However, the grim reaper has literally come to me and looked at me almost threatening me if I don’t recount what happened in my house. I told my significant other I saw the grim reaper under the tree and he said describing him to me “did he look like this” and I said yep exactly.

Well here is the story that I have been procrastinating sharing.

Last year we spoke to a woman about getting a cat. She sent a photo and I chose the cat Camilla not his real name. As I had been looking around the internet I kept seeing information at the shelters about bonded pairs of cats. They are bonded they have to be together. I was brainwashed into this nonsense. In any event the woman brought Camilla and Diana and because I had read the information on bonded pairs I said I’ll take Diana too. Well actually I took to Diana and could have sent Camilla with the tough hair and pensive personality back but agreed to keep her because I had made a promise to this kitten.

Immediately I evaluated their personalities, Camilla’s personality was intelligent and suspicious and very mean spirited I recognized that but tried to recognize that maybe this cat acted this way becuase of jealousy of the prettier cat so I did everything to try to make it up to this cat but never could he kept getting meaner and meaner. Meanwhile Diana was blonde with unique designs and the kindest of cats. Diana always had a comforting presence for everyone and could always be depended on to comfort those in distress. Meanwhile if Camilla observed someone being to kind to Diana Diana was going to get it one way or the other.

In other words Diana was the perfect cat in every way. She used her litter box and had perfect behavior. Camilla to this day has litter issues he has decided to find items around the house and cover his litter box with these items and this is how it is for him. However I began to notice that if Camilla was admonished for something pretty soon Diana would be doing it the wrong way too even though he was perfect. Diana knew to use the litter box but I observed Dian not using it and Camilla looking at her making sure she did it the wrong way and there were other occasions like this.

I did not connect the dots or was not giving that this was a channel until the cat Diana died he was run over by a car. Essentially the message was Princess Diana was born perfect. She was raised to be a great Princess or Queen if necessary. However, she was deeply tormented by Camilla and if she did anything that looked inappropriate it was not her. It was Camilla manipulating her and the media. After all Camilla is the patron Saint of the Media.

As for Diana’s actions they were manipulated, actions were manipulated, lies were told and Diana as we all know was tormented to the point where she was miserable and death is better then life. My chanel is saying on the night she died something happened to make her flee from the hotel not because of the reporters. There is more to that night then we know.

This is how my cat aliased Diana died. Both male cats were in heat and I cracked my window = a tiny crack and Camilla pushed the window open and jumped out. Diana followed her and jumped out too. Diana came home and was put in the bathroom while we waited for Camilla to come home. Diana snuck out of the vent and left the house. This is what I have been told. Camilla came back and Diana never did. I thought Diana was such a beautiful cat that maybe someone had taken her and she was with another family. The man that lives with me said they both would go to the yard behind us and stay all day and when I went to get them I thought wow who could blame them. The woman literally has a cute little cottage perfect for a cute little kitty. However, no Diana was not there I found him run over in the middle of the street with his organs laid out. His liver popped out of him . I literally had to scrape his body off of the road. I loved that kitten so and every time I think of him I burst out into tears. Camilla is still with us hissing at my grandbaby cat when I have to babysit him and doing something to shame him into covering his litter box.

The man thing I am being led to say is some people say Diana was pregnant with Dodie’s baby. I don’t think she was. There may have been secret plans for a reconciliation between Charles and Diana or pressure for that to happen. My significant other loves Camilla the cat. I do not like Camilla and can hardly stomach being around her. One of them had to go Camilla or Diana and Diana went, This is new information as I write . I have been under duress to write this. If more comes I will write it. Again I am a non editor so if there are typos I am sorry. It is done.

My total outrage and despair against sports and women of color came with the treatment of Castor Semenya who was treated terribly, from the humiliation of looking under her clothes to confirm that she was female and when that was confirmed tested for too much testosterone not artificial testosterone but testosterone that occurred naturally in her body. Never mind, that black men have more testosterone then most other males and and they are still men which follows that a female child of a black man would have higher levels too. White organizations wanted to insist that Caster was a male and even made her alter her body to lower her natural female levels. Finally the most heartbreaking response was Semenya saying well my grandmother had my mother and she looks just like me……. I wrote about my feelings on this blog in this post long ago Semanya Just A Baby .

I can only imagine how I would feel towards the world especially the world of white people if I had to play the parent of Caster Semenya and relive all of the inappropriate treatment meted out to Caster by certain white organizations and even certain black men because they were mad because she was a winner. Well Will Smith had to relive all of the inhumane treatment meted out to Venus and Serena Williams as he played their father and I’m sure he was horrified and appalled at it all. When one looks at women’s sports one realizes what the world really feels about black women. When one looks at women’s sports one really realizes how the world feels about Black Women who win fair and square. When one looks at women’s sports and the horrible SPOKEN words that are said about them one realizes that words hurt. We have seen words literally take some black females out like Gabby Douglass and to some extent Naomi Osaka. However King Richard, the father of Venus and Serena knew somehow how to shield his daughters from those words to make them winners no matter what. In the words of Arthur Ashe when I played in South Africa, (prior to the end of apartheid), I knew I had to protect myself psychologically and I had to win. Unfortunately, for black female athletes they still have to protect themselves psychologically for the crime of being winners.

When Will Smith states he had to protect the actors in the movie, this is because playing the Venus sisters as they were small children was probably really painful as they experienced mind blowing discrimination and pain, but the sisters continued on. As the pretend parent of those black women and the husband of a black woman. The insult by Chris Rock to Jada Pinkett Smith, his wife probably overwhelmed him after knowing what is really thought of all of us after playing the father of Venus and Serena and knowing that some black men actively participate in the spread of hate against black athletes. Chris was too much.

I end with this quote by Maya Angelou “I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

” Maya Angelou May 28, 2014

Finally what the Academy needs to realize is that celebrities’ are no longer cute little dolls to be dressed up by the studios and trotted out, they are hard working individuals who work and earn their livings. Not only do they earn their livings but they are open with their hurts and their problems and are vulnerable and targeted for being celebrities. Yes they are A listers but no one deserves or needs to be roasted by a comedian after living and experiencing a normal life.

Liv

Imagine if you will an event where people dress up in fancy clothes to attend an awards ceremony, They dress to the nine and they think they look their best and feel their best. This is an awards ceremony for the hardest of workers and the leaders of the award make Sambo the host to make fun of attendees. An ignorant loud mouthed Sambo that has nothing good to say about anyone. They say the best comedians make fun of themselves but no this one make fun of the audience and his only goal is to make people feel bad. Well this is the Academy the organizations that hands out the Oscars.

In terms of real life this indicates a fatal flaw with everyone to have a favorite. To embrace a Chris Rock to the detriment of everyone else I suppose it’s called favoritism. However, in terms of race relations Psychological Studies say that white people have no appreciation for the very great performances of Jada Pinkett, Will Smith, or even Denzel Washington. The studies say that white people will only embrace people of color if they are perfect in everyway. The same rules do not hold for their fellow white people. The studies show their fellow white people can be flawed in several ways and have one great skill and they are still relevant to fellow white people. This is never so evident in the academies embracing of a literal buffoon Chris Rock in favor of everyone to host their event. If ever white people needed a spotlight on how they choose their blacks the academies embracing and promotion of Chris Rock is a spotlight.

This is played across workplaces everyday. There are people of color who are very qualified and skilled at what they do. However many workplaces hire the person of color who can bring weed and women to the leaders of the company. They hire they stereotypical black person who is rude and makes nasty jokes about fellow employees because that’s their boy.

We have all seen the slap that was heard around the world of Will Smith maybe smacking, or maybe pretending to smack an unsuspecting Chris Rock when the threat of a slap even if it never hit his face is good enough for everyone. What critics of Will Smith do not know is that slap meant a lot to people of color and people who love people of color. The simple truth is words do matter and Will Smith showed with a simple action that some people need to keep their tasteless comedians in check because what the white race allows some black people to get away with is not tolerated in the white race.

A perfect example is rap lyrics that talk about heinous crimes currently on black radio right now. Now we know white mom’s went against the gaming industry and tv to get ratings to protect the sensibilities of their kids but not a peep from anyone in protecting the sensibilities of black children and teens because maybe society thinks blacks are not sophisticated enough to be hurt by words, however they are.

Let me illustrate to you my childhood elementary years in Decatur Georgia where ironically I sat behind Erykah Badu. She was a beautiful girl with long black hair that was always perfect, shining hazel eyes and a big laugh and perfect handwriting and a straight A student. Nothing to criticize here you would think but big lipped Jerry Prince who had a lot we could have said about him would torment her every day about her every move. Anything good anything perfect he would attack, in our classroom we had the owner of a successful car dealership , it was a pontiac dealership then, now they own a huge Mercedes Benz Dealership and the classmates mother has never lost a case. Jerry would torment the girl just because the dealership was successful and meanly say if my dad had not given your dad the loan you would not have anything and that was the light stuff he said to her. As for me I guess I was an ugly child and we had pen pals with another school and Jerry found out who it was. It was all supposed to be a secret with no real names used. I think I used my initials and Jerry told my pen pal my initials stood for Old Beast OB. My penpal wrote me saying what was being said and did not know what t say. Evidently I was an old Beast because when we met the pen pal ran from me. The biggest thing Jerry ever said to the white dude in our class was. You have all A’s if your final report card comes home with all A’s you better find a way home because I’m going to beat your ass. Evidently he had forgotten the fact that Jim’s mom had kept him back a grade for getting a C and Jim had not choice but to get all A’s.

When Will Smith allegedly smacked Chris Rock, he showed his love for his wife Jada Pinkett Smith. This is literally the modern day version of Emily Bronte’s Poem How do I love thee let me count the ways as a sign of love towards his wife.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

This poem is in the public domain.

Even so Will Smith Smacked down all of the tasteless bullies, the Jerry Princes’ of the world. The ones that have Erykah Badu saying maybe nazism is okay. This comment by Erykah I want to say was not directed towards Israel or Jews it was directed towards the life of torment that people like Chris Rock put their classmates through in grade school. Being classless and tasteless may be okay for the Academy but it does nothing to further love and peace in the world. Will Smith did not lose control he went to war for us all; and all is fair in love and war. Hopefully the war was won against bullies. STOP IT STOP THE BULLYING.

What the world needs now is love sweet love and Chris Rock has not given us any of that but Will has plenty of it. Thank you Will Smith. You know how to love………Thank you for loving Jada, thank you for loving a black woman so much you stood up for any and all of us that’s ever been bullied.

In this ratchet housewife neighborhood that I live in these people have not heard of going to a club or a bar, they just wait for their neighbor to move in with a man or move in and and take their neighbors man. It’s really so strange because the neighboring city is supposedly the hip hop capital and full of men and I personally see eligible single men all the time. I suppose the pathetic ratchet housewives are waiting for me to bring them home so they can steal him which though I get my own I have a hard as hell time keeping them

Examples of ratchedness on my street is I’m driving down the street and a married woman stops me and says her husband has left her and moved across the street and she can see him having sex with the other woman through her bedroom window. This is a heartless desperate ratchet that is incomprehensible on the part of the man and the woman. Ratchetness is looking up your ex husband and one of the people on related people is a woman that has an address down the street from you and the nerve of it your address too. Like what is he going to do hurt me for my possessions becuase we are not divorced. In this sentence I declare he has not claim to anything associated with me, he is disinherited and this text is my digital signature.

I mean how ratchet is it going to get and is it the whole area or just this street. I have seen one woman going door to door knocking on doors while the wives of the street were at work and if there were any doubt as to her profession either she was a dancer or something else because her upper thighs were the tightest I ever saw. I have witnessed a woman coming to my neighbors house everyday while his wife was at work and he eventually married her. What the hell is wrong with these men and these women. It’s not even ratchet housewives but thirsty housewives.

As we speak of racism let us think about those people in my race who seem devoid of all morals who will sell drugs to their neighbors, who will sell their bodies to the neighbor, and who will prey on another’s spouse . There are bars and clubs for single people but thirsty individuals have never even heard of that.

Everyone should know that Alice Walker’s Color Purple is alive and full functioning in my neighborhood but let’s not just blame the men but let’s look at the women too. Racism does exist but racism is not telling you to sell drugs to your neighbor or sleep with your neighbors man. This is just plain pure demonic activity. Everyone should pray for this community and pray that demonic activity leaves this neighborhood, leaves this street. Pray that the angels come into our neighborhood and fight the Satanists on our street those people who have an oath to demons and some people do worship demons because shockingly they say so .

If you think I’m crazy imagine being in bed with your significant other and having women cry out for him outside your window. This is a truly disgusting RATCHET area. It is pretty shameful that there are people in this world who don’t know how to go to a church, a book club, an educational institution, a bar, or a club but come into a residential housing neighborhood with the expectations of stealing a man and they do.

The morning rooster is not a real rooster and not male . It’s a female crack addict that starts screaming at 5 am in the morning or sometimes earlier. This is not all the morning rooster does. The morning rooster tries to get in the UPS truck with the UPS man to do a trick or approaches every man that comes to the neighborhood for a new trick. Don’t leave your guests or even your workman alone or the the morning rooster will try to give it a trick. Be careful angry workmen wives will call you asking where there man is and he’s with the morning rooster and the morning rooster has a free garage door opener just like the one you paid the workman for. The morning rooster is not discerning she approached the very old junk man to perform her tricks for. That’s the morning rooster if I think of any other concrete jungle animals. I will add them here. I just had to add this now considering the rooster finished her scream/cackling moments ago.

I suppose the worst part of the concrete animal is that if she especially likes a man she shares her crack for free messing up the minds of others, destroying families and destroying lives without care. Wives and girlfriends need to warn their workmen about these women. There are no corners anymore just people who walk up and down the street being roosters. Don’t know what’s wrong but one morning she started screaming her man is in my bed. Hmm makes u go hmm but that’s the concrete suburbs. One day you wake up and have a hubby the next day he’s stealing your TV to give to the morning rooster so they can have a crackathon. Families destroyed

It goes down across from the high school and no one gives a damn.

Hmm sub urbbs – translation under urban

I have various ideas they come and go. Right now the ideas are sort of slow but I am waiting for the universe to send more ideas. I am asking anyone who reads this to pray a prayer of prosperity over my family and me and that Good shines favor upon us. I know that prayers are powerful. I know that prayers mover mountains. Pray that God releases me from all hurt harm and danger and persecution. I have always had good intentions and love towards my family, community, and everyone I come in contact.

I was the one who confronted the superintendent when our county was about to lose their accreditation or had lost it when we were all gathered together and he started talking about poor people. I said poor people did not steal the book money. We are not hear to discuss poor people we are here to discussed the accreditation of our schools so our kids can get admitted into accredited colleges. He then made a solid promise to get the accreditation back and he delivered on that promise. I have given people on the street money and clothing and volunteered in my community not because I had to but because my humanity demanded it . I am asking everyone to pray for me, to pray hard prayers for me that my family and I can have peace from persecution and flat out bald faced lies.

I decided at an early age to be a good person and I have the certificates from educational institutions and churches to show that to others I looked like and acted like a good person to them. Please pray for me and pray a battle pray for me that I can overcome the attacks of the devil and the demon possessed. Thank you in advance and expectation of the prayers you will pray for me. Please ask your neighbors and your community to pray for me too. Prays move mountains and miracles are real.

O

She was a pretty good woman but only had one vice. It was the sin of fornication. She would say God has granted me every gift.

The first Gift: Seeing The Dead

One year had been particularly hard for Saint Olivia. All she had had seen the whole year were ghosts. A jolt of electricity would pulse through her like a seizure and she would see a spirit walking by. She could have thought she was crazy but she would google the location and it was an area known for ghost like activity or an area where someone had died. On a cross country trip to Boston she had stopped to rest in Baltimore Maryland and literally saw spirits walking across the street to the store. Guess they are getting cigarettes she thought. One night while waiting for her sister outside the symphony on Halloween night as she sort of heard the crescendo of Halloween tunes from her car she saw an apparition with a top hat walk by and she immediately used her device to research it and sure enough there is a top hat Ghost that walks the Queen City. Eventually, she started seeing so many spirits she began to cry and learned that you could pray that gift away. However, this particular gift is relevant to how portal to hell began to be known as portal and I will dedicate a whole portion to that story after I finish telling you about St. Olivia’s gifts.

The Gift of Healing:

There are time of reaping and for years St. Olivia’s mom resisted the reapers call. She retired from her job as a school teacher disabled and lived twenty years after that. In that time she did suffer a stroke like so many others but she lived. The medical professionals stated that St. Olivia’s mom had half a brain but she lived on. People would knock on Saint Olivia’s door angry that her mom was still alive. They would say my mother died of a stroke why is yours still alive? The most notorious one was her former boyfriend D. She really forgot his name so she called him D. He would come by irate and say my grandmother was younger then your mom and she died of a stroke why is your’s still alive or Ms. Betty who worked at the gas station who would say why is your mother still alive my mother died of a stroke.

In some ways St. Olivia could not take credit for her mother’s living. She did take credit for noticing in the hospital that her mom was actually having a stroke. Her mom would just fade out or shake out for a small moment and only she noticed. She asked her mom’s sister who eventually left for the tropics, do you see her fading out? She said no. They treated her like she was crazy for noticing that her mom was fading in and out. Finally she asked her cousins wife and she said she did notice it. Olivia’s mom had been having an allergic reaction to the medication and had had a stroke as a result of it and she had clearly stated she was allergic to that medication when she had entered the hospital but the foreign doctor did not give a damn. Ironically after the stroke her mom had been assigned doctors of her kind who gave her the right care.

She only did what her mom told her to do but her presence helped keep her alive. St. Olivia’s mom kept herself alive. After she had been given the wrong medication in the hospital that caused the stroke, she pretended to take the medicine at the hospital but would hide it, This was revealed when she had to stick her body through a hole in the hospital for a body scan and they had to take her out of bed and over fifty pills fell out between the sheets. She had refused to take her medication. The hospital released her soon after that after she told an attractive thin blonde nurse to wipe her ass wipe her ass now. St Olivia’s mom seemed to enjoy saying that like this was a reason she had sat at a lunch counter in Greensboro N.C. in sixties sit ins, This is the reason she had attended the March on Washington just so she could look this woman in the face in a terrifying way and say WIPE MY ASS WIPE MY ASS NOW and do it right. If Mattie had died in that second she would have died in triumph that she had avenged the ghosts of her slave, Native American, white heritage. The irony being many of her relatives were called back but just as blonde or blonder with lighter eyes than this nurse but she went there and the hospital moved to instantly release her. Probably despite the objections of her sister who had left St Olivia’s mom to go to the tropics on a vacay despite her sister’s delicate condition but the folks who lived in the neighboring county who were related to M stuck by her and observed some of the goings on in the hospital.

Anyway St. Olivia’s mother lived ten years after getting the wrong medication in the hospital and suffering a stroke as a result of that. She did die in the year 2020 at the time the plague of the millennium began, As she lived on and on and on and on. The community started to attribute it to St. Olivia when she went to wash the comforter at the laundromat the laundress wanted to touch the clothes because she thought she would be healed. People wanted her to say healing words to them and she did. Saint Olivia eventually proclaimed she had the gift of healing. St. Olivia would always remember her mother’s words I worked eighteen years and got to lay on my ass for twenty. It’s thanks to you daughter. It’s thanks to you. I love you so much.

Gift of Raising the Dead

After St. Olivia realized that her gifts were developing. She suffered an emergency. her blue aquarium fish that had been alive for seven years was drooping. She did everything she could to keep him alive. They had developed a relationship early on. He had been a little sick coming out of the pet store and she had petted him frequently until he started to rule the roost and become so confident that it was amazing. He was not a mean fish though. He would usher in new fish and show them how to hide and survive in the tank. He was her lovey. Well honestly after getting some contaminated per food online, he fell ill. She did everything to make him better but nothing worked. One day St Olivia woke up and he was dead at the bottom of the aquarium she looked up prayers to raise the dead and prayed them and up he shot up awake and lived for another week until he finally surrendered, She was so sad but knew that she possessed the gift of raising the deed.

The Gift of Faith

The gift of faith is one that St. Olivia did not possess innately but based on her other gifts she tried her best. She would say if I can see the dead raise the dead, and heal the sick. I sure as hell can have faith.

There are other gifts and she said she possessed most of them but I want to get to how Portal to Hell got it’s name.

St Olivia the Not so Saintly

She had driven miles to meet this swipe right guy. He was just the way she liked them 6’2 and 180 and really good looking. Maybe she would meet her soul mate? When she arrived in the neighborhood, it was so messed up she was afraid to even ride around in it. She called the man she was supposed to meet while she was riding around in this messed up neighbor hood that she had drive 45 minutes to get there off of airport roads and through this terrifying neighborhood and was slowly looking for the address but could not find it. She began to cry even before she called the man she was supposed to meet to let him know she could not find his apartment. She had not planned on going in but would ask him to come out and they would meet and see if they liked each other. It was a cold dark October night and she did not like fall nights, she loved summer nights, could handle winter nights and had never thought much about spring nights. However, the fall nights were spooky and made her afraid to exit her car at night to go into her home. She would sleep in the car at times if she came home too late at night waiting for the sun to rise so she could run in the house.

She dialed the swipe rights number for help navigating the neighborhood, the swipe righter did not pick up, she kept calling he never picked up, she began to cry. She did not know what she was expecting but she was expecting to gaze into the eyes of her forever man and it seemed like a hoax. He was not picking up. Finally she just called a swipe righter she had known for about a year and never connected with because honestly he looked a lot short to her and had asked her to bring him some food and she did not pay for men. He seemed like he would not even have enough money to pay for a date. In any event they had been friends for about a year. He asked her to come over his house. In abject despair she said yes. She was only five foot three and had been wearing flats due to a knee injury so how short he was at the time she did not really know. So when she arrived he came to the car and they rode around the town laughing and really vibing. She thought he may be poor now but he probably would become someone. He ended up being the one to tell secrets about his personal life. His move from Houston to Atlanta to take care of his daughter, his inroads in the music industry, and that he was a song writer a very good one evidently and his conviction of drunk driving that resulted in him losing everything as he sat in Jail for months. She felt empathy for him and felt the need fot the justice system to at least try to preserve what people had when they entered the system until found guilty. His main wish was that he had stayed in Houston. That was HIS STORY. She was not and never did know how true it was.

Anyway as they arrived back at his apartment he invited her in and they ended up having sex. It was not love making it was sheer unadulterated hard sex. He took her from the front he took her from behind. It was good sex as he pounded her hard. She was always amazed that short men were fully developed and could have large wangers or were great lovers. Still she had the 6’2 ideal but live could conquer that. He fucked the living cum out of her for hours and by that point they were in a relationship. It always amazed her how people wrote to wait three months and how her relationships seemed to develop out of sheer lust. Some of them like her exhusband she had to drag into copulation until he was like oh yeah I like this I’ll do what you say. Anyway they dated for a little while after that. She met his most important family member. She did not always come in but would sometimes bring them food to eat and it was a decent relationship. Despite the fact her former would come around and try to get with her and she would reject him because she never cheated but the ex was a good lover too with a long hard wanger and an aggressive drag her by the hair manner that she really liked but he was Islamic and got mad at her for literally taking all of the sex so he could not please others…… One day he screamed “you took all the sex so enough with that.

Anyway…….. One night St. Olivia sat in her car outside of her lover’s home and looked through the mirror and saw something crawling towards her it was bald and lizard like and she screamed. She screamed she screamed and screamed and screamed. She probably woke the neighborhood up. Her lover came out and he said what’s wrong in tears and shaking she explained that she had seen a bald lizard like creature moving towards her as she looked through the mirror and was terrified. He was like you are crazy. She knew when she saw apparitions and ghosts and such since she had to pray away seeing them that there was always something there and a way to trace the incident. She went home and researched the address, the apartment complex and sure enough there had been a police shooting there where a man and his dog had been killed by a police officer. She told her lover this and he immediately moved out being of Latino origin he believed it.

Saint Olivia believed the demon had come her way because it had been attracted by the wild sex. Again she thought she was a good person except for sexual sins. She also believed ghosts were attracted to makeup and trying to look nice which she did in the most basic of ways.

There relationship lasted a little over three months after that. He did not like her skimpy barely there shorts and t she wore even in the Winter and it made him uncomfortable, The relationship ended with him threatening to blow her up and when she went in the grocery store that evening a car blew up. Hmm she knew that the apparition was due to the shooting at the location but often wondered if there were more going on with him too causing her to see the crawly thing. The next year she did call him to ask if he wanted to go back to the neighborhood and see if the thing would come out again. As she waited for his decision she researched what had happened and read that when apparitions and spirts are seen through a mirror then that is a location of a portal to hell. She told her former lover and he spread the word and their town because of the evil became known as portal to hell PTH. A town so evil that the newspaper said in a whisper the town can not be investigated for corruption it’s a wall of evil.

This is how portal got it’s name.