Lost To The Devil

Chapter 13: The exorcism

Mum always spoke to me as though I could still hear her and I was grateful. The demon became enraged at this and using my own voice rather than his he screamed and screamed, kicking and flailing our legs and yanking on the straps. Mum tried to calm him but it was fruitless, he screamed and raged all through the night and she stayed by our side without getting an ounce of sleep. We were both exhausted but the demon wasn't not in the slightest for he never slept.

The priest arrived at ten the next morning and by then the demon had gone silent while my throat hurt like a son of a b***h.

Both the demon and myself heard more then two people coming up the stairs and I could feel the demons fear at this, clearly he knew what was going on before I did.

In walked mum followed by the priest another younger priest and a man dressed in a suit holding a bag.

“Hello Grace, you remember me, father Roberts? Well this here is father Thomas,” he brought forward the younger priest with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair, his face held fear which the demon focused on but I focused on the strong willed determination that was also there.

Next father Roberts introduced the man in the suit, he was a psychiatrist and introduced himself as Dr Carlos.

Mum was eventually asked to leave the room and then the priests began to get out what looked like bibles, rosaries, and holy water.

I would repeat the words they began to read out but I honestly have no clue what they were saying to this day, I assume it was in Latin and while I didn't understand I certainly could feel that the demon did. He screamed and cursed at them in that same language, books from my shelf in the corner flew at the priests and I was amazed at how they carried on as though nothing was happening.

The shelf crashed to the floor and the bedroom door slammed open and shut repeatedly while the demon kept cursing at them, he strained against the straps but this time perhaps due to the prayers I felt he couldn't break them this time. Eventually the demon flung back down onto the bed and went catatonic. It was weird when he did this, it felt as though he wasn't even there anymore yet my body was still waiting for only his commands, it was during these times I felt completely alone in the darkness of my mind and it scared me.

The priests stopped praying after a while and father Roberts dipped his finger in the holy water and made the sign of the cross on my forehead. This startled everyone as the demon came back and roared in that demonic voice.

“You f*****g cunts! You will burn for this, you will suffer and I will haunt you until you die! f*****g pigs! She is mine! Mine!” He kept shouting and swearing and the priests continued to pray again whilst the psychiatrist sat back writing notes and checking my pulse whenever he got the chance, he had clearly experienced possessed people before.

The priest threw holy water on us and the demon suddenly went berserk it burned us both and he screamed with me, he yanked at the straps growling and cursing and when he couldn't get free he started smashing our head against the headboard until the psychiatrist had to rush over and place a pillow there to stop him. The psychiatrist got too close and the demon grabbed his throat and squeezed with more ferocity then he had with mum, it took both priests to slowly manage to uncurl his hand and fingers enough for Dr Carlos to wrestle himself away.

This went on for hours and the priests pressed on relentlessly with their praying. “f**k your God you pigs he isn't here,” laughed the demon. It was scary how fast he could switch from rage to hysterical laughter in a heartbeat. The priests ignored him so he kept trying to torment them. “God is dead pigs! Satan is all that's left because of your sins! Hey Thomas, why don't you f**k this sweet girl, she's not much younger then you and I've already broken her in for you. Or how about you Robert bet you’d like a good f*****g from a young pretty girl.” The priests kept praying and somehow the demon wriggled and fought until he had pulled my trousers off along with my knickers and opened my legs wide presenting me to everybody in the room. I cried and screamed with shame inside but no one could hear me. The demon laughed as Dr Carlos used to sick people doing stuff like this I guessed whipped my clothes back on in seconds.