In late 1980 I lived in Tampa Florida. I rented part of a house from a friend. We had known each other for several years but were not particularly tight. My rent helped him, a place to live helped me. We will call him Zippy.
Zippy was friends with a Satanist band, mostly the bassist, we will call him Blind. Zippy and Blind were trying to open portals to hell, worshiping the devil and other foolish and scary things. I was friendly with both of these people but was not into what they were. But what ever they were doing started bleeding over into my life! This is what happened to me.
First: I was driving a hotrod Firebird. As I was pulling into the driveway slowing down to stop, the accelerator went the floor, I had to stand on the brake to keep from going through the living room. The only
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