She fell to the ground and writhed in pain with smoke rising which was then added to the charge that I lit and tossed upon her body. Immediately following this, I produced the Bible from under my coat and began praying once again only to finish by reading the word from passage after passage. I had never followed the selection with my eyes instead leaving it all up to chance and pushing myself to read whatever I had felt at the moment. The effect was to begin witnessing a smoky haze rising from Mary’s person as I feared that she was beginning to die.
It was in this second that this haze took on a darkened form then began to separate from Mary completely. It was as I had hoped for her to be separated from this darkness and evil that infested her soul. I could see her struggling against it a
