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Being a man of his word, Buck contacted a friend of his to call in a priest to check out the resort.
Mikal Watts had been in radio and TV advertising for quite some time. His advertising company, Watermark and Associates was located in a high-rise office building in Sealy, many miles away from Buck's resort.
Mikal and his wife had recently gone into real estate as a sideline and were acquiring one piece of rental property after another. With the man's busy schedule, he didn't have time to get involved in some kind of ghost hunt, but just the thought of it intrigued him beyond words.
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Mikal Watts, a six-foot, burly kind of man, hung up the black phone and shook his head in disbelief as he sat behind the wooden, executive-sized desk in his office. He had just had a lengthy conversation with Buck Cassidy concerning the strange goings on at the resort. The sandy-haired Watts knew Buck well enough to know the country singer wouldn't joke about something like this.
"Boy, wait'll I tell Ezekiel about this!" Mikal said aloud to himself as he leaned back in his black leather, high-back chair thinking about the conversation he'd just had.
Mikal was a bit like Buck. He had to see it to believe it. Even though Buck had told him he thought everyone was letting their imaginations run away with them, Mikal still felt there had to be something strange going on at the resort. Buck had omitted no details, keeping him glued to the phone for almost an hour, telling him everything.
Curiosity killed the cat, Mikal thought, but what the fuck? He gave his word to Buck that he'd call his Pentecostal preacher friend, Ezekiel Stone, and see what the man had to say about the possible haunting at the country resort.
Buck leaned over the desk and picked up the phone, calling Pastor Stone at his Sanctuary of Grace Fellowship in San Antonio.
The preacher answered on the fourth ring. Mikal identified himself and then proceeded with the story. He was completely taken aback when the pastor told him the resort was probably haunted and possibly inhabited by demons. "I must say, Mikal," the pastor said, "after careful consideration and prayer, I do believe that the reports of hauntings at the resort hold some truth. While spirits and demons don't possess buildings per se, they do tend to inhabit places where there is human activity, where they can influence or possess individuals. In the case of the Lone Star Honky-Tonk, it's plausible that these entities operate through a particular individual, likely Carlos. I've witnessed similar occurrences in the past. However, I must express my concern for the safety of all involved."
"Ezekiel, can I count on you to accompany me to the resort in Houston?"
"I insist. The resort needs urgent inspection. But most importantly, the sooner I meet Carlos, the better. The man is likely in danger and doesn't even know it. I can't rule out an exorcism."
Mikal volunteered to set up a meeting in the ballroom but insisted he be allowed to carry a camera with him. Being involved in television and radio, Mikal wanted to capture a spirit on film if one existed there. "Agreed," Stone replied. "I'll be available to meet at the resort on Thursday, July 25, at around eight."
The thought of it was frightening, but the possibility of filming a real, live exorcism, and maybe seeing a ghost or demon, was totally beyond his wildest dreams. This was one endeavor Watts wanted to be part of!
Mikal picked up the phone and dialed Buck's home. "Make sure Carlos meets us at the resort next Thursday at eight," Watts instructed Buck.
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