It has been several days; mostly uneventful, I'm afraid. Today, however, I had a most peculiar encounter with witchcraft. David and I happened to meet together earlier today; we happened upon a strange house down a long wooded lane. We found that Mom and Bradley were inside, hostessing three visitors; a dark-haired woman, her son, and daughter (both of whom were about my age.)

After sitting for a while, talking with Dave about Final Fantasy and things, the son entered the room, holding Bradley. Setting him down on the floor among us, he announced that "the little one can do it."

What happened unnerved me; the baby's head grew a black, gaping hole, which was followed by layers of wrapping tape reminiscent of mummies' burial wrappings. The hole, followed by the tape, spread downward through the baby's seated body, until the baby's form was covered with tape-substance. Bradley then emerged at the top, preceded by the bloack hole in his form, until only Bradley remained, laughing and clapping. The whole transition had taken two seconds. Then he repeated it several times. Mom and I were shocked; Dave + the invited family were amused; Dave asked why he couldn't learn the same sorcery.

At once I told him that the devil's works were not to be trifled with. The he changed his mind; perhaps these tricks came from the power of God, and he left the room steadfast in his conviction. I followed him, pleading the case that God does not do miracles for fun; Simon was killed for wanting to purchase the power of God, and that in the end times, sorcery would abound. I believe I convinced him, though I still had to convince the boy, who was Catholic, before the immanent departure of his family. He told me that he never read the Bible, due to its "whosoevers," "whithers," and "thou arts." I told him to consider opening an NIV, but he said he'd rather dig into the qur'an. So i rushed upstairs to my room, looking for an NIV to give him. I knew full well that the only one I owned was my own third-day sticker bible, but i rushed it out to him. His family was leaving on a wagon, and i ran after it and tossed the bible to him. Then i was left alone in the woods.

I went to a computer-room, and with Mrs. Simon presiding, i finished up some typing that needed done, which i quickly finished due to my recent incredible increase in speed. Then i crept out, and I met Mom, who had a lunch for me, and we walked over rough, clear stony hills in the hot sun, until we met up with some friends of hers that worked on rock near a mine. My lunch was a half-veggie, half-meat-melt hoagie; it was divine..

The three friends went wild over the sandwiches; going on + on, the way 3 good friends will do, about how good they are + how good sandwiches are in general. I saw Mom having fun with them, but i was not, so i left, down the rocky hill, until i came to a few of my friends at the bottom, near an open sand-flat.

We hung out and moved along, to the other end of the flats, where we saw a candy-dispenser / pop machine, and a blind man sitting nearby. The man asked for a Dr. Pepper, and made a curious observation about Aaron Simon that only a sighted person could know. We gave him a Dr. Pepper, and when I came to a high ledge, we all stopped with out own Dr. Peppers and watched the sun set.

I fell asleep.