Preface

The truth about Von Karajon must be made available to any serious thaumaturgic student. This information is presented in the hope that it may prevent harm.

It is impossible to understate the danger to anyone who comes into contact with this individual.

Family History

The name of Von Karajon can be traced back to his great-grandfather Augustus Von Karajon and no further, as it appears that he made up the name because it “Gave a favorable expression to the ear.”

He may have been one of the group of poor immigrants from Nassau. Augustus was a pharmacist’s assistant, who died while testing potion combinations in Wiesbaden, Germany.

His grand-father, Bartlesby Von Karajon was a failed inventor who’s procrastination led to other inventors beating him to the punch. Bartelesby claimed to have invent a bicycle seat thermometer, although no drawings or prototypes exist.

His favorite expression was, “He, war die meine Idee!" (Hey, that was my idea). He became severely depressed, and ultimately took his own life.

His father, Vendig Von Karajon was by all accounts a vicious man. He was implicated in the death of his first two wives but never convicted. His marriage to Dorothy “Dotty” DuLange lasted only eleven months, but her disappearance left the childraising of little Vargos solely to Vendig.

Vendig have been an automobile mechanic specializing in German cars.

Vargos, The Early Years

It is an odd thing for me to admit, but I knew him in primary school. We were friends, at least for awhile. He was of sturdy German build, a sharp mind and easy smile. He always took risks. On some deep level he just didn’t care. He also lied. A lot.

He said once, in all seriousness, that his father had built a race track under his house, but couldn’t show it to anyone because his father also told him to keep it secret. His description was detailed and imaginative.

I never knew why he lied. Maybe it was a way to gain power where he felt he didn’t have it.

Toward Darkness

He began to toy with the power of dark things. Things that children weren’t supposed to play with. He obsessed about ridding the world of bicycles.

We drifted apart gradually, and by secondary school he was my enemy - at least as far as anyone can be at that age. He had gathered a slouching group of admirers and formed his first gang. He had discovered the power of violence and intimidation.

In a strange way he found what he needed to blossom, like some gaping, poisonous flower.

Von Karajon used to go to wishing wells, toss a coin in and wish that all the other wishes would not come true.

Influences on Young Vargos

Von Karajon was deeply influenced by his uncle, Mieser Von Karajon, who was largely unemployed, except for seasonal work as a Santa near Christmas, despite his membership in the a ultra-radical Jewish sect - The Scions of Hebron. Mieser gave Vargos encouragement and access to his library of occult books.

On vaccination day Vargos brought in his uncle's tape recorder acting as a student reporter. He then edited together only the sounds of the children crying, one after another. He would play that tape over and over, always with a savage smile, as if he was equally proud of both his cleverness and the disturbing sounds.

I went to university and forgot about Von Karajon. I have since learned of some of his activities during that time.

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