A factual account
THE
BOOK OF PTOTH
or works from the original
songs
of the Book of Solomon
translated by
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Regardless of what you the reader might think or believe, the events told in this brief account really did take place, at an address in Sydenham, South London in 1976. Anyone with a genuine interest is invited to contact the author.
Out of the great wide yonder...NO, it wasn't a windy and dark rainy night. Gremlins, goblins and the likes of Tasmanian devils had been and gone like they do.
It was just your ordinary morning as far as anything ordinary goes. Walking past the dining table on my way to make breakfast in the kitchen of the house in which I lived alone in a quiet cul-de-sac in Sydenham south London, I was surprised to see a hardback book lying closed on the table. I had not been reading it and there was no one else in the house, nor had I received any earthly type visitors overnight.
And, just like that, was how I met up with the Book of Ptoth. The book was somewhat old and smelled musty like an old schoolbook that had been unopened on the shelf for a good many years. The title read:
The full name of the translator escapes me now but her first name was Mary. I sat down to breakfast with the book and discovered it was a book of spells, with incantations in Latin and English and a comprehensive subject index.
Curious, I studied the content over a long breakfast. The comprehensive index of spells covered every conceivable human wish. I had been alone for some time and finally decided to try one of the spells to attract company.
The instruction detailed that I had to scrupulously clean my dining area, lay the table for three; place three slices of bread, unleavened if possible or ordinary if not, and three glasses of water on the table, then recite the incantation in Latin and English before going to sleep at night. The incantation was little more than a welcome extended to the spirits of the night to visit my home and partake of my food and drink and hospitality. In return for the sincerity of my hospitality they would decide among them which would stay the night and the remaining spirit would then consolidate the spell, according to the text in the book.
The book conspicuously warned against treating the matter frivolously.
This particular spell took three days, and it worked. True to what the book said, I met three strangers in three days, all in unusual and interesting circumstances. By the time of the third day and the third meeting, I had all but forgotten the spell—or rather, it was no longer to the front of my awareness.
Yet after I had parted from the third person I had met, I realised that the spell had in fact worked, exactly as it was written in the book. I went to look again at the book, which I had placed on a shelf above the downstairs dining table, having had it in my upstairs bedroom on the night of the spell. It was nowhere to be found in the house, a mystery as great and unfathomable as its inexplicable appearance.
With the passing of time, I also became aware that three undeniably negative elements had also become caught up with my life—negative elements that continued to counteract the benefits of meeting a companion through the spell, and which remained until we later parted company again, almost three years later.
Make of it what you will. I have seen ghosts. Check out the pages of this web site for the stories. You'll find some links on the features page.
You can also check Orla. 'Luck
FINALLY
If anyone has ever encountered this book please let me know! This is a sincere request, and a sincere story.
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