My newest friend, Leonard “Lenny” Stevens is a handsome boy, with dreamy dark brown (chocolate) eyes and thick, burnt sienna hair. He stands around 5’ 7” tall and weighs 125-130 pounds. He is my age—13, born July 5, a day that Lenny and his family called “Margga’s Curse” because of a witch’s spirit that tried to kill Lenny’s family on that day every year.
Lenny works helping my maternal grandfather Jack Lybrook fix up the old farmhouse that Grandpa bought from Lenny’s dad. The house used to belong to a bad—as in evil with a capital E—witch named Margga Dekownik, who inherited it from her paternal grandfather, Ludwik Dekownik. Lenny’s paternal grandparents bought it after a group of other witches and wizards called the Fifth House of the Council of Magic killed Margga and sentenced her spirit to some underworld place for evil creatures.
Lenny lives up the road from my grandparents in a blue house with his dad and 2 of his 3 sisters. He and his dad know a lot about the weird history here. They have told me a little of the history, much to the disapproval of my mom and grandparents.
About Margga Dekownik
According to Lenny, his paternal grandparents owned Grandma and Grandpa’s house, which a sheepherder and farmer named Ludwik Dekownik built in the 19th century for his oldest son Titus. Lenny’s paternal great-grandparents Reginald and Kate Myers owned the neighboring property. Titus and Reginald were friends and hunted together until Reginald accidentally shot and killed Titus on July 5 while hunting in the woods behind the 2 houses. Titus’s only daughter Margga Dekownik was a self-proclaimed witch who swore vengeance for her father’s death. She conjured magic that killed Reginald and Kate and spellbound their spirits to Myers Ridge. The Fifth House of the Council of Magic immediately sentenced Margga to a 1,000-year incarceration, but she escaped, stole a valuable spell book from the Council, and used a powerful spell from its pages to create a plague that drained 90% of magic from all creatures within a thousand-mile radius of Myers Ridge—including members of the Council. A protection spell she put on herself saved her from the plague. The Council called on other councils and obtained enough magic to capture her. They stripped her of her protection spell and added to her incarceration, but were unable to lift the spell on Lenny’s great-grandparents. She was killed during another escape attempt. The powers of spirit law bound her spirit to serve imprisonment in Yalendora (a deep, underground abyss reserved for evildoers, similar to the underworld Hades in Greek mythology). Her spirit was sentenced to return annually on July 5 to the scene of her crime to seek forgiveness from Lenny’s great-grandparents. But every July 5th, she continued her sworn vengeance against Lenny’s paternal family. Over time, she killed 3 family members: Lenny’s paternal grandparents and his mother.
The Council never recovered the spell book Margga hid inside her father’s house. Many years later, a young Lenny found it after his paternal grandmother bought the house. He relocated the book to a place beneath the attic floor where he hid toys and other childhood treasures. The attic is now the bedroom I share with my sister Sasa, and the dusty black book is an old, oversized log book that has no title on its hard leather cover. Its pages are askew and filled with numbers and strange figures, like secret code, which are predictions written as poems, spells written as songs, and some strange recipes that I’m sure no one would want to eat. I’m the only one who can read the book, when it reveals itself to me. When it doesn’t, the pages are blank. Having it has been a blessing and a curse.
Margga attacked me and tried to kill me for my psychic abilities. I had no choice but to defend myself and strike back. I destroyed her spirit and saved Lenny and his family from suffering her curse any longer.
Some of My Psychic Powers
Lightning struck me and, IMHO, unlocked strong psychic abilities in me. I believe everyone has degrees of psychic powers in them, but some people are more “gifted” (or cursed) than others, the same way some of us are naturally inclined towards music or mathematics, for example. The lightning changed me and made me aware of these abilities in me.
- When Daddy came to me during my coma, he told me I was in a coma. I believe my “astral body” separated itself from my physical body to allow me to travel out-of-body to meet with his spirit in the astral plane. This is called Astral or Mental Projection.
- Though Precognition or Premonition is described as perceiving events in flashes of detailed insight before they happen, I hear buzzing sounds before strange events happen.
- Retrocognition or Post-Cognition is the ability to see past events. I can do this only when I touch people. It isn’t something that I do purposely … it just happens.
Psychic abilities are also known as extrasensory perception (ESP) and sixth sense. There are many kinds and I am slowly discovering and developing new ones.
But when I fought Marrga Dekownik’s spirit on July 5, I knew little about real psychic phenomena, so I questioned my sanity a lot that day.
Ghosts I Know
Mediumship or Channeling is the ability to see and talk to ghosts and spirits. My first experience was when I was in a coma and saw and spoke to my father’s spirit. Some people who are involved with studying psychic phenomena say this was a precognitive dream. I disagree. But it was no dream when I saw Daddy’s spirit again in my bedroom at Grandma and Grandpa Lybrook’s house; I was wide awake.
Having ghosts and spirits pop in and out is something I cannot control. And I cannot beckon them to appear. I always thought channeling was done on purpose by psychics to earn money from customers who wished to speak to their dearly departed. This isn’t so … in my case anyway. It’s unnerving when they appear unannounced. And it creeps me out every time. Although the ghosts I wrote about yesterday were nonthreatening, they were my third and fourth experiences with channeling, which left me rattled. They were Lenny’s deceased mother and the man who killed her. Their appearances were short, so I feel I need to say more about them.
Rebecca “Becca” Stevens was 36 when she died 5 years ago on July 5 (the day of Margga Dekownik’s curse and Lenny’s birthday) between 9 and 9:30pm, right at sunset when a car struck her along the road she lived on while she changed a flat tire on her car. She was born and raised in New Cambridge and met her husband Howard Stevens at New Cambridge University. They married and settled at Howard’s current residence on Myers Ridge. She owned and operated Becca’s, a restaurant located at Alice Lake. Her oldest daughter Lynelle owns and runs the restaurant now.
From seeing her ghost and photographs at Lenny’s house, she was a plump woman similar in size to my maternal grandmother Evelyn Lybrook. Becca had intense ice blue eyes and brown hair. In some pictures, her hair is long and straight like mine, and in others, it is short.
The polite and absentminded ghost who appeared at my grandparents’ porch to warn me of danger once he remembered, was that of the driver who killed Becca Stevens when he struck her with his van. He too was killed in the accident—by decapitation, which was why his head fell off when he tugged his shirt collar. I have yet learned his name or other identity.