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March 17th. 2004 True Ghost Stories of the Paranormal. Vampire Lestat Maison's Ghost Hunter and Exorcism Musician Journal

The Little Dead Girl continued 03/17/04
NiGht of The Buzzard
Was driving down an old dirt logging country road near the old Butteroff Farm when I noticed many many Buzzards sitting in the dead trees of the forest. I've heard that Buzzards are descendants of Mothmen. I stopped the car as I know some of these Buzzards in the area. As a ghost hunter and now exorcism musician (learned from the legendary exorcism musician Jakob Lemy Zook) you learn to communicate psychically with buzzards.

Buzzards understand death. They eat death. They love the smell of death. They seek out death. Their digestive systems are made to consume the dead. Finding death is their life. And as a paranormal ghost hunter and exorcist you learn to communicate with the buzzards as they can tell you who has died. The missing dead. Where to find bodies of lost souls who have met untimely deaths as they may have consumed the body. Lost souls now wandering. Buzzards love all things dead including finding a dead tree to roost in at night.

I looked up above my car and the large dead Locus tree directly above me was filled with buzzards. I then noticed a ghostly very large, nearly pitch black lone buzzard sitting alone in a gangly dead tree down in the hollow. The evening was getting dark. They were beggining to roost high up in the trees for the night. I began to sense a communication from the lone buzzard in the hollow. The buzzard looked transparent with black dark feathers which seemed to sway in the darkness as the wind blew through the trees. The communication of a buzzard is a communication in death. You can smell the odor of death in your mind. A psychic communication that you can hear in your mind. A very ancient communication.

The buzzard spoke. "The little girl your looking for is from Gettysburg."
But, beware of Pig Girl. I fell asleep that night and dreamed I was in an elavator going down, down to a bottom basement floor. Drifting down to the bottom floor morgue basement of the York hospital. The elavator came to a stop and the doors opened. There were 4 men and a woman standing at the entrance. They we're smiling strangely....and pointing to a dark room in the basement. I then heard a choir sing
Necrophilia.....click here to listen Re-creation vocals performed by the Donovan Dreamer Quintet
Necrophilia....
Necrophilia....
Necrophilia.... (?.....).
Necrophilia.....
Go down to the Cellar boy (?)
Go down to the bottom floor (?)
She waits for you in there (?)
She waits for you in there....... (?)

To be continued..............
The night Pig Girl Showed Up...........................