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When you feel the weight of an unseen stare but see no one, it might mean somebody,

something wishes you ill sure, but it could be someone else sees that ill intent,

and that ill intent has to go through them first.

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Early on, I was just a little kid. I'm on this pastor told me that I saw a spirit either walking in the light of day or in my dreams at night.

To know that it was sent by Satan and that the devil is a trickster, that this trickster can assume even the form of those dear to me.

I was to understand first and foremost that whomever stood in front of me, whatever appearance they stole, whatever whispers they lied, they met me harm.

But not to fear the pastor promise. All I had to do was call on the Lord's name and shout, Begone Deep!

Do it flea. Back from when it came. That is the mighty power of God's word the pastor said.

So I didn't tell the pastor, didn't tell my mother, didn't tell anybody else what I saw at night, whom I spoke to, who spoke back to me.

Maybe some were not who they said they were, but I learned early on. Many of us are not who we say we are.

My name is Ben Washington, spoke starts.

Understand, we go to a lot of haunted places on the spooked, hotels, brothels, the silums, alleyways, farms, brownstones, houses, resorts.

But never ever have we been to a tattoo parlor. Until now, the story comes to us all the way from Shytown, where our own spooked correspondent, Anne Ford, is underground.

At Odin, Tattoo, spooked.

This building located a 33-13 Western Irving Park Road was originally a funeral home in the late 1800s.

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