Lost To The Devil

Chapter 10: infestation, oppression, possession

From where I lay I could just make out her asking for father Roberts and if could he could get here as soon as possible. Mum led me to the sofa in the living room and held me until the doorbell went. I could see her shaking slightly as her trembling hands nervously brushed down her jeans as she stood to answer the door.

“Father Roberts, thank God, come in.”

It was the same priest that had seen me in town acting crazy, and I would have blushed with embarrassment if I were not so worn down both mentally and physically.

Father Roberts sat down on the other side of the sofa and turned towards me. “Hello Grace, how are you feeling?” I felt blood drip in my eye and quickly wiped it before answering, “I'm fine thank you. Just very tired and sore.” Mum sat opposite us watching nervously as we spoke.

“I can see that, my dear. If you don't mind I'd like to ask you a few things, and you can just say yes or no.” I nodded and he proceeded. “So Grace, have there been any strange noises at all, that perhaps only occur around you and are others aware of this at all.”

“Yes, but only I have heard it.”

He paused slightly. “If you don't mind me asking, when do you hear this noise and what does it sound like?”

I tried to ignore the tickle I felt as blood dripped down the side of my head as I spoke. “It sounds like something tapping inside the walls, and I used to hear it mostly at night time or early morning. It's stopped in the last few weeks though.” His head flew up from his notes and for the first time he looked deeply concerned.

“You don't hear the noises anymore?” I shook my head in response.

“Ok, how about you tell me what’s been going on since then.” So I did. I spoke about the whispers, the stereo turning on all the time, the plates smashing, the drawers being flung to the floor and the dreams and attacks on me. He looked visibly pale by the the end.

“Ok... A girl of your age and with all the horror movies these days, I take it you know what possession means?” I nodded and waited for him to go on.

He cleared his throat and said, “well I'm afraid it sounds as though you’re already at the possession stage.There are three different stages, the first is infestation. This is where the demon will introduce itself in some way, normally a deceitful way like pretending to be a lost loved one or through a Seance or in some cases it could be that it was already in the home when you moved in. By not doing anything about it you are unknowingly inviting him into your life.Stage two is oppression, this is where the demon picks out it's intended victim and onslaughts them with torment. The victim will hear noises, furniture will move, electronics can tune on and off of its own accord or the victim will smell a foul odour and so on.Finally and lastly is possession, this is where the demon actually has control of the victim and their body. Now this doesn't mean they have control all the time it can be small amounts of time and eventually build up and up. Finally the victim can become so beaten and worn down both mentally and physically that the demon has a much easier job of taking over to the point of being there all of the time.”

I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights as I looked at him awestruck by all the information. Mum finally spoke up. “So what exactly does this mean? What stage is my daughter at?” The priest looked somber as he went on to admit that he believed with all the facts presented before him that I was in almost full possession now, and that he needed to go about gathering evidence enough to warrant an exorcism.