Many years passed and the ocean of time washed my fourth grade experience from my mind. Even with such information life goes on. When I was in H.S.  I started hearing  rumors that the Devil lived in Mastic. I heard from a few people that he had revealed himself to them or someone they Knew. It was rumored that he drove a Pinto. He supposedly liked the Pinto because it would burst into flames when it was hit from behind, and the occupants would immediately burn to death.

Once when I was fifteen or sixteen something strange happened to me. I was at William Floyd H.S. I had just finished weighing in for my wrestling meet later that afternoon after school was over. I had just barely made weight and was given a two pound allowance to eat for the day. I had starved myself so I could make weight, so some fellow wrestlers and I went over to the Deli across the street. While I was waiting for my sandwich a kid about my age called out my name. 

I could see him talking to a few of my friends and they immediately pointed towards me. He approached me  "You're Tim Ladd." he asked.

"Who wants to know", I asked. 'I thought it was strange that someone I didn't know had somehow tracked me down inside a Deli'.

"Satan told me you were here", he said.

 Well that blew my mind a little. The boy went on.

"He is here for you." he said.

"For me." I asked.

"Yea, for you and a few others. He's right over there next to that building." he said, pointing across the street to a candy store where all the heads would hang out and smoke pot. "He was talking with us and I asked him why he was here? He mentioned a few names and when he mentioned your name he said you were close and pointed to the deli." he said.

"He hangs out over there with us sometimes. He lives over by the William Floyd Estate. He likes it there because of some terrible slaughter that happened near there way back when." he continued.

"Well im not going over there." I said.

"He dosen't want you write now. Satan said he still has a while to wait, but he's staying close by. He told me where you were and I wanted to come see for myself. He told me not to say anything to you."

I was again terrified. At this time in my life, I was not a firm believer in the afterlife, and I was skeptical. The bus was leaving to go to my wrestling match and I had to get on it. My sandwich was ready and I left.

Why would Satan come and seek me out? I couldn't figure it out. I was now more confused than ever. I honestly didn't know what to make of it. I didn't tell anyone and I just went on with my life, and  the ocean of time drifted me away from this incident, and eventually I forgot about it.