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Cutrier Mansion 2009:
…I pray to God to protect me…
Two columns for an entrance. I walked slowly through the columns w/ an army duffel bag on my back and my acoustic guitar in my hands.
I unlock the front door and it slowly swings open by itself as if unseen hands were politely welcoming me in. Quickly made my way upstairs. Once upstairs I set up 2 digital voice recorders and 2 cameras. I left my offering to Blanch.
and the other spirits in the den. The den was where they used to have
their parties and the legendary WC Handy would be their entertainment. After a couple of hours I began exploring the other rooms. Came around the witching hour (2 am-3 am) when I decided to strum on my guitar as a way to channel the energies through me. In a far bedroom, the room that was furthest left to the onlooker from outside.I prayed again for God to protect me.
… “you hear that Blanch?”
“God protect you this time.”
I was paralyzed with F.E.A.R. for a few seconds that seemed longer after I heard those voices. I compare it to going through a tornado(what happens in five minutes seems like hours). Stumbled out into the hallway with my legs feeling like they were being pulled. The hallway lit up in a green neon. Was like the moon beamed fingers through every crevice where light could trespass the darkness. Shadows merged at the hallway’s end, and slowly crept forward in a threatening manner.
was like
an electrically lit hallway slowly stuttering a black out.
The darkness engulfed me with the wind screaming at me. Then the weight on my legs stopped. Logically, I deduced that my only escape was to go up the stairs into the attic.
Up the stairs. I was in the nerve in the vein that traveled to Cutrier’s brain. In the vein of polluted space where time, past, present and future were one