The World of Damian Da Vinci

Ever walk down the street in a predominantly white area and feel an odd sharp chill down your spine and all of a sudden you notice the mist of your warm breathe in the cold, crisp air? Picture it, it's just after dark and some of the street lights begin to flicker. You carry on down the street until a knot in your stomach forces you to pause - there's something behind you. You slowly turn your head and see someone - an unholy, hellish apparition - an old white woman who let's out a demonic screech, yelling "kaffar!" before vanishing in the dark of the night? Probably not; such cases sound like something you'd read about on one of those headlines that local publisher, Sunday Sun , would put up on street lights with captions like "Chicken rapes old man!" or "Man kills himself and reports it!" . Honestly speaking, I blame ourselves for entertaining such rubbish. However, this is a report of a different kind, about a restless spirit that li