I find the holidays the hardest time of year.  While I take some pleasure in the opportunity to do charity to both man and beast alike, there was a day, a few years ago when I was lonely and tired. I was hiding in this little town and saw these kids playing in the yard of a newly constructed brick house. their mother and other relatives in in  the house, finishing their holiday meal preparations.  Cars parked in tandem along the street, On both sides. It was a quiet road I was hiding near by in an old building that was almost covered by old trees my pickup hidden in a deep ditch out back invisible from the road. The scene was a picture of holiday happiness. I caught a goose that was loose by the road  in my need for a meal. I waited until the family was inside at their own meal before I cooked my own bird. I feasted on bitter memories of the cult I had escaped from. As I watched the kids and their family sit down to a feast together. I was sad
"Why was my home so bad, when so many others had a good home? Did I not deserve a good home too?"
I was not yet ready to see what the truth really was I blamed myself for Everything bad that happened. But remember how I was raised. I was acursed by God and Jesus. I was a Nephilite. I watched the family in that house afraid that they might come looking to see why smoke was coming from the building just fifty yards from their house but may be the fact that the wind blew the smoke away from this house and that I built my fire in a deeper hole and shielded it from prying eyes with a wall of brick  oner the one window, that was there. It was a long peaceful night.  The next day However I was forced to move on. Two  B.F.D.C. bounty hunters stopped at the house after showing  photos of me to the home owner and telling them how dangerous I was. The conversation was as follows
"Good Morning  Sir."
The bounty hunters said. as they aproached the homwe owner and a companion dressed un hunting clothes.
"Happy holidays to you gentlemen, What can I do fer ya?"
The Home owner asked. His companion stood near by just listening


 " We are looking for this boy an escaped Mental patient. His mame is Sean Riley, and he  is a very dangerous sociopath."
The first man said. The home owner looked at his wife Who stood in the front door, she nodded and went into the house.

"He escaped from a mental health facility over six months ago."
The second man  adds handing them a flyer with the details they were using. I could hear only thanks  to some thing acquired at my last job. Something seemed off in the tone of the home owner and his companion. The two men seemed to be engaging the Bounty hunters keeping them talking.
 
"Oh really? How dangerous is this Sean Riley?"
The home Owner's companion asked. looking at the flyer.
   "He kills for fun and with no provocation."
 The Men were told. They listened then the home owner said "You look like a couple of nice fellers, but What mental instutution  did you say this sociopathic Killer escaped from   again?"
I saw his wife in the house on the phone.
the two bounty hunters looked at one another.      
 They seemed not to have an answer, and some how This was not going their way. Thunder rolled behind me as I watched the scene play out. I had little cloice the place where I hid my truck was fifty yards away from  where I hid across open ground.  

Then arrived two sheriff's deputies driving fast. The home owner and his companion  both smiled at the bounty hunters.  Who blanched as the two men  faced them.        
"If you really lost a dangerous Sociopathic mental patient these boys here can help ya find him."
The home owner said. I stayed out of sight and watched as the bounty hunters were cuffed and led away.

"What had just happened?"

 Then I saw something that chilled me to the bone. The home owner his companion wore Pentacles showed them proudly to the bounty hunters, and laughed as the sheriff's deputies did the same. This town I was hiding in was a city of witches!
 two men were led away the sheriff's cars passed my hiding place and I hid shaking. Those bounty hunters were not going to see ther light of day again. I knew it and I felt sick!  To me it was a renewed terror that made me flee. after what seemed like hours passed, I finally was able to get to my truck and escape.  

"Witches saved my ass again, That's the second time this had happened." I contemplated, As I drove away from that town  My body shuddered I sweated and actually threw up along the road side a few times. The bird's left overs, discarded in the ruin I had been hiding in. I was too terrified to take them. I was thinking as I drove along the road way in to the on coming storm that was ahead of me.
"It's insane and yet it has happened twice!"
I had to pull over and try to think. But something inside me screamed all the louder.
"Twice Satan, had saved me from the B.F.D.C. What did he want with me out of all the nephilites?"
I thought. The storm cleared and the next city that came up. I got a hotel room and fell asleep exhausted.  I woke three days later as I gathered my stuff the manager came pounding on my door. I opened it and two cops stood behind him.  I coughed a little and then said
"What day is it?"
You owe me two nights more."

"O.k."
I said calmly still groggy.
I paid him then after the cops left I noticed the dirty walls and less than clean sheets on the beds
asked. "What day is it?"

"Friday."
The manager answered more pleasantly.
 
"I'm sorry to take up your room for so long. I never heard any one."

"You never heard us?"  

He asked. I shook my head and he laughed.

"You were tired then."

he said.
 He was right, I had been tired I was trying to out run the devil. I drove on the next day I found a restaurant and got some fries not wanting to burden my stomach too much. I didn't throw up again I found work in Dallas. and was there for several months. The boss was one of those born again christians who believed women and young boys, were the play things of powerful men, and when I caught him raping a seventeen year old male employee. I  called the cops on sight walking out of the store's inventory room, and when the cops came to the store the manager denied it but the cops staff and customers suddenly gasped as the entire electronics section lit up with the security video. Showing the crime in progress. The Manager stood his face reddening as he was led away.  The victim's parents lookd at the manager. Mouths open in shock and horror as female employees also came forward the boy looked at him.
"If we don't  submitt to him we are fired."
He said.

"Who put that Video up?"
a cop asked.
No one knew but I had decided to make myself scarce. This was something the B.F.D.C. would make a big deal over. and they did show up in Dallas three weeks later.

"Mr. Allison, we hear you are a good honest christian man under false accusation with which we can help you if you  cooperate fully with us,"
Reverend Holcomb told the pervert.
  "You may have seen this boy at your store?"
 "Steve yeah he worked for us, and he and that gaybo brat Millner They framed me then the other employyes...."
Allison began. "I'm a good christian man..."
Holcomb smiled as he patted the pervert's shoulder. Comforting him with false compassion.
"I know and believe me, I do understand. satan's minions are everywhere, That boy you called Steve, is one such evil being."

Allison sighed.

"He faked video footage showed it in the store the day I was arrested. Him and that gaybo bastard Millner."
       
"Don't worry just tell me where Steve lives and I will prove you innocent beyond any doubt."

Allison sighed. No one knows Steve's address was a post office box in a near by town. Bx 192  Warcrossing Texas. "

Allison replied. the man fat and balding looked at the reverend who Smiled.

" That is indeed a smart demon Then WarCrossing Texas you say. The very edge of Tartarus Valley... Interesting."
Holcomb said as he suddenly left the visitor's room.  He sent out more bounty hunters but a news cast forced him to call them all back only hours later.  The deacon's Court were caught executing a fourteen year old rape victim. a reporter telling the story for zzn news said.
"Police aren't saying who called in the anonymous tip that led them to this field, just outside of Belle Starr Texas, late last night, But what They found, was a scene from a horror movie. in a circle of thirty men was a fourteen year old girl tied to a post and oil soaked wood and brush piled around and over her beaten and raped body. Today forensics got to work and the field is being dug up. Hundreds of human remains are being uncovered as the digging continues. More informaation is comming in as we speak and as you can see behind me the field is yeilding up thousands of bodies buried by a cult called the Baptist Fundamenaltist  Disciples of Christ. Located in near by Belle Starr.  The remains were buried after being burned then crushed by a large plug of stone driven into the hole over which the stake was placed on a platform. The bodies of these victims, were then crushed  huge stone plugs that were left to be spat, deficated and  urinated on by members of the deacon's court. These men Denied any wrong doing and claimed they are doing God's work, but the proof is all around me."
Wade Metzler ZZN News.    
I was no longer in that town of course. Leaving quickly Millner and his fellow employees of the store  also quittting for safer pastures after several men in black suits tried to interrogate them, about me.

My cell phone rang. I let it go to voice mail

"Hey Steve where are you Man? you got rid of sherman Allison the local perve! call me back bro. "

Three weeks latter a cop came to my old shed and found the phone.  He smiled
 "Clever boy this Sean Riley He knows to dump the tech toys."
 He told his partner later.
It was smart to dump these gadgets. The number was traceable and the contents were unsecured. I knew that from my searches on the internet.