One time, when I was a child, I was looking through a book about unexplained phenomena, as I often did and still do. I came across an old woodcut of Satan leading a pack of fortune tellers to Hell. While that wasn’t necessarily the scary thing, what was terrifying was the idea that they had all their heads on backward, a sign that they’re unrepentant sinners for leading Christ’s followers down the path to the unholy and infernal...
All these years later, that image has managed to stick with me. It’s probably the main reason why I have never been to a psychic or fortune-teller, instead cautiously reading about them at a safe distance, laughing at them and the folks they duly bilked. But, still, the curiosity has always remained, always tempting me.
Last Saturday, a friend called me, asking if I felt like going to the Midwest City Spirit Fair with them, located at the Sheraton Hotel, 5750 Will Rogers Road. After a brutal intake of my supernatural fears, I agreed and off we went, the lobby looking much like that of a comic book convention, so much so I had to double-check the signage as we paid our $7 entry fee.