It's only in the past few days that I've come to realize the error of my ways.
The men in the white suits, the doctors, I think they are doctors, have helped me
to realize that this webpage is purely fiction. Just the product of an wild and
overworked imagination. There are no sinister plots, no bad guys. Everyone is
happy. The world is full of only love. Yet...as the haze lifts from my head for a
brief moment, I can't help but feel something. Yes...something I must tell you.
If you find yourself out in the woods late at night with the darkness beginning to gather
around you, and you happen to stumble upon an old abandoned Drive-in Theater,
I urge you not to linger. No, I beg of you!
Run for your lives!
Run from that evil witch!
Run for your lives from the evil Linda Blair..
before she envelopes you in her.........



(*Note* The above disclaimer is the last written message received from the author
of these pages. He has been neither seen nor heard from since.
That being said, I feel I must tell you this. That same author had an appointment
to meet with a Federal Witness Protection Program official.
He failed to show up for the appointment.)