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    Geist Esser: The Story
    Geist Esser: The Story
    Geist Esser: The Story
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    Geist Esser: The Story

    By Jim von Tesmar

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    Geist Esser is the mystery/thriller story of the quest of Matthew Thomas and Luther St. Johns.

    As young boys, they find a dying man who gasps out the word Anima with his last breath. That was forty years previous.

    Now, upon the death of their childhood buddy, they are on the quest to discover why many dying people are once again gasping out the word Anima with their last breath.

    Their journey includes visits to the library and to a real estate office for information, where they run into someone whom they believe knows something about what is going on. They visit a church that is painted black, with red trim. They think that this place may be central to their quest.

    Interspersed amid their travels are the causes of the word Anima. Peoples souls are being removed from them. The description of the soul removal operation is this:

    Suddenly, his hearing begins to disappear. When it is completely gone, immediately he hears a slurping sound like a straw sucking the last of a liquid from the bottom of a can. It ends with a hollow echoing sound. His eyes go blank like a dead mans eyes.

    If Matthew and Luther had looked at him at that moment, they would have seen his eyes grow blank and empty as if in a dead man.

    The persons collecting the souls are Geist Esserssoul eaters. They look like ordinary people dressed like anyone else. For good reason, they are ordinary people like you and me.

    Matthew, who is a theological professor at the college, weaves pertinent theological insight, helping Luther to better understand what is going on and, more importantly, why.

    As the boys accumulate clues and evidences, they eventually end up in the climactic scene at the black church. Two hundred Geist Essers assemble to deliver their accumulated cache of souls, which they carry in big stainless-steel bowls. One by one, they dump the contents of the bowls into a large vat at the front of the church.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherXlibris US
    Release dateOct 13, 2017
    ISBN9781543454314
    Geist Esser: The Story

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      Geist Esser - Jim von Tesmar

      Copyright © 2017 by Jim von Tesmar.

      Library of Congress Control Number:     2017915064

      ISBN:              Hardcover                  978-1-5434-5429-1

                              Softcover                     978-1-5434-5430-7

                              eBook                          978-1-5434-5431-4

      All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

      Scripture quotations marked NASB are taken from the New American Standard Bible®, Copyright © 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission.

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Rev. date: 10/12/2017

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      CONTENTS

      Dedication

      Prelude  (Forty Years Previous)

      1

      2

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty One

      Chapter Twenty Two

      Chapter Twenty Three

      Epilogue

      DEDICATION

      This book is dedicated to Charles and Elizabeth von Tesmar, my parents. Without them I would not be.

      To my buddy and fellow actor, director and playwright, Larry, with whom I have worked closely on this story.

      This is a story about the evil in the world. The Evil that is rampant. The Evil that seemingly rules the world. And it seems to do it so easily; almost without effort. It is as if people can’t wait…

      Anima (ān’ə-mə) n. The inner self of an individual; the soul.

      PRELUDE

      (Forty years previous)

      1

      Thomas Czarenovich is recently released from prison. He had been in Attica Prison in upstate New York for 14 years for rape, kidnapping, armed robbery and a few other equally nasty unlawful offenses. His rap sheet began when he was 13 years old. He started with jacking cars and robbery.

      His age is 49. However, his type of living is such that some would estimate his age at nearer 60. His gray hair isn’t all there anymore. His face is wrinkled like an older man would have. It does have to be said that he is dressed pretty well.

      He is not a nice man and yet here he is free as a bird driving a stolen yellow 1963 Corvette convertible with black interior.

      A shyster lawyer found some devious method of getting this degenerate reprobate out of prison 20 years before he was scheduled to be released. Got to love our criminal justice system.

      It is a beautiful blue sky day with a few clouds to give the sky depth. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves but our man is unaware of any of this. He is concentrating on that nice looking girl who is wonderfully endowed with what God is so gracious to give to her.

      She is driving in the car just ahead of him now. He noticed her assets as she passed him just a moment ago.

      His interest is piqued, to say the least. It has been over a decade and a half since he has been with the girl who got him sent away.

      He thinks to himself that the girl ahead of him in that car is twice again what that other girl had going on for herself. This here girl is prime real estate.

      He is determined to have her. No matter what, when, where or how, he will take this girl. He must.

      Oh my god, he can almost taste it. It will be wonderful. More than wonderful. It will be… Well, it is beyond words. Beyond at least his words.

      They are approaching a railroad crossing. The man is hoping. Yes hoping that the gods are with him today.

      They are getting closer and closer to the tracks.

      And then it happens, the gods do shine upon him.

      The crossing lights come on, the clanging begins and the gates begin to descend. He can hear the train whistle beginning to blare.

      A broad smile comes upon his face. He can feel his manhood raging into a full-fledged attention. ‘This is going to be wonderful,’ he thinks.

      Both cars begin slowing to a stop.

      The loud rumbling engines are nearing the front end of the two cars.

      The man is a fast thinker. He knows exactly what he is going to do. He realizes that the loud din with the clickity clackity of the wheels on the rails will distract the girl. This will allow him to slide over the center console, across to the passenger side and out the door.

      He times his move to coincide with the passing train engines. He creeps up to the side of the girl’s car and slowly opens the rear passenger door just as the loudest din is in front of the cars.

      The ground is shaking and the ears are surrounded by the roar of the engines, the rattle of the rails and the blare of the horn makes his approach and entry invisible and silent.

      As the engine noise moves onward and the railcars begin to pass in front of the girl’s car, he springs up behind her with all the intentions of a man who has been in prison for longer than he cares to think.

      The girl turns, looks at him and does a most peculiar thing.

      She smiles a Cheshire cat smile.

      A smile of one who knows something that no one else knows.

      She is not in the least bit frightened. She is smiling with twinkling eyes.

      Thomas realizes that there is something drastically wrong, ‘Oh my god. What have I gotten myself into now? What is this wacked out broad grinning at? I am about to thoroughly enjoy myself with her regardless of what she wants or thinks about it. And she is smiling.

      ‘My god she is almost laughing.

      ‘What have I done? I have gotten myself a loony tunes. A wack-job. What floor did she escape from?’

      The train, passes the gates go up and the clanging ends.

      The girl drives away in her car, alone.

      The yellow Corvette is still at the tracks with the passenger door open and the engine running. No one is seen anywhere. He is gone. Vanished.

      2

      A bit later that same day, three boys between the ages of 10 and 11 are walking along the railroad tracks kicking and throwing stones as they chat the chat of young boys.

      The boys have summer haircuts for easy care. One is wearing shorts. The other two are wearing blue jeans. They are each wearing tee shirts of solid colors each different from the others. Tennis shoes finish the ensembles.

      One of the boys carries a sling shot which he is practicing with using railroad track stones, aiming at various bushes and objects that he sees lying on the ground at various distances.

      They walk this trail almost everyday both to and from school. It is also the shortcut to each of their houses.

      They are very familiar with the tracks, the crossings, the requisite telephone poles and the surrounding brush and trees.

      Thick brush and scrub trees make for a dense edging to the rails. Kind of like a walled-in set of tracks.

      The day is still beautiful with the gentle breeze rustling the leaves.

      As they approach the crossing they notice a fabulous yellow convertible with its passenger door open idling at the crossing.

      They stop and admire the beautiful lines of the best sports car ever made.

      They cross over the crossing and run up to it. They are more than a little curious because the engine is running.

      Wow. They all exclaim together.

      ‘Hmm? What is going on though?’

      ‘What is this great car doing here? Don’t touch it. Remember about motorcycles and sports cars. Hands strictly off,’ they seem to collectively say to themselves.

      The boys do know better than to touch. But they can look and look they do.

      It is a beautiful car. None has ever seen one before which makes this one all the better.

      After as much time and attention that youth can put forth they continue on their way down the tracks.

      The boy with the sling shot is aiming at a large grouping of bushes on his left. Suddenly, he stops, lowers the sling shot and stares at the side of the tracks where a break in the dense brush is seen. This is something new. What can have made the hole?

      It is a jagged opening as if something or someone had torn their way through the brush. Something like a raging bull or a mad man went rampaging through bending

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