Authors Note:

This novel is based on actual events that happened to me.

I never believed in haunted houses; until I owned one, I was a real-estate agent who bought a house the owner had died in. It was cheap, and run down, and needed repairs so I figured that I could do most of them myself, and then flip the house later for a quick profit.

One night I was working in the house alone, when the lights suddenly went out. I took my flashlight and went downstairs to the breaker box to reset the switches. Suddenly my flashlight dimmed like all the juice had been sucked out of the batteries, and then died completely. These were new batteries that I had just put in.

I went over to the basement windows and pulled back the curtains, anything to let some light in. The sky outside was completely black, we don’t have anymore stars because of all that shit they spray overhead, the “human pesticides” that are more popular known as chem-trails.

If you doubt me, go out tonight, or right now if its dark and look up, you won’t see one star. The sky out the window was completely black, midnight with no moon to speak of either. It was either cloudy, or a quarter moon phase, I don’t know,

But I could not see anything in the dark, Then I walked back and I fumbled with the switches in the dark, looking for the main breaker. My eyes had a hard time adjusting to the dark, but suddenly I saw or detected movement somewhere just in front of me in that ocean of darkness that was the basement, and it was completely unexpected.

There was no one else in the house, I came alone, and no one could have gotten in. You ever have anyone sneak up on you? Like a prank, It was like that.This was the most scared I had ever been in my life.

How scared?

I read about people who described an out of body experience when they died on the operating table or at the scene of an accident before they were brought back.

I was so scared that before I could fully comprehend what had happened, my body was body was scared stiff but my soul tried to jump out of my body to escape whatever it was downstairs with me.

I don’t know what it was, I ran screaming all the way up the steps, and out the door and I did not look back until I was at my car. When your that scared you don’t piss or shit yourself like they say you do in books.

My soul jumping out of my body, was like stepping on a tack, it was something you realize after the fact, not before, and your body tells your brain what happened after you central nervous system steps off the tack, and not the other way around.

After that I quit real-estate because I didn’t want to sell houses anymore. I only did that to get the money I needed to make the proto-types necessary for my inventions, which were very, very expensive. Now I was also a great story teller but first and foremost a inventor by trade, finally someone said, Rath, you have to write about this shit, and I said, “No one would believe me.”

And they said, if anyone could make them believe it would be you…

Hell that sounded like a bet, so I did, and after almost fifteen years this fifth book is completed, and the first five chapter are available as a preview. Why don’t you read for yourself and you be the judge???



When I was a child my father worked as a magician (legitimate profession for Hungarians), and right before the finale of each trick, he would always say the “magic” word, “Abracadabra.”

One day, while waiting for him back stage, I suggested that he try a different word instead of “Abracadabra,” because I felt that using that particular word, had become stale and cliche, especially today.

“I don’t know any other magic words, my father replied.”

“Abracadabra,” is not a magic word, I corrected; I knew how my father did all of his “magic” tricks.”

“Well, of course it is, he laughed.”

“Abracadabra, I said out loud, “You see, nothing happened, I said.” 

You don’t know in what context the word “Abracadabra,” is used for, otherwise you would have seen the magic when you said the word. 

“What does that mean, I said, I guess my father was a brilliant man because nobody could ever understand what the hell he was talking about.”

“Abracadabra,” is a magic word, but what makes Abracadabra magic is that it answers a question, and you don’t know what the question is, so the answer is meaningless, When you have the question, then you’ll see the magic.

“Okay, so tell me the question, I asked him.”

“If I just tell you the question (which is really the answer), you’ll never see the magic, he said.” I don’t want you to use the word, “Abracadabra,” he said,  that’s to abstract, let’s use another word, how about, “Purple, he said.”

“Purple as in the color, I confirmed.” 

“Exactly, my father said, now if “Purple,” is the answer what’s the question, he asked.”

“What equals red plus blue, I said.”

“Great, you just saw the magic, by using the answer “Purple,” now give me the question for “Abracadabra,” he replied.



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