Demon Abduction
February 15th 2012 07:29
Mrs Weatherson rushed her daughter inside of the church. It was late afternoon. The corridors were absent. She rushed to the preacher who stood glaring at a statue of Jesus and Mary. He looked at it in a concentrated manner. However his attention became fast diverted as he looked to Mrs Weatherson who sniffed as she approached.
“My daughter has a demon inside!” she rushed out.
“Are you talking of possession or will?” asked Mr Bernhard.
“Possession!” gasped Mrs Weatherson before a grumble broke out.
Mr Bernhard grabbed her daughter's cloak and took it off her head. There he gasped as he saw the face of the devil glaring at him.
“Rush! We must rush!” he gasped before he locked the doors and then moved to the altar.
Mr Bernhard threw off the decorations and then ushered Mrs Weatherson to place her daughter on its face. Mrs Weatherson did so with a little bit of trouble. However Mr Bernhard helped her and soon she was laid down. Mr Bernhard began to tremble as he saw the daughters eyes turn from bright green to black. He rushed to collect a plate, and some holy water from the fountain. When he returned he did so with great nervousness.
“Be not nervous lest the devil eat your soul;” he scolded, before he picked up the bible and began to read a passage that was made for the dethrone of the demon.
He began to deliver it as the daughter grumbled. Her face had begun to change colour and he watched her intently as her body swelled. He glared as he said his words, and never once did he allow his consciousness to fail. He read the words with clarity, and then at the end he tipped some holy water onto the females head. Immediately! The daughter began to thrash and growl. Mr Bernhard shouted.
“Quick! Pin her down!”
Mrs Weatherson grabbed her daughter and held her. Her daughter growled and spit, however she had no tongue to talk. All her mentalities that made her human were absent. Instead she simply growled like an animal! Suddenly her body began to sweat, and her sweat turned red. It dribbled down her body in beads, and Mr Bernhard shouted before he spilled the rest of the holy water over the daughter. More blood began to spew, and Mrs Weatherson sobbed as she continued to hold her daughter down. Mr Bernhard slapped the daughter once and then twice. The daughter growled some more, and soon her features began to change.
“We must put an end to this demon!” scolded Mr Bernhard as he grabbed the holy rope and began to wrap it around the daughter's neck.
“What are you doing?” asked Mrs Weatherson.
“You daughter has been completely overcome!” explained Mr Bernhard. “We must put an end to its life before it is able to complete is abduction so that it can play the host to the body!” he whispered most sharply.
“But that will kill her!” gasped Mrs Weatherson as she sobbed.
“Perhaps;” told Mr Bernhard. “However in all sanity your daughter has already lapsed. If she should exist at all she will be found once this monster has exited her form;” he explained.
“Oh okay...” sobbed Mrs Weatherson as she weakly nodded as she clutched to her daughter's body.
“Excellent!” gasped Mr Bernhard before he began to pull on the ropes.
The daughter began to writhe as she felt the rope get pulled tight. She felt it graze hard against her skin, and then she felt it tighten until she was unable to breathe! Mr Bernhard released the rope. He then saw the demon flash and snarl, and he did it again. He pulled the rope so tight so that the daughter might not be able to breathe in or out, then he let go so that it could take in a breath. The demon inside snarled and grew quite viscous, however after a while it began to stress, and that was when it rose from the daughter's body, and left.
“Oh my goodness! You have done it!” cheered Mrs Weatherson as she glared at her daughters features once again. “She's back!” she declared. “Look at you!” she exclaimed as the daughter moaned. “Thank-you!” she gasped as she smiled to Mr Bernhard and offered him a wad of cash.
“I do not take payments;” he muttered. “However you may tip the jar of faith on the way out;” he announced.
“I will!” gasped Mrs Weatherson as she stood her daughter up and then moved to take her home.
“I don't suppose you daughter has been sexually active recently?” asked Mr Bernhard as he saw the mother grow a smile.
“No;” Mrs Weatherson declared as she smiled. “She just woke up like this, and so I rushed her here;”
“Very good;” told Mr Bernhard. “Or I should have been warrant to search a soul for the original demon;” he said.
Mrs Weather thanked Mr Bernhard once again. She then left the building, ensuring to tip most dutifully on the way. As soon as she opened the doors a waiting group came into the complex. They began to hang around the candles, and the pews. Mr Bernhard smiled, and he welcomed them, before he moved to get a bucket in order to clean up the blood that had been spilled.
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