The antipodes of joy

A story based on the experience of growing up in Harlem in the 1970's. A lot of people are of the opinion that the occult does not exist. That's ok, I do not force my opinions on anyone. This is an account of what happened in an era that is forgotten. In a time that has been logged amongst the mundane and relatively unimportant in its appearance. I am the messenger and you are the judge. Do the shadows speak? If they do what would they say? Dear sir or Madame, read on and discover that the only thing on their mind is the true antipode of joy.