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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">It was fairly obvious from the way Trevan Bennett's voice transformed from a lighthearted tone to one of utter seriousness that the message he was trying to relay to Tolek, was of extreme importance. Trevan had several year's worth of lockdowns underneath his belt now, and had run into dark entities on several occasions during an investigation. Being clairvoyant, he took a spiritual and metaphysical risk each and every time he crossed paths with inhuman spirits, and had witnessed possession of a human being more than once.<br/>
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The vibrations of what he'd been feeling up until the meeting with Tolek, the nightmares he'd had last night and the strange sample of automatic writing were nothing compared to what he was about to witness at the table during what should have been a simple meet and greet over a meal. His eyes met Tolek's and suddenly the man he met slipped away, and in his place was something completely foreign. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, and an immediate sense of danger alerted him that the spirit that Tolek had mentioned during their conversation was being channeled through him.<br/>
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The shift from human to possessed human was instantaneous and happened the moment the business card was passed to Tolek's hand. The chill in the air surrounding them, had a few patrons at nearby tables asking their waiter whether the air conditioning had been bumped up or something. Trevan knew it for what it was, spiritual manifestation. In order to manifest or make itself known, a positive or negative spirit, pulled heat from the atmosphere in order to generate its own energy. It could then use that energy to form an apparition, or manipulate objects in the environment that could be captured on video or with human eyes.<br/>
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First, Tolek's mannerisms changed, the air was cold around him and radiated throughout the diner. Trevan silently observed at first, then began to reach for something inside his backpack that rested in an empty chair next to him. His eyes never left Tolek's, it was as if he knew exactly what he was reaching for. It was a bottle of holy water, that had been blessed by clergy and used during investigations where the entities involved were on the malicious side. Once the bottle was in his hand, Trevan waited and watched. Tolek's voice completely changed in a split second, sounding feminine.<br/>
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It could have been anything he knew. The demonic often took the guise of a human child in order to elicit sympathy from humans, and work their way in once they recognized what was in their midst. Their initial lure gradually changed over time, with the spirit demanding more from their human guest, usually causing paranormal chaos within their home and oppressing those vulnerable to having an inhuman spirit possessing them fully. In addition to the holy water Trevan gathered from his backpack, the tape recorder that he recorded EVPs with was flicked to the on position without his guest being aware of it.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"You seem to know me well, but what's yer real name? I prefer knowin' exact'ly who ah'm talkin' to, if ya git my drift."</b> Trevan's distinctive drawl directed the question at the spirit in possession of Tolek's body. </span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
"How many spirits are present here, an' why do ya think its okay to take over Tolek's body? Can ya answer that fer me?"</span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
Trevan heard crickets.<br/>
</span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">"This is just a warning, country boy. Don't drive us out. Not yet...at least. You'll need to keep us around for a while longer. Tolek will need to open up to you and tell you about the true monster that dwells back at that old house. Bye!"</span><br/>
</span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><b>"You have no power here, or over me, spirit in possession of Tolek. Take your threats elsewhere and leave his body. I command you to leave in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Leave!"</b> Trevan's commanding sounding voice boomed over many of the conversations around them, and drew a few stares. But it wasn't what he said, it was punctuated by tossing holy water on Tolek in the sign of the cross at the time he commanded the spirit to leave.<br/>
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Almost instantly, Tolek's closed eyes reopened and appeared to recognize him and his surroundings. Trevan tucked the bottle of holy water back inside his backpack, and turned off the recording. He was going to listen to it later with his audiovisual technician, because he hoped to capture spirit voices on the tape, if he was lucky enough to get anything over the sounds in a noisy environment. Trevan was well aware that he'd provoked the spirits indwelling within Tolek.<br/>
</span><br/><b><span style="font-size: 18px">"Tolek, are ya okay? Ya had a visitor interrupt our meal. Ya can call her by whatever name ya want, but I don' take kindly to threats. I personally don' think these spirit "friends" of yers are all that friendly, if ya don't mind me sayin. I tend to speak my mind."</span></b><br/><span style="font-size: 18px"><br/>
It seemed that Tolek was more embarrassed than anything else, offering to buy his dinner. They'd be lucky to not have the restaurant manager kick them both out on their asses at this point. <b>"I think we better git goin'. We're done here, as far as I can tell. But tell me somethin'. How is it ya can't control when a spirit jumps into you. What have they done fer ya that keeps em here? 'Cause honestly, yer a risk. Yer vulnerable to being fully possessed at any moment, Tolek. Ya have my friend's business card. I suggest you take me up on the offer."</b><br/>
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Trevan stood up and reached for his backpack, placing it on his shoulder as he dropped two twenties on the table, for the meal and the tip to the waitress that served them for all her trouble.<br/>
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<b>"This is dangerous business Tolek, its no damned game. You're metaphysically open to any spirit attack. The ones you got hangin' around are just holdin' the door open for others to come in. I can only pray for ya, and hope that ya take my advice to get a cleansing. If ya want, I can take ya there right now Tolek. I'm fixin to go outside and ground myself, the energy wasn't positive if ya git what I'm sayin'? I'll wait fer ya out there." </b>Trevan uttered, breathlessly.<br/>
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Trevan turned and left the table to get out of the diner, and into the night air. At the table, he felt like someone was choking the breath out of him, and that feeling was going to stop right now. He waited outside for Tolek to follow if he wished, but in the meantime, Trevan used the holy water in his kit to pour over the top of his head, in order to clear his crown and third eye chakras.<br/>
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He would feel better in no time flat, he hoped.<br/>
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But Trevan was worried for Tolek's well being if he didn't seek out a spiritual deliverance from his friend on the business card he was given.</span>