A Screwed Up Morning:

(February 1, 1992)

by Brian Matthew Kessler

158-XX-XXXX

By now, I am sure you have heard about the mess between some of my neighbors, their friends, my friends, and I. It has probably been blown way out of proportion and rumors probably say I held half of H court hostage in my room or something like that. I present here exactly what happened from my point of view. This is exactly what I wrote in my written police report. I realize that perhaps other people may have seen it differently at the time and perhaps I went too far.

At about 2:00 am I walk into my apartment. I go into my kitchen to get some food and find that most of my food (nearly $80.00 worth) was stolen from my apartment. My friend Mike who was staying in our apartment said that some of the people who hung out next door were over. I went next door to ask if anyone saw anything. They denied seeing anything, but a short kid with red hair and a baseball cap seemed to be acting suspicious. I subtly say that I was going to go back to my room and play a curse on the food too make the thieves ill. He acts like he is trying to hide a fear of this. I chat for a short time and go back to my room. My friend Mike and I perform an evocation of the Spirit Belial from the Goetia and request the spirit places bad Karma on the thieves and Belial accepted the request. When we are finished with the evocation we find the suspicious kid waiting outside the room. He challenges me to go outside and fight him, which goes against my general pacifistic beliefs. I close the door on him and try to ignore him. Him and his friends start to knock on my door and run off. I told them several times to stop acting immature and go home to their mothers, but they continued. I then told them that I had a knife and only the utmost restraint kept me from leaving the room and attacking them (still I had no intention of physical violence). I then notice that they are peeping through my windows, watching me, and invading my privacy. I get out my toy gun and start playing with it. I never told them I had it and only through their invading my privacy did they know that I had it. I did not realize the amount of people who were getting concerned. I figured that they would just get scared and leave me alone. Because of my upbringing, I did not want to involve the authorities unless it was absolutely necessary, however I would have done so before any actual violence had occurred. I regret any inconvenience that I caused and I neither expected it to go this far nor intended it to go this far. I can assure you 100% that no event like this either could or should be expected to occur in the future. Furthermore, at the time I did not realize I was doing anything wrong since I never told them anything that implied that I had a gun or threatened any harm to anyone intentionally, with the exception of allowing a gun to be visible to those who were invading my privacy and peeping through the crack in the closed shades. My sole intention was to scare my harassers off without physical confrontation, involving authorities without a cause that I felt was significant, and without getting anyone in trouble.

In order to clear up a few things I forgot to present in the police report, I will state them here now. There were two reasons I had the toy rifle here. A) I have a friend in SSTV who wanted to use it to do a scene for his soap opera (The Wraith) and B) I was planning to hang in on my wall for decoration.

Furthermore, I am NOT accusing the person mentioned above of stealing my food, I am only saying that I suspected that he did. I NEVER said anything to him that implied an accusation (unless his mentally wasted state was misinterpreting things, but his own friends present could even vouch for me on this).

Furthermore, I do not wish to make the school scared of me for my summoning spirits. I do not do it often. Furthermore, I do not do it unjustly. Being that I did not stick the spirit on specific people, but rather the unspecified thieves, they essentially brought it on themselves, especially since I never have been one to keep my occult involvement a secret. If my food is returned, I will be more than happy to summon Belial again and call him off.

I wish to apologize to anyone who may have been gravely disturbed or lost any sleep over this whole affair (except the people harassing on me, spying on me, or stealing from me... you get what you deserved).