The Little Black Book

The fog was thick within my heart from the memory of dad. I can still see him handing me his black book from his death bed. I would have never known what was instore for me after that. The thought feeds deep inside of my internal female affections for what would come to me in life. My blessed life is cursed with love, money, and fortune all from this little black book from that night.

I was studying acting at UCLA when I got a call from home. It was my mom and she was worried that dad was not going to make it from a horrendous car accident that morning. My world sank within itself. Going deeper and deeper into despair. I cried all the way home on flite number 3768.

After the airplane landed, a lottery ticket was sitting on my bag within the airplane. I thought that it must have fallen out of someone’s purse or bag as they were getting off the plane, so I put it into my bag and did not think of it again until after seeing my dad.

Dad was a mess after the accident. He could not see me, but he could hear my voice and handed me a little black journal. Speaking softly, he said to me, “your journey begins now.” He died that very moment and my world fell apart.

My mother and I were devastated that night. As we arrived home from the hospital I put my stuff into my room at home and the lotto ticket fell out once again. I picked it up and put it into the black journal that my father gave me that night before he died and cried myself asleep.

The morning came quickly, and the sun was shining into my room right on top of the little black journal. Taking it as a sign that my dad was still thinking of me I opened it and found the lotto ticket from the night before. As I lifted the ticket off the pages I could see code falling and forming numbers that were on the lotto ticket. Shaking it off as a daydream, I looked at the book and it was full of empty pages.

After a good cry with mom I could not get the numbers in the book out of my head.

What was really going on?

Was the stress of loosing dad getting to me?

I don’t know what was going on.

We were out of milk, so I took mom’s car to the store to get more. As I was there I checked my lotto ticket thinking that one person’s lost is another person’s treasure. As the clerk checked the ticket the lotto machine went crazy. The clerk said to me, “you hit the darn thing!!!”

I said, “what?”

She said, “yea, I will need your ID and we need to fill out some paperwork for your winnings.”

I asked excitedly, “how much?”

She said to me jumping up and down, “$3,768,000!”

I felt the room spin and a very handsome guy grabbed me from falling. I looked up and saw the man of my dreams holding me in his arms.

“Are you okay Miss,” he asked?

After regaining my senses, I told him that my dad died the night before and I just won over three million in the State Lotto. So, he gave me his number and wished me well.

I had to take a breath at this point and reevaluate my life. My dad died and my life gets better? What is going on, really? I’m not that lucky.

I started to look for my ID for the clerk to fill out my winnings and I found the little black book. Thinking, “no way is this thing magic,” I put the guys phone number into it and found my ID and filled out the paperwork for my lotto winnings.

I thought that I died and went somewhere that only the twilight zone could help me.

I left the store and when I got home mom was still crying from our cry fest we had before. I told her what happened at the store. She did not believe me, so I showed her the receipt from the paperwork I filled out at the store.

She jumped up and started yelling, “you won the Lotto, you won the Lotto…”

“Yes,” I said, “there is more.”

“Okay tell me what more there can be?”

Telling her about the sexy ass guy that gave me his number she said, “you got to call him!”

“I have to do something first” and went up to my room.

I dug the black book out of my purse and sat it next to my computer. Opening it, I wrote on the first page and asked, “who do you belong to?” More out of me just trying to make sense of everything and once again code started forming into an email address. Now I know that I am not sleeping so I slammed the book closed and pushed my computer desk chair back. Staring at the book I could see a name on the black cover. I looked closely at the book and I could see the name Houdini in faint lettering.

“No way,” I yelled!

“Houdini the master musician!!!”

So how does a dead guy have an email address, I thought to myself?

Slowly I rolled my chair over to the black book and opened it again. The same email address was in the book. Reluctantly, I wrote an email to the address.

I typed, I have Houdini’s Black Book, could you please call me? I then typed in my cell number and sent the email.

Within 10 seconds my cell rang.

I Said, “hello.”

“Who is this,’ the deep voice on the other end of the phone asked?

I said, “Samantha.”

“This is Tony and where did you get the book?”

At this point, I told him what happened so far with my dad dying and winning the lotto.

He told me, “that book is a passageway to the Code Room of the Universe.”

“You’re funny,” I told him with some apprehension.

“I am a Christian author and I wrote a few books. One of these books is the Harmony of the Gospels. It’s not called that, but that doesn’t matter. That book I underlined Christ’s Words instead of making the letters in red like most Bibles,” he told me.

I said, “and?”

“And let me finish the story! A good friend of mine Shawn gave me the book. He found it at a yard sale and thought that I would like it due-to-the-fact that I am an Author. This book was found on Houdini when they retrieved his body from the last trick he did. His spirit is trapped in the book. I did not know this, so I used the book to write all of Christ’s Words that were underlined from my other book. You know just for kicks.”

“It appears that the words in red in a normal Bible opens a porthole, but if you have the words of Christ in order following a time-line, it opens a porthole to the Code Room of the Universe within God’s private chambers.”

I asked, “did you take your medication today because you are way out there?”

“Shut your mouth, there is much more!” he screamed at me.

“Good-bye,” I said to him and hung up.

Now I was frightened but I saved the number he called me from as Code Room. The Code Room of the Universe? God’s private chambers? This is way too much let alone Houdini’s spirit trapped within this little black book. This is the twilight zone and we are not in Kanas anymore Toto…

So, I laid down and took a nap. While asleep I started having strange dreams. I dreamed that I was in the Matrix and I was a superhero fighting bad guys. Then, I was walking next to a stream holding hands with my dad and he told me that he was in a good place.

Waking up the fog was thick in my heart from the memory of dad. Good God, I’m at the beginning of the story again. How am I horny? Where is that number from the guy from the store? I must call him.

Not knowing what to do, I entered the number into my phone.

It came up, “Code Room.”

“No!” I yelled “it can’t be.”

Sure, enough the deep sexy voice came back on the phone again, “did you just figure out that I was the one that give you my number at the store today?”

“Yea,” I said pathetically.

“Are you ready for the rest of the story,” Tony asked?

“No, but here goes anyway!”

“I was in Special Operations for the U.S. Army, Airborne. To make a long story short they wanted me to write this book because I had a very high IQ score on the testing to get into the U.S. Armed Forces. Anyway, I started writing this book after my army service was over. It took me three and a half years to write a book into the Harmony of the Gospels. This is when it happened. I found myself face to face with the Creature with Two Horns like a Lamb. I quickly wrote down the underlined words within this little black book and burned it. The next day I went out to the firepit where I burned it and guess what? Yes, the book was still there but the Creature of the Second Apocalypse was left in ash. My first thought was, ‘doesn’t there have to be the First Apocalypse to be a Second?’”

“What should I do now,” I asked?

“You must do one of two things? Ether go through a Second Apocalypse yourself or die,” Tony told me.

At that very moment, I saw a flash of light and I grabbed my chest. No, I thought. I could see the bedroom below me and I was lifted into the air. I passed by the Earth and the Sun. I was traveling through the Universe and music started playing. Beautiful music and I came to rest next to my dad in Heaven.

“I told you that your journey was just beginning,” my dad said to me…