TRAPPED IN A MASONIC WORLD

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to each other that went around and around in a circle, one day you‘d be skint, when one or two of them
were flush and so on. In my right mind, I would have run a mile, but in my then state, - I remained part of
this dangerous world.
It‘s funny really, as I remember asking Lev the origin of his name, I knew Lex, short for Alex, Len, for
Lenny, or Rob for Robert, but where did Lev come from? I‘d thought of Levi, and asked him is that what
it‘s meant to stand for, as we know you can spell ‗evil‘ from it. - Yet he‘d just smile and wink at you if you
asked him that question, - and it‘s wasn‘t until reading Sir McKellen‘s interview, that it‘s very likely ‗Lev‘
was referring to ‗Leviticus‘, and the part of the bible he seemed to be fond of dumping on, could well have
been that section, - as to tell you the truth I never quite made a closer inspection.
One day he broke down in tears, confessing he tried to make his younger brother urinate on the bible, -
why or where he got this weird obsession/fetish from, and at such young age [he was 14yrs old], is
anyone‘s guess, though he had been brought up in care-home most of his life. He told me when they were
younger, they were severely beaten as kids, and he was sexually abused, - whilst both in the care-home and
by their alcoholic stepfather at their own home, [though he wasn‘t sexually abused by him]. His brother
went missing for several days, and was then discovered hanging from a tree over the local park, and at the
back of the house where they both once lived. Local rumours pointed the finger at Lev, saying he had
done it to his brother, and made it look like suicide.
In remember him telling me about the Chris Castle [C18] killing, and how he seemed to relish in
explaining how Stone had allegedly thrust a 9‖ blade into Castle‘s back, by whacking his fist into my back,
as an example of where the knife had supposedly gone.
Anyway, a night or two later we fell out as friends, as he decided to do one party trick too many, and
ended up shitting on the bible in my front room. There were about six or so others there at the time, and I
was more incensed that he had the audacity to do it in my home, - so I threw him out and told him to fuck
off and don‘t come back.
The following night, I was in the bath, I had music playing fairly loud, but not enough to annoy the
neighbours. I lived on a first floor flat, when I heard the smashing of glass downstairs, then seconds on, I
heard the crashing of my front door being kicked open. I at first thought of a police raid, then the
bathroom door, that was already ajar, flew wide open and in run Lev. I‘d never seen him look so crazed
before, he was literally foaming at the sides of his mouth, he was brandishing a large 8‖ bladed breadknife,
[and had no doubt ripped his house a sunder trying to find a 9‖ one], he charged straight at me. I tried
getting out of the slippery bath but couldn‘t, - as he came raining-down with the knife in a striking blow,
but I was able to quickly grab his wrist and fought with him, the tip of the blade cut the top centre of my
chest, leaving a one inch scar, it bled a lot, so it looked a lot worse than it was at the time, I‘d thought it
had gone deeper that it had, - as did he, - I managed to get the knife from him, as it fell down into the bath
water and between my legs.
You have to imagine, it‘s really difficult to try and defend yourself when you‘re in the bath. I was lying
down in the normal bath position, and he was standing directly aside of my right hand side, so towering
over me, though he wasn‘t a tall bloke. I did everything I could to calm him down, when he then broke his
grip and staggered back and collapsed onto the lavatory seat directly facing me. I was still laying/sitting in
the bath, fully aware of the knife between my legs and at the bottom of it.
He then stood up and murmured he was going home, as he passed me he spun back around and lunged
at my ankles grabbing both off them and pulling hard on them, - so I slid backwards with my head hitting
the back section of the bath and my head going completely under the water.
It‘s a good job I was quite agile and have always been relatively fit and strong, and wasn‘t too bad at
gymnastics in my teens, so I was able to grab the sides of the bath and lever myself up and sort of threw
myself halfway out of the bath, landing on my head and back first, and onto the floor. He‘d let go of my
legs, and now put his hands in the bath feeling for the knife. I grabbed his legs and wrestled him to the
floor, - he was snarling like a rabid dog and bit me right on the breast of my chest, he‘s face was covered in
my blood and we fought for a minute or two longer. We again broke our grips and he then got up and
went into my front room, which was open plan - with my kitchen full of knives!
I slipped on my jeans and a pair of shoes, with my white dressing gown on to cover my top half, and
that soon got soaked in my blood. I then went back out to see him, and where he decided to ripped the
telephone cord out of the wall, so rendering the phone useless.
Though he suddenly broke down in tears and fell to his knees in front of me and begged for forgiveness
for what he had just done to me, - and then started to plead with me to kill him. He kept saying he had to
die as he was evil, the devil was in him and making him do what he was doing. - He said he‘d deliberately