating shiver run through me.

  Eve noticed this and laughed, “Now, now, honey, calm down. Okay?”

  Eve then slid back to where she had been sitting earlier. She waved her hand at me like a magician. I was back to normal. I was too numb to notice the power she had over me. Mom returned with the refreshments and resumed her conversation. I ate two cookies and drank the coffee. My mind was somewhere else. I hardly heard what they were discussing.

  After a while, Eve bade us farewell and returned to her apartment.

  I helped Mom wash the dishes.

  I was restless the full day.

  THE MAGIC TOUCH!

  I still remembered Eve’s visit to our house. I was exci
ted as well as sad. It was quite a while since I started suffering from ED (Erectile dysfunction). I don’t know what triggered it. Even though I became sexually excited, my organ was not responding to my desires. I tried masturbating. My girlfriend tried to arouse me, but to no avail. I went to the doctor. I tried the blue pills, everything. The works! Not a chance! I was limper than a wet rag. I was going crazy. My girlfriend and I broke up. What could I do? The mind was willing but my penis was weak. I had become an unwilling celibate!

  Eve had awakened my dormant desires, but how could I face Eve with this problem?

  O, God! Let me be normal once again!

  My prayers were answered. Our doorbell rang. Who could it be? I opened the door.

  It was Eve. She was wearing a T-shirt and jeans. I was speechless! She looked ravishing. I could sense the goodies within the T-shirt. Eve nudged me and I came back to my senses. I let her in.

  “Ma’am, could I borrow Adam for some time? I want his help in arranging the furniture.”

  Mom had noticed Eve’s attire and I could sense all sorts of ideas were going through her head. I love my mom very much but I have my own independent views. Even though I will be staying in her house (on her insistence), I am not going to be a wimp.

  Before Mom could respond, I replied, “Of course. I will help you. Mom will not mind me helping out. Right, Mom?” Mom was too stunned to say anything.

  Little did I realize that this would be the turning point of my life.

  “Welcome to my humble house! I am your most loving servant.” She said these words with an exaggerated bow. The way she said it gave me goose bumps. I felt an unknown fear. All sorts of questions came to my mind….

  What did Eve see in me?

  Why did she try to seduce me in the first meeting itself?

  Her apartment was luxuriously furnished. When did this stuff arrive at her place? Surely, the movers would have made some noise while unloading the furniture.

  The furniture had also been neatly arranged. It was just an excuse to bring me here.

  We sat on a sofa near each other. I got a whiff of Eve’s perfume. It was indescribable. Eve came closer and caught my hand in hers.

  “Let’s not waste time. I want to make love to you,” she said in a strange voice.

  Before I could retort, Eve cupped my face with her hands and kissed me on my lips. This was a real, hot kiss. I responded by holding her close to me and we kissed each other as if we had not kissed for days (which was true in my case). I could hear soft moans from her. I was excited.

  Eve got up, “Come let’s go to the bedroom.” My shortcomings were going to be exposed. She saw the hesitant look on my face.

  “What’s the matter?” she inquired anxiously. “Don’t you wish to have sex with me?” There was a look of desperation on her face.

  “No! It’s not that. I have a problem.” I described what was affecting me.

  Without saying a word, she put her hand inside my pant and clutched the limp organ. Lo, behold! Blood, immediately, started gushing through it and the flow was terrific. It was as if she cleared the blockade with her touch. My penis was harder and longer than before! I was amazed. Who’s this chick?

  We quickly undressed each other and I pushed Eve on the bed. What followed afterwards was the most unforgettable moment of my life. I went on and on for ages until we climaxed together. I fell off her totally exhilarated and exhausted. I cradled her in my arms and caressed her hair.

  “That was the most wonderful sex I ever had in a hundred years!” she exclaimed. I agreed.

  She got up. “Come, let’s go to the bathroom for a wash.”

  We went to the bathroom and showered. After we came out, she escorted me to the door. I gave her a final kiss before opening the door.

  Mom did not look suspiciously at me when I entered our house. She hardly said a word. We quietly had dinner. I helped her to clear the dishes and then went to my bedroom to sleep.

  DESTINY’S CHILD

  I was awake for a long time. I was normal again!

  I was bewildered by the suddenness of it all. Sometime back (see next chapter), I had read about the Indian doctrine of Karma (fate).

  Thousand’s of years ago, before Sir Isaac Newton’s discovery of the Third Law of Motion- ‘FOR EVERY ACTION THERE IS AN OPPOSITE BUT EQUAL REACTION’, the Hindus had already formulated the law of cause and effect, which they called Karma. According to Hindu belief, every action is the effect of our previous actions and will be the cause of future actions. This cause and effect is not limited to just this lifetime. Hindus also believe in the concept of reincarnation. They feel that our present life is the effect of deeds carried out by us in our previous lives and these along with the deeds carried out by us in our present life will be the cause of our future lives. So, our karma dictates whether we will be rich, poor, healthy, sickly, happy and sad and so forth in this life and future lives. With each life, we either increase or decrease our karmic burden.

  Did karma play a role in bringing Eve to cure me of my ED?

  Had I done the correct thing in having sex with Eve? What did I know about her?

  This was the first time I had unprotected sex. What if I got infected with a sexually transmitted disease?

  What if she became pregnant?

  Suddenly my cell phone rang. Who could be phoning me at this hour? It was Eve.

  “Adam darling, have you slept? I was thinking about you. I was getting the strange feeling that you would be disturbed by today’s happenings.”

  “Yes, Eve,” I replied truthfully, “I’m still trying to figure out what happened today.”

  “It was predestined,” she replied. OMG! How the hell did she know that I had been thinking about karma?

  “I think you’re also afraid of me getting pregnant or contracting some disease from me. Right?”

  Was she a freaking mind reader or witch?

  I blurted, “Are you reading my thoughts?”

  “No, dear! I just guessed,” she said soothingly, “Don’t you worry. If I get pregnant I’ll take care of it. You will not contract any disease from me. I’m clean. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  “Good night, Adam.” Her melodious voice had a magical effect upon me. I was already thinking of my next encounter with Eve.

  Karma be damned!

  I fell fast asleep.

  TRYST WITH A DEMON

  ‘Like attracts like.’ It means that our thoughts, attitude, action and expectations attract and create people, situations, and events which conform to our positive or negative expectations. I feel my love for the occult was the reason behind all the future occurrences in my life. What started it?

  My dad loved comic books. He had a vast collection of these comics. I must have read them, a zillion times, especially the occult series. These comics helped me develop an interest in ritual magic and the occult sciences.

  My favorite comics were about vampires. I was fascinated with the vampire’s powers: immortality, superhuman strength and speed, ability to influence and hypnotize people and animals, the power to transform into a bat / to disappear and reappear at will / to travel through time. To me, they were the ultimate superheroes.

  I wanted to be like them. Never mind if I had to shun daylight and sleep in a coffin. I wanted their powers! My friends thought I was crazy. I had stuck posters of vampires on my bedroom walls and used to call out to them. Bite me in the neck. Make me a vampire like you. Nothing happened then. Slowly, I lost interest in these mythical creatures. I removed all the wall posters. My interest in the occult, however, kept growing.

  There was a bookstore which sold old and rare books in my neighborhood. The owner’s name was Jacob Rosenthal. He was a nice guy and very knowledgeable. I had visited his shop on numerous occasions in the past and bought many books. He welcomed me. Some book lovers were browsing the books. His book shop was a favorite haunt of book lovers from all over the place.

  My glance fell on a black colored book. I pulled
it out of the shelf. It was about evoking the dark powers with invocations in the Enochian language. The book was an English transliteration of the Enochian language. [Enochian is a name given to an angelic language recorded in the private journals of an English mystic John Dee and his colleague Edward Kelley in late 16th century England. According to Dee's journals, Enochian was supposed to have been the language which God used to create the world. Adam (the first) was also taught Enochian so that he could speak with God and the angels. Modern occult researchers consider magical rituals using the Enochian language as the most potent of all magical practices and very few dare to use it fearing severe consequences.] I was naïve. I was excited. Wow! I would be able to contact the demons and ask them to do my bidding! I would be like King Solomon. I paid five bucks for the book. If Jacob had not been pre-occupied with the other clients, he would have definitely dissuaded me from buying this book.

  I took the book home and hid it in the cupboard. I was going to read it at night after my parents were asleep. At around midnight, I ensured that my bedroom door was shut. I switched on the bedside lamp. I started reading each and every evocation in the book without understanding the meaning of a single word. I finished reading the book within 15 minutes. I waited expectedly. Nothing happened. I kept the book in the cupboard. I was disappointed. I switched off the lamp and went to sleep. I was soon fast asleep.

  It must have been around 2.00 am. I was suddenly awakened by an unbearable putrid smell. My chest felt heavy. I was unable to breathe. It was as if a boulder had been placed upon my chest. I was petrified. I saw, at first dimly, and then clearly a huge foul shape over me. It had a huge toad like face and its body was that of a gorilla. It was trying to crush me with its weight.

  Luckily, I started chanting the various Hebrew names of God (JHVH, ADNI, AGLA, AHIH). With great difficulty, I traced the banishing pentagram over the entity (for more details on pentagrams, see APPENDIX). I called the divine forces for help. I vowed to destroy the evil book if I was freed from this entity’s grip. I kept on praying. It seemed like eternity! Suddenly the nameless creature disappeared. I was freed. Everything became quiet. I fell asleep immediately with sheer exhaustion.