Detroit Rock City
When I was a teen, I grew up on the mean streets of Detroit, now this was before my parents could afford to leave the city and move to the suburbs. At the time we lived in an apartment next to this older black man whose name was Malcolm.
I thought Malcolm dressed funny, but I always saw woman, extremely attractive women (white and black), coming in and out of his apartment all hours of the day.
My parents both worked and as soon as they could afford to move us from the neighborhood, they did. After when we moved, I thought that would be the last I’d ever see of Malcolm, but I was wrong.
One day I happened to be running home from “Holy Redeemer” a Catholic High-School, because I was being chased by “Billy” a red-headed, Irish, bully with freckles and acne all over his face. I called him herpes-face.
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Photo of Eldorado Motel in Detroit, MI
Photo of Morris Day
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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.
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???