The Worry of a Demon

     The streets tonight are vacant. The lamp posts glow a dull yellow in the heavy darkness of night. Rain descends from the crying heaven above. The gravel on the road has turned into a muddy soup. Little streams along side the road remove pebbles from their homes and send them down river.

     St. Marcos is near by. The steeple pierces into the sky, showing no mercy. I slowly make my way up the concrete stairs and to the mighty oak doors, with brass handles. A cross is carved into both the doors, though today they look more ominous than enlightening.

     I summon up all my courage and open the doors. A few weary heads rest on the back of pews. A whisper of murmuring prayers dance all around my ears. My shoes squeak loudly on the marble floor, making a few heads turn in my direction with the look of utmost disapproval, as if I were a little child making a fuss.

     I head for a confessional box, trying to gather my thoughts for what I am about to say. My heart races and pounds with unrelenting force against my chest. Slowly I open the door and take a seat, waiting for the window to slide open. With a magical noise, I begin.

     "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,"

     He asks with a low, exhausted voice when the last time I had been to a confessional.

     "This is my first time, Father. Father, I came here to ask you something. There has been something wrong with me, Father. And I come to you because you're the only one that can help."

     "What is it, Child?"

     I sit for a moment, biting on my lower lip, thinking about what I am about to tell him. "Father, I fear that I have a Demon residing in me." I hear him shift uncomfortably in his box.

     "A Demon, you say? How do you know?'

     "I am not the same, Father. I used to be happy and full of life. But now, I'm much beyond depressed and I am angry and spiteful. I will be sitting in a chair and when I wake up, my hands will be bloodied and my hair a mess. Father, I'm afraid and I know that you're the only one that can help me."

     "Child, what is it you want me to do?" his voice was much more attentive now as he spoke.

     "Father, I want you to find out if I am really possessed. If I really do have one of Satan's soldiers inside of me, making me think nasty thoughts and do nasty things. Father, I want to go back to who I used to be. Please, Father, I need you to help me. I am desperate. I don't know who else to turn to if you don't. And I fear that if I don't see light, that I will... End it all."

     Father was silent for a minute or two. His breathing uneven and weasy. "What you are asking is something that could possibly be very dangerous. Whoever is inside of you could get angered that I am trying to help. You must understand."

     "I have read everything I could about this and I am prepared to take the risks. I don't wish to have this Demon inside of me. I want it gone. I know you perform exorcisms. I read them in the paper."

     "I will need to find out if there really is a Demon inside of you. I will have to observe you to make sure that an exorcism is what you need."

     "Please, Father, do what you have to do. You are my only hope in this war of Evil."

     "Very well, Child."

Reviews

[Chris]

I wanted MORE and THAT really says it all...

Welcome back to WC, I hope to see and hear more of your thoughts.

[Coyote Poetry]

A strong opening chapter. A lot of question and mystery in the chapter were open up. I like the detail and the storyline so far. I look forward to be able to read more. A excellent chapter.
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[joshua deathdealer]

Yes please continue.. Interesting and well written.

[(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞Emmett..]

Wow! This was an enjoyable read. You should definitely make this into some sort of a book, or at least a second part (if you haven't already planned to). I'd really like to find out what happens next. * o *

[Aggie Skeleton]

Intresting, I hope you continue this.

[J. J. Nightingale]

More More ! .. My heart is racing ... Whew ... Jazz