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THE MALEFIC MIDNIGHT MUMMY                Terry Stokes

Over many years of attending occult and spirit groups, meeting of all shades and colours in a bid to further knowledge, one can come across some strange people. Many very much talented, some self deluded and a few outright frauds. So it was some surprise that a man with talent in this area was to cross my path and had not come from a group such as this at all.

I felt I had gone as far as I could personally go and awaited a teacher when, on travelling on a bus to visit my girlfriend via a route I rarely used, I noticed a man opposite me who had a remarkable aura and unusually powerful psychic eyes. I badly wanted to speak with him but just felt unable to instigate the conversation. However, I knew he should be my teacher.

There is a saying in occult circles that, “when the pupil is ready, the teacher will appear”

The philosopher Neitzche described this hunger for knowledge as “Wissenstrieb” and said it was an inner compulsion to explore and I recognised that from some inner place the man had knowledge that I wanted to explore.

Alas my shyness paralysed my speech and to my horror he left the bus and I thought that was that. But a few months later he came into my father's tiny shop and I remarked, “I saw you on the bus some months back”, to which he replied, “I thought you would speak but you did not.”

So began the new friendship with my teacher.

Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote, “Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers”. And many people want wisdom in the realms of the paranormal.

Part of a magician's training is in Astral projection, soul travel - now fashionably called O.B.E or out of body experience - this takes time and special exercises. This man was an astral master who could knock the spots off me.

One particular evening some friends and I were laughing and chatting, when at the front door appeared this talented teacher. On saying that he and I should meet up on the astral plane in order to visit a pyramid in Egypt, he was met with howls of mocking remarks and laughter from the room. His face turning red with anger he turned to me and said, “This is your house do you mind“ ?

I told him to go ahead and he said, with a pointing finger, “Right! Whoever you are you will get it at midnight tonight and tomorrow”, before walking out.

The room was quiet for a couple of minutes, then conversation resumed and soon all was forgotten.

When all had gone home and on the stroke of midnight, I abruptly awoke. When you are suddenly wide awake from sleep and the room geels very cold, this is a sign that something of great supernatural significance will happen.

So it was, that a crashing and banging began downstairs, as I and my new wife sat up in bed listening to the smashing of furniture and feeling the vibrations of it through our walls and ceilings. I heard the glass of a window break, followed by a large Victorian sideboard with ornate mirror on top, topple over and crash to the floor as the whole house just shook.

A few moments of quiet then brought the realisation that whatever creature was doing this damage, plus the electric feeling to our now very cool room, told me it was something from another plane of life. I did not want to be trapped upstairs if it should, and I felt it would, climb our stairs.

Leaping naked from the bed, leaving my wife in tears, I walked to the top of the stairs and, peering down into a murky fog swirling below, I snatched a large crucifix from the wall - a present from my superstitious mother. Feeling myself tingling with power I held it aloft, while uttering the words to the 23rd Psalm as I climbed down into the darkness.

I was in total amazement as the fog mysteriously drew back in front of me as I walked on, watching as it swiftly dissipated through the walls.

Momentarily gathering a full breath as I stood naked before the door to the room, I threw it open and put on the light, holding the crucifix aloft as I spoke the words I often used in times of trial, “In the name of God, go to your place of rest!”. In theory, you can then astrally follow the Beast back to its “libken”, which is the old name for a lair.

However, as my eyes accustomed to the fog-dissolving light, I saw all in the room was miraculously perfect. The window was completely intact, not one stick of furniture had been thrown about, including the large Victorian sideboard which had vibrated in the bedroom as it crashed to the floor below.

The Bible refers to demons as agents of lies, and these tricks told me the demonic category they were from and just how subjugated they were under their master, my new friend.

It was a strangely quiet day accompanied by a great deal of deep thought. Until my wife, half way through a television programme, brought horror to my thoughts by reminding me that we were promised two nights of this.

So in silent anticipation at midnight that evening we were somewhat surprised when nothing happened.

Only later were we awoken by sounds coming again from the base of the stairs and as I lay there in bed anxiously breathing heavily, I heard every step on the stairs creak as if under a great weight.

The door soon opened and into the room lurched the staggering site of an Egyptian mummy, swathed in bandages and stinking of death and decay.

My wife had a screaming fit as it walked heavily to the bottom of the bed, turned to walk at right angles along by the base and then its essence “dissipated” or dissolved, through the wall.

I could not understand those wood blocks on the feet of the thing and in fact it was many years later I learned that mummies would have wooden blocks nailed to the bottom of their feet and this explained the clumping sounds on the stairs.

Over a period of time I was also to learn a great deal from this about the workings of and the creatures inhabiting, the astral realms, which would later stand me in very good stead when I would be on callout for people anywhere in the country requiring healing or deliverance, now called an exorcism

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Author Terry Stokes is also a lecturer and broadcaster in paranormal studies who welcomes feedback from readers.
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