Did I imagine the castle, the dungeon, the ritual orgies and violations? Did Lucy, Billy, Samuel, Eliza, Shirley and NATO make it all up? I went back to the industrial estate and found the castle. It was an old factory that had burned to the ground, but the charred ruins of the basement remained. I closed my eyes and could see the black candles, the dancing shadows, the inverted pentagram, the people chanting through hooded robes. I could see myself among other children being abused in ways that defy imagination. Furthermore, I have no doubt now that the cult of devil worshipers was nothing more than a ring of pedophiles, the satanic paraphernalia a cover for their true lusts: the innocent bodies of young children.

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