Rockstar: The Witch of Pop-Rock-n-Roll

By Alton Foxx Jenkins

A paranormal, supernatural thriller. follow a young woman's sensational and relentless rise to superstardom. Cursed before conception and doomed at birth, she taps into the forbidden powers of witchcraft and sorcery that has flowed through her mysterious family's blood for generations. Tormented by haunting nightmares, selfish manipulations, unbridled greed, lust, treachery, deceit, betrayal revenge, she seeks counsel through magic mirrors with deceased ancestors. Armed with her signature guitar - The GOAT she maneuvers the cut-throat, no-holds-barred world of entertainment as she involves herself in the shadowy world of Satan worshipping to masterfully catapult her career into a rocket's trajectory - soaring to heights of fame and fortune that dwarfs all other entertainers that have come before her. Blessed with demonically gifted talents, she evolves into not merely an icon of pop culture, but a global cuylt phenomena - This is the amazing and catastrophic story of "The Witch of Pop-Rock-n-Roll.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Mar 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9780578474298

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Three

R O C K S T A R

Ichi’s (pronounced ‘Eachey’) family is of French origin. Lady Carolyne was a French born Gypsy prostitute and grandmother to the as-of-yet unborn world super-star entertainer Ichi.  It was just before dawn in the fall of 1957.  At her squalid home in the seediest section of Bourges, France; a nude Lady Carolyne had rolled away the worn and tattered area rug from the floor of her single room apartment.  She pried open the tin lid off the pint sized can of white paint she had recently purchased.  She then took the brush that was supposedly once used by Michael Angelo to paint the ceiling at the Sistine Chapel and began drawing an upside down five pointed star on the floor beneath her feet.  She finished the pentagram by drawing a circle around the star, connecting each point.  She then reached for the bag that held the dirt from a local cemetery and sprinkled it about the entire room.  She placed a black bee’s wax candle at each of the five corner tips of the star, then said a special prayer and lit them.  Then took her pet black bird from its rusted cage (a raven she had raised up for just this occasion) and the family’s King James Bible and brought them into the encircled star with her, where she placed the bible on the floor in its center.  She then kissed her pet goodbye and ringed its neck until the head separated from the body.  She then held the bird above her head and allowed its blood to drip over her head, face and naked body.  She then dropped the head and carcass onto the floor inside the circle.  Lady Carolyne then squatted over the holy book that contained The Lord’s word and she defecated on it and began reciting the unholy satanic verses.  Then the room suddenly became darker and was overtaken by a very cold chill - and a frost was instantly formed on the glass window pane.  Her pink nipples became erect and hardened like thimbles as her body shivered from the frigid temperature.  Lady Carolyne continued reciting the verses as her breath was made visible by the freezing cold air.  Then a horrible smell rose up into the room’s atmosphere and produced a swarm of large black hairy flies that descended onto the mound of feces and began consuming it.  She coughed and choked from the horrendous smell that permeated throughout the apartment, but still she kept reciting the wicked incantations.  She then heard a sound other than her own voice.  At first it was faint - then it became louder and more distinct.  It sounded like someone walking; heavy and slow - a scratching shuffle - dragging his feet on a ground of sandpaper.  It sounded like a dead man walking.  She jumped to her feet and commanded the evil spirit:  Stop! Come no closer.  Identify yourself.  The spirit appeared as a three-dimensional shadow with yellowed eyes and it spoke with a deep vibrating voice:  I am Lord Poneria Larz of the Netherworld.  Who summons Thee?

I am Carolyne, master.  I am in need of your services

Hast thou made thy needs known to Him who abides in heaven?

No master, I have come first and only to you.  For you are great and unmerciful.

And what shall I receive in exchange for my assistance?

I offer you my soul

Then bow down before your lord and speak Thy desires.  Carolyne obeyed the high ranking demon and kneeled before him.  She then expressed her deepest whims to the evil anti-savior.  She pleaded her request for riches.  And she knew they would be granted at a price.  The demonic spirit responded:  I shall honor thy petition - granted one condition.

Yes master - anything

"That I shall have title of ownership to not only your soul - but also the soul of your first born, and the soul of your first born’s first born as well".

Then it shall be she concurred quickly and without a second thought - voluntarily condemning her bloodline for the next two generations in exchange for wealth.  And the evil spirit directed her, saying: go forth now into the city.  Gather your riches from the streets with your hands as you have done for so long with your body.  Take your wealth to Amaruca and bring forth my offspring.  Then a howling wind blew through the apartment, extinguishing the five black candles and sweeping the graveyard dirt into the four corners of the room.  The un-dead raven became re-animated and stood flapping its wings.  The bird’s carcass grabbed its head with its talons and re-attached it.  Then voraciously, it began eating the big black flies.  When all the hairy flies were consumed, the bird took flight; crashing through the window to make its escape.  The room’s temperature returned to normal and the flies and odor were no more.  Lady Carolyne looked out of her broken window that was now free of frost - and to her amazement; it was raining cash money from the sky - thousands of thousand dollar francs fell into the streets of Bourges (this true and mysterious event is recorded by the French government and chronicled in the John Michell and Robert J. M. Rickard publication; Phenomena; A Book of Wonders, p.15).  She hurriedly tossed on a robe, grabbed a burlap potato sac and scrambled out into the street where she began gathering up the bills with her hands.  On the following day, Lady Carolyne boarded a luxury ocean-liner headed to America - where she settled down in the Cajun/Creole area of Louisiana.  There she met and fell in love with a Haitian immigrant who was descendant from a long line of voodoo priest.

    Three years later, the couple relocated and settled in a small town on the California coast between Pleasure Point and Rio Del Mar along Monterey Bay to raise a family.  On the morning of August 18, 1961 they gave birth to their first and only child; Sydney.  The event was celebrated in the underworld and marked in the natural world by phenomena.  Sooty Shearwaters are a species of large oceanic birds with a three foot wingspan that migrate by the millions from their breeding waters of the North Pacific from California to Alaska.  As a massive flock of the birds flew over the town of Capitola where the demon seed called Sydney had just arrived - they all fell dead.  They plummeted from the sky by the tons, littering the roads and beaches, damaging private property and resorts along the coast  (this true and actual event can be verified by The Santa Cruz Sentinel, dated August 18, 1961).  Autopsies revealed no sickness, disease or injuries killed the birds and the reason for their death-fall remains a mystery.  Over six thousand bird’s corpses littered the property of baby Sydney’s family alone.  The stack of carcasses was almost six feet high around the home, and was the highest area of concentration where the dead birds were recovered.  

 Years went by and the child Sydney grew into an adult - practicing black magic and witchcraft like her parents.  Both of her parents eventually died in a freak boat accident near the island of Catalina in the summer of 1979.  Sydney inherited the family fortune and moved north to San Francisco that same year - making her home in the Frisco bay town of Sausalito.  Then ten years later, on October 17, 1989, while the Oakland A’s and the San Francisco Giants warmed up for their third game of the Major League Baseball World Series.  At precisely 5:04pm; there was a slip in the San Andreas Fault near Loma Prieta, and a great quake measuring 7.1 magnitude on the Richter scale shook the bay area - killing scores of people and causing billions of dollars in damage as the underworld announced the arrival of Sydney’s first and only child; ‘Ichi’ (who’s name means my soul).  Ichi was raised in a fatherless, yet privileged and comfortable environment.  She attended the finest schools and was accustomed to all of life’s luxuries. Her after school schedule was filled with various extra curricular activities that included gymnastics training, dance, music and vocal lessons.  Ichi was a good student and a natural performer.  She excelled in academics, sports and arts - throughout the years, she and her mom looked forward to every gymnastics competition, music recital and talent contest they could enter.  Sydney was the proud single parent of the prodigy and developing star - Ichi.  On the morning following her lavish sweet sixteen birthday party, Ichi came home from school calling out her mother’s name - but there was no answer.  Sydney’s convertible Mercedes Benz and Range Rover were both parked inside the garage - so Ichi assumed her mom must be asleep.  She opened the door leading to her mother’s bedroom suite and smelled a burnt sulfur odor and saw strings of black soot floating in the air.  Her eyes cautiously canvassed the room and stopped at a high mound of black and gray ashes sitting upright on the edge across the other side of the bed.  The mound of ashes were as erect and delicate as if a giant cigar had been left to burn itself out - only, the ashes were shaped somewhat like the figure of a person.  Ichi walked closer to the bed and around the other side to investigate.  There, she saw below and in front of the ash mound her mother’s favorite boots, on the floor - with what appeared to be the unburned, but slightly charred lower legs and feet still inside.  Ichi screamed from the top of her lungs and the housekeeper Sophia, ran into the suite to see what was the alarm.  It’s been several years now since that horrible day and neither the police or coroner’s office still have yet to come up with a plausible explanation about how or why Sydney had apparently spontaneously combusted into flames.

    Though a practicing witch herself; Sydney had always protected her daughter Ichi - never exposing her to the family secret, or revealing the family curse.  Ichi purchased a beautiful, ornately decorated urn and held a private memorial service for her mother inside the family home.  There was only a handful of mourners who attended, and when they departed, she began looking for the key to her mother’s private closet - the one which she had always kept locked and off limits to Ichi and the servants.  Ichi discovered the key in a drawer and opened the door.  The room was dark and painted black.  On the floor was a white pentagram with a quarter moon painted in its center.  In each corner of the room she noticed an amount of dirt.

    There were shelves filled with books on sorcery, voodoo and magic.  Some of the books were leather-bound and hand written on parchment paper.  They appeared to be very old, as many of their pages were yellowed and brittle.  Several of the books were written in French, as her mother Sydney was Creole and her grandparents were French and Haitian.  There were jars, boxes and bags filled with odd and peculiar things like bones, feathers and teeth, powders and liquids of various colors and consistency - even blood.  There was a tray filled with a mixed assortment of talons and claws.  There were a variety of stones and crystals inscribed with runes, and an assortment of candles - some shaped like people.  One box was labeled ‘bat wings’ - of course she couldn’t resist opening it.  Upon examination of the contents; she thought that they looked like thin pieces of blackened jerky - but she concluded they were authentic, and replaced the box on the shelf.  In a corner of one shelf was a pickling jar filled with embalming fluid - inside was a human fetus, a pair of crow’s feet and a knotted monkey’s tail.  The jar was wrapped with a black cord.  There was another jar next to it filled with pigs eyes - also preserved in embalming fluid.  On the top shelf between two urns was the bleached skull of a billy goat - horns and all.  Ichi had correctly guessed that the urns contained the ashes of her grandparents; Carolyne and Charles LaRoux.  Behind her; nailed to the inner-side of the door was a small wooden cross turned upside down.  There was an inscription on the cross.  At first glance she thought it was the common INRI  (meaning King of the Jews).  But a second and closer look revealed that it was actually her own name:  ICHI.  Momentarily startled, she wondered why had her mother inscribed her name onto a cross, and what did this mean?  There were too many other interesting things in the closet however, so she dismissed the concern and refocused her attention.  Ichi found herself absorbed by intrigue and spent the entire rest of the day and evening inside the small room analyzing, familiarizing and reading.  On the following day, she had the servants relocate her personal belongings, and she moved into her mother’s suite - and this is how her study of black magic and witchcraft began.

Chapter Two

Ichi had patiently waited all summer and fall for this day.  While commercial interest were doggedly promoting their seasonal icon; Santa Claus, and the Christian world was festively celebrating the season set aside for the observance of the birth of Jesus.  Ichi was planning to celebrate a birth as well; a re-birth.  This was the day that she’d become a born-again Satanist. It was December 21st, the shortest day of the year.  The day of the year with the least amount of sunlight, and the most hours of darkness - the most holiest calendar day for the un-holy - more important even than Halloween.  It was a long trek through the mountains, desert and canyons.  The GPS in her mother’s Range Rover brought her to the exact spot on earth where she needed to be at this precise moment.  She was in Death Valley National Park - known as the hottest, driest and lowest area in the western hemisphere.  But the area she sought in particular is called Furnace Creek, and is the hottest point on the planet - the place most like Hell.  During the summer months, the air temperature averages 134 degrees Fahrenheit (just a few degrees below the point to boil water).  The soil temperature averages 201 degrees and could fry an egg as it hits the ground.  The sun was just beginning to set, so Ichi hurriedly gathered the box of materials from the vehicle’s cargo area that she had taken from Sydney’s closet.  The SUV’s rubber tires were soft and sticky from the heat.  Instead of graveyard dirt, she brought along something much more powerful and valuable to the underworld - the cremated ashes of her ancestors.  She had mixed the ashes of her grandparents Carolyne and Charles along with her mother’s - all of them practitioners of witchcraft, voodoo and sorcery.  She knew the ashes would make an acceptable offering, so she sprinkled them over the entire area - hoping to attract the most powerful of demons.  What she sought was not just a mere human soul condemned to hell - but an actual fallen angel, one of Lucifer’s original followers.  Ichi then took the heel bone of her mother’s left foot (which was one of the two feet, and only remains returned to her from the county coroner) to draw a pentagram in the sandy dirt of Death Valley.  She then lit the five black candles at the tip of each of the star’s points.  She then removed her pet Boa Constrictor from its cage.  She let the animal slither around her neck and body for the last time.  Ichi brought forth the U.S. Army Cavalry sword that she had purchased from a military antiques dealer - surely the sword had been used to end the lives of many Confederate soldiers during the American Civil War, and would have much power in its blade.  She unsheathed the stainless steel weapon and herself, and they