An incubus by any other name…

When I was 21, I experienced a horrifying encounter with an incubus — though “incubus” wasn’t yet a word that had been added to my personal dictionary. All I knew was that an evil-feeling male spirit-thing came to me in the night, pinned me down, nearly suffocated me, and tried to rape me. It literally took my voice…

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Tom is home.

A few days ago, a young woman came to me with the photo above and a story. She and her family had been painting a few rooms in their house. They moved some furniture to make room. Moving the furniture, as it often does, drew her attention to some dust. She cleaned. Later, she used…

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