Korkal

Carrot Cafe in Castlemaine - good coffee - nice food. But a fearful place; the walls were covered with pagan icons; tarot, Hindu, astrology, native American, Celtic pagan images. To think word of God has been torn asunder and replaced by such false gods; these poor people involved in such sensual perverted worship will only win eternal damnation.

They are so blatant; brochure on wall advertises exorcisms; drive evil spirits from your house - only ordained priest of the church can perform exorcism. It said contact Korkal at the Carrot Cafe.

I asked of her; she was behind counter; a part time witch. It seems witchcraft doesn't pay well enough.

Korkal was handsome woman; short; hair to waist but tied back; she worn purple and black the colours of evil. I could seem why people were tempted; after I spoke to her she came and sat with me; she had a very easy smile; when she looked into my eyes I felt I was in her power; she released her hair; it fell down over her shoulder and her blouse was open at the front; such temptation! But I needed to know of cross.

She said she knew where it was and that I should go with her; I helped her put on her coat; he perfume was so sensuous; would I be able to stay remember cross.

She took me to the Castlemaine Op shop; she had seen it there; but would it sold; was she lying; I would know soon.

The shop was closed. Korkal thought she knew where owner was and suggested I go to her house nearby to use telephone. I felt powerless falling into witch's trap.