Thursday, March 08, 2007

Out of the Noxious Abyss (The Ica Witch)

The Author’s First, and New Paranormal Story, in over a year

Out of the Noxious Abyss (The Ica Witch)


Assuming I am still sane, and was sane at the time this took place, I shall try to explain to you, what had taken place, which has not befallen any man to my knowledge in quite the same way, ever. I have no evidence left, but my experience, yes, that alone, and those who took care of me of course during this trying time.
It took place while I was digging, that is, in the process of digging I should say, in Ica, a location in Southern Peru, known for its past witches. Something I did not hold as dependably true, only that legend marks it so. I felt something was hidden underground in a certain location I was excavating, perhaps some treasure, antiques, gold, as in tombs found in Sipan, Northern Peru, this was my premonition anyhow, at the time. Ica, as I have already said, is in the south of Peru, and this certain area had not yet been excavated, actually much of Peru has not been excavated, and it is truly the Egypt of South America.
Anyhow, I am writing this after the fact, this abyss, or hole in the ground, I discovered turned into a cave like environment once within its parlor (I have ventured back a few months ago to see the full interior of it, it is massive, a maze); it has a chill to its walls, and bats circulating near its dome. It was mid summer of 2005, when I first started digging at this very location, when I discovered what I discovered, which I am only now writing about, and now in the Mantaro Valley of Peru, surrounded by the Andes. No one has believed this story, friends and all, family, but two people, Professor Adelmo Mani, from Los Andes University, and my Peruvian wife. Ah, yes, they have been faithful to the core. The press (whom I have tried to talk to) thinks this to be just another factious supernatural story of abnormal psychology I made up. But contrary to their belief, it is far from paranormal psychology, or supernatural fiction, yet I am not sure how to label it.
I am thankful to the good professor for his acknowledgment; it saves me from being off balance, a nice term, instead of insane. I have always tested out to be rational, and there are no family traits of mental imbalance, yet I told the professor as I told the press, and my wife, and the doctor, I told them all of my confusion, my findings, experience, lest they read about it, as they say, in a fictional magazine somewhere done the road. Yes, I get confused like everyone else in the world, when strange phenomena’s happen, especially to ones self.

At this point, I do not care what people do with the account I’ve told, for I’ve told it a hundred times since, and to tell them again, would be simply a loss of breath, so I shall write it out vaguely, for the curious reader, and stamp this case closed, for I’ve survived it. No indeed, it accomplishes no good to verbalize it any longer.

ICA

My name is Lee Wright, my writers name, one I use often, or have used, and for those who remember the news a few years back, several years that is, in the Viru Valley of Peru (1999) to be exact, when I first came to Peru, for this is my ninth time, today being the 8th of March, 2007, artifacts were found (I have one), of soldiers 1050 BC to 600 AD, they were used in rituals, stone artifacts, depicting soldiers, and witches, and devils. Thus, it would seem to me, some kind of devil worship was taking place in the valley, so that was where I got my inspiration to follow it through, and all roads led to Ica, where this worship originated and migrated from. There was a lot of change in the Viru Valley throughout the past two-thousand years, and throughout Northern Peru per se, the Coastal areas likewise, as well as the mountainous areas (cultures came and mixed, if not died out completely, and renewed with new ones), and all the way down south to Ica, where I traced the madness of the cult worship, where legend has it, witches live. How I ended up at this one particular site, is perhaps involves more luck and chance, or bad luck, than providence.
Once I created a hole which lead to the abyss, for I had punctured the earth’s surface several feet deep, which widened the rim of the hole to several feet in diameter, a stink came out and something with it, and that is when I got my so called madness, where the horror took place, she lurched out of the abyss (let me say, again, for all, there is no pattern of psychological illness in my family tree) but she, the shadow in the abyss leaped up and out and on me, deep within my intestines I felt her, like a bloodsucker, or mosquito sucking all the blood out of me
I call her the Ica Witch, witch or not. Here was some ancient being, perhaps two thousand years old, bathing inside me like cancer. This shape seemed to cause my internal system to collapse, as now she was out of her dungeon, and seemingly found a new home, me.

Amiss

I thought there was to be an archeological find here, that was all, not a witch or its shadow, or its rotting soul, I fell flat on my back, speechless, my thoughts and mind amiss, almost unconscious, and perhaps was, I somewhat forgot, my mind muddled. My wife finding me, semi conscious, she took me back to the Hotel, and then to Lima, where we have a home, and then on to Huancayo, in the Mantaro Valley, that is where Adelmo comes in, Professor Adelmo Mani that is, and my faithful wife Rosa.
As I was saying, my wife found me in quite an unbecoming way, and took me back to Huancayo, where I saw a doctor, and talked to the press, and so for and on. Adelmo visiting me daily, and him and my wife waiting for my senses to come back to me; I do think they both had their doubtful moments on this witch issue, but my behavior was not normal. My speech was unclear, so they told me, along with other peculiarities I shall try to describe. They said my eyes gazed strangely at everything, around me, as if I was seeing it for the first time. I was also told I walked clumsily wherever I went, for several weeks these abnormal traits of mine, continued. It was as if I was relearning how to walk, talk and have conversations. I was seemingly curious of normal everyday things. Things I knew, or should have known.


The Collapse

At this point, the collapse had taken placed fully inside of me, that is to say, inside of me I now vaguely can remember, but I lived mainly in my mind, lived in a fog, where a voice similar to mine spoke, gave me facial expressions I didn’t want to make. I seemed to have been woken up and then put back to sleep. I will not attempted to give you a point to point account, I largely had to do what it wanted, yet learning all along I was not me. Also I learned during this period, my mind had, or seemed to have different limits, I could explore the witches vast labyrinths, something she frowned on. She was infinitely old, not hundreds of years, but thousands I would guess. She had lived in that tomb like abyss for centuries I would deduce, its dark complex maze, I saw her pacing it, year after year, after year, I was saturating her with old memories, as she was draining me, of me within the shell of my own body, yet I remember I continued to retrace her life, it seemed to become more detailed the longer she remained within me, and the longer I focused on her past. Much detail came into my mind, constantly, until I could glance at her past as if looking into a mirror readily, at any moment. This is when she left me, vanished, perhaps into someone else, surely not back to Ica, she left because all I ever did was report her ugly existence back to her, she had limits also, things she could not endure, like all of us I suppose.
The only tangible proof I have, is by those who came to see me during those days when I was not me; so I presume that will have to do, if one seeks additional proof of this account, that is.

3-8-2007