So, I guess it was a book like that where my
mother, soon-to-be Gothic novelist, Alice Brennan, found
the story about how to sell your soul to the devil by
reading the Lord's Prayer backward on, I remember
the book called it, "Amber Day". So my mother decided it
must be EMBER Day, which has something to do with
Lent, I think, I forget what. So, on Ember Day, she
took a copy of the Our Father, and started typing
it out backward. Then she stopped, and half-smiled
and half-cried, and said:
"Casey, I don't want to do this!"
But she kept typing anyway, and I read,
"Nema, live morf su reviled..." On Ember Day.
And here it is, almost half a century later, and I
have a GOOD job emptying garbage at the Taco
Bell, plus they're going to give me some more
But this was the story of Jackie of the Old
Places. She summoned me up from Hell.
A decade ago, I had been in a homeless shelter.
Now, T. Casey Brennan Internet fan pages spring
up constantly. One of them
is by a brilliant 13 year old computer student
Of all the T. Casey Brennan fan page posters,
she is the most attentive, and the most skilled.
She sends news that enemy nations have accessed her
T. Casey Brennan fan page repeatedly: Iran, Iraq,
I immediately gather emails for government
officials in all three countries, and try to defect, not so
much because I support their form of government, but
Because when I was thirteen, I was being prepared
for the blood. I had started school in 1953 in
the first grade at five, so, in 1961, I entered Peck High
School, in Sanilac County, later to become
infamous as the alleged origin of the Oklahoma City
At 13, I had already become enamored by the
pamphlets provided me, sometimes in huge stacks,
by my school board official parents' right-wing political
These ranged from the rabble rousing populism of
Myron Fagan and the Cinema Educational Guild to the
scholarly essays of Dr. Fred G. Schwartz of the
Christian Anti-Communism Crusade, which shared
offices with the Fair Play for Cuba Committee in New
Later, in my senior year, Peck teacher Robert
Losie would teach a class called "Communism",
based on the Christian Anti-Communist Crusade textbook,
YOU CAN TRUST THE COMMUNISTS - TO BE
COMMUNISTS by Fred G. Schwartz.
At 13, it was eight years since, drugged and
terrified, I had first met
David Ferrie; two
years since I had been taken before the hypnotist J.H.
Earnshaw, D.O.; and another two years before
those men would kidnap me from the Yale, Michigan
airport on November 22, 1963, and force me to fire
from the sixth floor storage room of the Texas School
Book Depository Building in Dallas.
In 1996, I wrote of that Hell in a story called
"Conjurella", fictional because only some of the names
had been changed. It had spurred, not government
investigations, as SHOULD have been, but numerous
T. Casey Brennan Internet fan pages, from the world
over, reminiscent of my former fame as an award winning
writer for the Warren comics, CREEPY, EERIE, and
VAMPIRELLA, in the 1970s.
Among these pages, is one by Jackie, the teen-age
genius. She writes on her page and in her
emails of mad rock stars and vampires. In dreams, I
wonder: Is she, like me, of the Old Places? Did she,
like me, call them up from Hell? Did she, like me,
feel their yearning, those dark cold serpents who ruled
before man, reveling in the endless darkness, breathing
methane gas, now yearning to take back their
ancient home, always waiting, always hoping, to take back
the Earth in serpent glory? Did she, like me,
smell their sulphurous breath, and chant, ABOMINATIONS,
WALK, COME FORTH FROM THE OLD PLACES,
TAKE BACK THE WORLD, TAKE
BACK THE NIGHT?
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