by J.R. Bowles
CHAPTER 38
Thomas slumped over the porcelain bowl. After he regained consciousness he had thrown up. What was he going to do? He didn't think he could handle any more of these visions. He hoped his plan worked. He had spent all of yesterday formulating it. He had used the devil's own money which he had received, and had placed an ad in the New York Times. He wanted to draw the Beast out. He didn't know what else he could do but he would at least try.
His add had read, “Each night at midnight I have joined with you and now it's time for us to meet. I will be front of Macy's at twelve noon today. I think you will know me.” The ad would be a small block on the third page of the front section and he felt it would be noticed.
Thousands would probably pass him on the street and millions more would read the ad and wonder how strange it was. Some would probably turn out on the street just to see if they could figure it out. He shrugged, it didn't matter how many showed and he might not be able to tell who the beast was but he felt he would be able to recognize the beast after all he had experienced so far.
He ran the names of the people over in his head. Billy, Morgan, Jackie and Jamal, why was each one of these names given when he had one of the visions? He knew the Beast was involved but it all seemed so strange. The blasphemy that each vision had displayed was a sacrilege to his Lord Jesus Christ.
And the evil of the succubus, Becky, why had that occurred. Had the Beast sent her, or it, he corrected himself for those dark angels had no gender. Why had she been important? She was quit lovely, he thought.
He shook his entire body. Where had that thought come from? Was he becoming a degenerate.
As he shifted his weight from the porcelain bowl he saw a swift shadow with his peripheral vision dart quickly past. His heart thumped rapidly and he jerked his head around to see what was there.
Nothing. It was his imagination. He sighed and slumped down to where he was sitting on his legs. Again he saw the reflection of an erect shadow image move across the medicine cabinet mirror but this time he moved slowly to stare at the mirror.
Again nothing was there.
As he sat there looking at the mirror he felt as if someone or something was standing behind him.
He whipped around expecting to see Becky, his succubus.
Nothing! Damn it he was being driven crazy.
He pushed himself to a standing position and stumbled through the half lit room to his bed.
He had to get some rest for he had to be in front of Macy's by noon.
As he laid down he formulated his plan. When he had identified the Beast he would recite the scripture which had come to him in his dream. He thought about the verse and he felt sure this would vanish the Beast back to the pit from which he had came.
“Get the hence Satan.” He repeated aloud as he drifted off to sleep.
