Lost To The Devil

Chapter 4: Sceptic

I was becoming paranoid as I felt the intensity of being watched more and more, wherever I went I felt it and I tried my best to ignore it. It was a Friday and I was heading into the town for lunch and clothes shopping with mum...for better clothes that was.

“Why the hell did you do that for?” Mum yelped at me as the tray that I had been holding in the restaurant queue was now halfway across the room beside the feet of an elderly couple at their table.

“What do you mean? What did I do?” I asked confused.

“You just threw that tray across the room and missed those people by inches Grace.” Mum answered now glaring at me angrily as was the whole room. I could not for the life of me remember throwing that tray but neither did I recall picking it up. What was happening to me? I could only assume it had something to do with Belial and shivered with fear at the thought. I apologised profusely to the couple who nodded stiffly before I made my way back feeling hot and bright with humiliation.

I made some excuse about what happened but for the life of me I couldn't remember what I was so exhausted but either way mum had let it drop and we went shopping.

Mum headed to bed after dinner tired from her long week and left me trying on my new clothes the old casual style I loved this time. I was just changing back into my clothes when a loud crash came from the kitchen making me scream in terror, mum sleeps like a log nothing would wake her so I went to check it out.

All the dinner plates from the top cupboard were now a smashed mess on the floor, all the drawers had been yanked open too and I tried hard not to scream in fear and instead to try and make it seem less scary I scolded the demon, “That wasn't Very nice of you,now I have to clean all this up.” I faked a casual sigh and got to cleaning the mess up.

Once I was done I had to admit defeat this time for there was no way I could hide this from mum, and I wouldn't be able to replace them either as it was eight pm now and the shops would be shut, so I braced myself for facing mum tomorrow and dragged myself to bed where I for the first time in a long time had a normal sleep.

“Grace!” The sound of mum shouting angrily for me soon had me scrambling down the stairs to see what was wrong before I remembered last nights incident.

Before I even had time to open my mouth she shouted, “What the hell have you done with all my plates!” She was glaring angrily at me beside the bin where I had tipped all the pieces into and I found myself actually gulping before I spoke, perhaps now was the time to open up, “I'm sorry mum, but when you went to bed there was a crash and I found them on the floor and all the cupboards and drawers were open. I think we have a ghost.” I managed to get out, I wasn't going to send my skeptic mum over the edge with the word demon.

“Don't be ridiculous Grace, there's no such thing as ghosts. You know your behaviour lately has gotten awful and I'm absolutely sick of it, I've had enough and so you can damn well pay out the last of your pocket money this month do you understand!” Her voice was still angry and raised and so all I could do was nod glumly, there was no way she would have believed me about ghosts but I was done hiding it. If anything else supernatural occurred and she asked I was going to tell the truth whether she believed me or not.

I was home all the time now and mostly alone both days and nights as mum stopped in only for two hours before heading back out for her night shifts.

I started seeing shadows out the corner of my eyes. I would be going to get myself a drink and passing the stairs I would see a quick flit of something black and tall so fast it would be gone in a blink of an eye, at first I told myself it was just my mind playing tricks, that was until I started seeing them all the time.

It was around this time that I had my first terrifying physical encounter with the demon while I was wide awake.

I had yelled at him for turning on the stereo at full blast yet again and then the TV when I went up to turn the music off. I had almost gotten used to the creepy going ons but that was my biggest mistake, sometimes I forgot I was dealing with a demonic entity and not a ghost which I would be forced to remember.