I’m the Ural owl. I haunt and possess you. If you see me in your dreams, you’re a dead human, a rotting corpse. Beware! * August 1980 Manhattan I entered Un-Reality today. My friend Martin, a short, muscular fellow about five-feet-six with turquoise eyes and dirty, blond hair, returned from his three-week vacation in Russia. … Continue reading THE CURSE OF THE URAL OWL By Dr. Mel Waldman ![]()
