CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - A SPECIAL REQUEST
The next morning, a student ran down the hall. “Larry,
someone wants to talk to you, but he didn’t give his name.”
“This is a friend of yours,” said the voice. Larry
knew it was Mr. Oliver. “Mr. Steger phoned me back and said this was a
federal matter, since hard drugs were involved; and they are going to plant
cameras tonight to gather more evidence and stake out the place, so they can
follow incoming and outgoing trucks and track down connections. That will
postpone the final raid for a time.”
“Good, that gives us a little more time to settle this
matter on campus,” said Larry. “What we do, we must do quickly!”
“You’re right!” exclaimed Mr. Oliver.
The next afternoon, Larry stopped by the library.
“Miss Stevenson, could we use the auditorium again tonight?”
“You surely may,” replied the librarian.
“And, uh, I need to get some copies made of this sheet
I’ve just typed up.”
“I will have them made. How many do you want and when
should I have them ready for you?” she asked.
“Enough copies for the entire student body, plus a few
extra. I’ll need them by 7 p.m.”
“We’ll have them ready,” Miss Stevenson said with a
Once again, word went out that another meeting was to
be held that evening after supper.
As soon as everybody was inside the auditorium, Larry
had students hand out the sheets while he explained what they were for.
“If you have been injured in any way by effects from
hearing or doing what you were told in that special class, please jot it
down, sign and date it, and have two friends sign as witnesses to verify
your signature. Then have someone in each dorm collect them and bring them
back to me. We might need them later,” explained Larry.
It was agreed that another meeting would be held the
As Larry left that night, he asked Miss Stevenson to
make additional copies and try to obtain written statements from selected
faculty members she might think would be willing to provide them.
“Very likely, some of them will know more than they
may be telling,” said Larry.
“I’ll do my best.”
By this time, only a few of the students were still
attending the class taught by the three spiritualists. Instead of drawing
everyone into witchcraft, the change in events had resulted in many students
praying regularly who had never prayed before. A sizeable number of
half-converted Christians decided it was time to really dedicate their lives
to God. The bookstore had sold out the few Bibles it had. More that had been
ordered kept arriving.
The following evening, before the meeting began, Miss.
Stevenson told Larry she already had several statements and was getting
Students gave their written statements at the door as
they entered. When the meeting started, several things were discussed. Then
Larry gave them some new information:
“I’ve got something to tell you. As you know, we’ve
all wondered about the strange names these three have. Well, I’ve learned a
few new facts.
First, I learned that witches and wizards sometimes
take the names of ancient pagan spiritualists, gods, or goddesses. You will
also find this in witchcraft books, including the Harry Potter Series. A
number of his characters are so named.
“Based on that discovery, I did some checking and
“Circe Centaur is the name of the teacher. In Homer’s
Greek legend, The Illiad, ‘Circe’ is a witch who can transform men into
animals. ‘Centaur,’ in Greek mythology, is the name of a mythical beast with
the head and torso of a human and the hindquarters of a horse.
“Draco Chaos is the name of the wizard in the village.
‘Draco’ is the ancient name for ‘dragon’—a large four-footed snake.
According to ancient Oriental legends, unseen dragons guarded every heathen
temple. ‘Chaos’ is the ancient Greek god of absolute confusion.
“Cliodna Vetala is the name of the witch that lives in
the same house with him. ‘Cliodna’ is the name of an ancient Druid/Celtic
goddess, who is still worshiped today by witches, especially those in what
is called the ‘Wiccan Path.’ In Ireland, Cliodna is a legendary banshee who
wails in delight when someone is about to die. Among Hindus, ‘Vetala’ is a
demon that haunts cemeteries, disturbs dead bodies, and devours people.
“Just explaining the origin of the six names tells you
a lot about how horrible witchcraft is, in all its forms!” concluded Larry.
“It sure does!” said several in the audience while
others gasped at the meaning of those names.
“All this is too coincidental to be an accident,” said
Larry. “Interestingly enough, five of those six names (all except Chaos) are
also names of people in the Harry Potter books,” which are steeped in
Just then, a hand was raised and a student stood up.
“The two ‘guest teachers’ out in the village are demanding that you come to
their home and get this settled. They say you have this whole thing
At this, another student stood up. “A number of us
think you ought to do it, Larry. It seems this would help settle it for some
of us. You quit attending that class before those two started teaching.
Would you please go out to the village, meet them, and come back and bring
us a report.”
Larry wasn’t sure he liked this idea. “I don’t like
getting near witches; but, if I need to face them down so it will settle it
in your minds,—I’ll do it!”
Then he added, “But I want this assembly to select ten
people to go with me, as witnesses to whatever happens. I do not trust those
Another student stood up. “Larry, that wizard has
been bragging that he has a rare Sorcerer’s Stone, which no one can resist.
The situation doesn’t sound good and a lot of us are worried. Just how
powerful is this guy? I want you to know, Larry, that we’re concerned.”
After the meeting adjourned, Larry phoned the wizard
and said he would be coming over the next afternoon.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD
Accompanied by ten students selected by the student
body, Larry headed to, what he referred to as, the ‘witchcraft house.’ He
soon found it to be so.
Knocking at the door, it was opened by a large man
about 6 foot, 2 inches in height.
Larry thought to himself, “He sure has dressed for the
occasion.” The wizard was dressed in black clothes with the usual wizard
cape and turned-up rear collar. Behind him stood the witch, also dressed in
black, with a turned-up back collar. Both had peculiar rounded black hats
which came down to a point over the forehead.
Certain they had dressed this way to impress him,
Larry thought to himself, “More of this shallow fakery, as if fancy clothes
“And who are you?” said Mr. Draco Chaos, with a look
on his face intended to humble Larry into submission.
“Larry Grant; may we come in?” said Larry, ignoring
“I had not expected a crowd. Only you can come in,”
the wizard said with finality.
“Either we all come in or we’ll talk to you right here
at the door,” answered Larry, with even more certainty.
“Well, uh, all right; please come in.”
“Won the first round,” thought Larry, as the group
entered their living room, Larry sent up strong prayers to His Father to
protect them all, guide his words, and show him when to leave.
Fortunately, the room was a large one, and there were
enough chairs for everyone. Larry thought to himself, “They may use this
room for ongoing meetings with other spiritualists.”
Everyone took a seat, but Larry remained standing
close to the front. The wizard took his position at the front of the room.
The witch stood to one side.
As Larry stood there, searching their faces, he saw
not one hint of happiness on either of them. Both wore cosmetics to hide the
dissipation brought on by years of selfish living.
“You will be seated, young man,” commanded the wizard.
“I will remain standing,” replied Larry.
“You will give me your attention, said the wizard. I
have the power to give you what you want in life, if you will serve me.”
Amazed by the sheer audacity of the man, Larry
replied, “I don’t believe you!”
Startled by this effrontery, Chaos demanded once again
that Larry be seated.
“I will not be seated. You are a fake and so is that
“If you do not yield, I will cast a spell and overcome
you on the spot,” cried the wizard, extremely angry now.
At this, the wizard began waving his hand hypnotically
toward everyone there. He was especially trying to hypnotize Larry, certain
that if he could succeed, the others would quickly be frightened into
But Larry spoke up, “You can put your hand down, for
waving it around accomplishes nothing. We came here to talk with you; and,
instead, you try to hand our souls over to the devil.” And then, in a
powerful voice, Larry added:
“In the name of Jesus Christ, I call on the true God,
the Creator God, the God of heaven and earth to protect us from your satanic
arts. Trusting in Him, I defy you and all your devils. We are going to leave
this witch’s den right now!”
Not a sound could be heard in the entire room. Even
the wizard was stunned into silence.
At this, Larry turned his back on the spiritualists
and said to the other students, “We are leaving right now. We have had
enough of this. These people are charlatans!”
Peter, who was closest to the door, immediately stood
to his feet. The others saw this as a signal to stand and begin filing out.
“Isn’t the air fresh out here? So much different than
the stale air in that place,” said Larry. Others were in agreement. To stay
was to be captured; to leave was to be free.
Larry had made a wise decision to leave as quickly as
he did. Not even a Christian should dally in such places. It’s like going
into a saloon or gambling den and lingering there.
“We’ve got to hold another meeting tonight,” exclaimed
one of the students. “Yes,” said another. “We’ve got to tell them what
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - AN EMPTY CLASSROOM
That evening, another meeting was held in the
auditorium. It was obvious that the president knew these meetings were being
held, but he dared do nothing to stop them.
News had traveled throughout the campus, that Larry
had confronted the wizard and the witch he lived with. Not only all the
students, but most of the faculty came to this meeting.
One after another, students came to the podium and
told what they saw in that house with the wizard and witch.
“I’m telling you,” said one, “I’ll never read another
magic story in my life! I’m done. They’re all like what I saw in that place!
All these stories of spooks and haunted houses and enchanted places only
lead people to be more easily get caught later by spiritualism. We have to
leave it all alone.”
“That’s right,” said Larry. “It is the lure of the
spirit world. We dare not play with it. If we do, it’s like getting too
close to the edge of a cliff. It’s easy to fall over the side. Stay away
from the cliff!”
“Yes!” was heard from students throughout the
“Stay away from witchcraft in all forms,” continued
Larry. “If you have any magic books at home, including children’s stories of
magic tales, throw them out!”
This night marked the end of attendance at the
witchcraft class. The next day it was totally empty of students. Boiling
with anger at being ignored by the entire student body, Chaos and Vetala
marched over to the president’s office.
Immediately, the president issued an order to the
entire student body. A meeting would be held the next night in the large
Assembly Hall in Chaffee Hall. This was the largest auditorium on the
campus. By order of the president, it was to be attended by the entire staff
and student body.
As you might imagine, a lot of prayers were offered
before that meeting. No one knew what to expect. Fortunately, by this time,
there was a very large number on campus who were regularly praying and
reading the Bible. Things were very different than a few months earlier,
when the fall term began.
Larry thought it best to arrive early. As he neared
the main entrance to the Assembly Hall, he noticed that a workman, who had
been repairing a handrail on the side of the steps, seemed rushed.
Always anxious to help someone, Larry hurried over.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“I didn’t know there was going to be a meeting
tonight, and I need to stow all these tools, along with other tools which
are in my open pickup. I found I have a flat and no spare tire to replace
it.” The man looked anxious. “Can you help me carry them in?”
“I’d be glad to help you,” said Larry. Going over to
the vehicle, he picked up a couple heavy toolboxes, easily carried them
through the entrance, and followed the workman down the hallway. Setting
down their load, both went back for more.
“You have quite a few tools,” said Larry.
“I never know what I’ll need until I go out on a job,”
replied the workman. “I live down the road apiece and contracted out this
job. I’m not a part of staff here.”
“How will you get home?” asked Larry.
“I’ve phoned a friend and he’ll
be here in a couple minutes, but he has a small car. So I have to leave
the tools inside till tomorrow morning.”
With two hauling in the tools,
it went quickly. Then the workman turned to Larry and thanked him
“Oh, that’s all right; it only
took a few minutes.”
“Well, I want you to know I
appreciate it,” the man replied, “If you ever need to use any of my
tools, go right ahead.”
“Thank you,” said Larry.
As he walked from the hallway
into the Assembly Hall itself, the thought came to mind that he should
sit in the far back. So Larry slipped into an end seat by the center
aisle. Rather quickly, this, the
largest auditorium on the campus, filled with people.
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