The silence in the living room made it even eerier. Once they were inside and no further attacks happened, the children started asking questions. Emmy almost lashed at the children. To Jean especially, whose questions kept coming. It had grown silent after that. To him, the only consolation to find after what happened was that none of the children saw the figure. That’s what he concluded after listening to their questions. Only him and his wife. Matt pitied the children. If he was having a hard time making sense of anything, the children would definitely be lost. He did not fault Emmy for almost losing it with Jean. He understood. The children’s incessant questions, after their initial terror, was also understandable. Now, everyone was silent. Instead of finding comfort in each other’s presence, each one was forced to deal with it in their own way. Jean played in the mess. She found scattered debris and used them as props for her make believe show. Gina got tired of sitting down on
There was a persistent ringing in his ears. He groaned then got up. As soon as he was seated, Cain looked around to check, noticing that he was in unfamiliar surroundings. He had been lying in a mat on the floor. When he heard people stirring, he remembered where he was. He remembered the intense pressure and crippling pain in his head as he wondered why Jon fell. “Jon?” He called out. “He’s… still out.” A man replied as he came into view. “Are you alright?” “I’m fine Matt. Where’s Jon?” “He’s behind the sofa. What happened to you guys?” “I’m not sure. I remember feeling like my head was being crushed.” “The both of you just passed out on us.” “Matt?” Cain asked, getting up, noting the coffee stains on his clothes. “Yeah?” “I think it’s time you stopped pretending like you have any control on this.” Matt’s face searched Cain’s, looking for an explanation. “What do you mean.” “I, we, didn’t just pass out, did we? I saw your faces Matt. You were ready to grab your wife and b
He scanned the street as he exited the bungalow. He wondered briefly if all the houses in the area had the same layout. The facades all looked the same to him. Satisfied that no one was watching, he quickly got into the driver’s seat. He did not need to scan the street. He never did. His anchors always told him. Recent events made him wary. The encounter with the veteran, whom he could read nothing from, was primarily the reason. He opened the large envelope and inspected the contents. At least he was worth it. Placing the three counterfeit passports back inside, he started the car. All the passports had release dates dating a year back, complete with stamps of supposed travels. The passports were Colombian, Thai, and Filipino. He considered each one as his next destination. Now that he got what he came for, he could fly anywhere he wanted. Where to, where to? He asked himself as he waited for the light to turn green. The events of the past days hung heavily on him. He was bummed
The unfamiliar surroundings made him bolt upright. He immediately groaned in pain. Jon’s headache flared with the sudden movement. Emmy’s approach reminded him where he was. “You alright?” “Yeah. Just a headache. What happened?” “You fainted. Your friend too.” Emmy answered. “Uh. What?” “Yeah. Seeing as you did not get to drink your coffee, would you some tea? Dinner should be ready soon and ma-” “Sorry, hang on. Back up a little bit. We fainted? Cain fainted?” Emmy nodded at him. His face became a picture of confusion. Jon has never fainted his whole life. Assuming it had something to do with the reason why they were there, Cain was the last person he would expect to faint. “Yeah I… I think I’d like that tea.” He said, getting up. “And some pain relievers if you have… still have them.” “I’ll have Matt check. I think we have some stashed somewhere. Sugar? Milk?” “Just tea ma’am. Thank you.” “Please. You guys came all the way here to help us. Just call me Emmy.” “Thank you,
Father Anton Ramirez wasted no time constructing his arguments. He needed to. He was going to speak with the Bishop after all. The church did not take lightly, any lapses in protocol, especially for the IAE. There’s been so many controversies regarding the church’s approach to suspected paranormal events in the past that the Vatican itself welcomed the founding of the organization within its ranks. It was even more pleased to approve the strict rules and code of conduct. He wished he did not have to do it but Cain was right. It was no more than a gut feeling in the beginning but based on what he was told, he agreed with Cain’s assessment. Better to err on the side of caution. If it were just an elaborate show, Cain would be done in a matter of hours and that was it. The person who spoke to Cain might have been exaggerating. In his experience, people often do. Like they had a need to make their stories more believable. There was and still is a stigma attached to such events but instea
“What was that, babe?”He almost jumped out of his skin when he heard Emmy’s voice. Lost in his thoughts, Matt did not hear her approach. Her face told him of her feelings about the state of the first floor. Just like him, she did not pursue it. She asked him directly what he found out.The look on Emmy’s face as Matt related what he found, as he scrubbed through the video, changed almost as fast as the events onscreen. She held on to her husband’s arm while she watched. Matt played the video in standard speed and narrated what he had discovered or think he found for each section. Even the discomfort of his muscles as she tightened her grip did not sway him from telling Emmy the details. She asked to see the last part of the video again before she spoke.“What do you, I mean, just tell me frankly, what do you remember during the last part?”“I… I remember getting thrown around. Pinned to the wall. I think when we got thrown to the bed I was already out.”“Nothing else?”“Nothing else.
After the meals, Jon immediately set to setting up is equipment. Per Cain’s request, he set up one camera for the interview in the porch. Jon, thinking of clips to put up in his channel, did not like the lighting much, but it was sufficient enough to at least capture the faces and the background properly. Emmy was the first to be interviewed so Matt could help Jon with the setup.He massaged his temples as his headache has not subsided yet. Jon already took two tablets and was thinking of getting another. Setting up took his mind of it but it would flare from time to time, making him cringe.The children played in the living room. It seemed to Jon that the older sister was just indulging the little one. He wondered how long that would last considering the TV was smashed and there was no internet in the house.“You have so many cameras.” Matt remarked.“Yeah, need to capture just about anything that might be helpful.”“What are these for?” Matt pointed to six identical cameras.“They’r
“And if you would, can you tell me about the first nightmare or vision. You said you were awake, correct?”“I was definitely awake.” Emmy answered. “I might have spaced out but I am positive I was not asleep.”“Alright, tell me about it then, including what you were doing or thinking before that.” Cain asked.“Well, I was…”Cain asked Emmy to be thorough. He preferred if people were thorough. Those who told the truth did not need to lengthen their stories, those who lied felt the need to lengthen their accounts. He would catch them. He liked it when people were thorough.This time, he had a different reason. Cain kept seeing things in the periphery of his vision, to the left. It always came from the left and seemed to move towards the right, to the left side of the house. In the time he spent with Emmy so far, he noticed four already. Four shadowy things.He gave the appearance that he was listening. He blinked, he nodded, Cain even asked follow-up questions and wrote notes on his not
He was getting impatient. It was the last leg and he had nothing better else to do. The onboard entertainment’s picks did not hold anything interesting. Then again, most things called entertainment nowadays didn’t hold his interest. He found them almost always superficial and a little on the pandering side.But this was the last leg and he was going to land soon. Unlike most countries, he visited this one regularly. He did not have a choice, he had to come back every time. This time however, he was early. There were so many things he needed to know. So many things he needed to ask. This time, he hoped he would get answers.There was not a need to ask before. If he was being honest, there wasn’t even such a question before. There was just him, his abilities, and the man who trained him. The man he called Tata, or uncle. The man who helped him get revenge all those decades ago. The man who, at times, almost seemed like his personal warden. The only one he knew who was more powerful than
“Here’s why I think that’s what happened. If, there was only one demon, or even a group of them with one purpose, just like we usually see, the chances are it would only possess one. Meaning, it-”“It would only harass one, and all the rest will be collateral.” The bishop finished.Father Anton nodded and paused to give the bishop time to connect things.“That means, there were at least two groups of demons there. My gut tells me the other one was a lone demon, and the on the other side, the one that possessed the children, were the other group.That explains why the parents needed to die, and Cain had to die. And his friend would have also died had he not run away, though, God bless his soul, I think it would have been better if he just died.”“I get most of it but not about the part where everyone, well, almost everyone needed to die.” The bishop admitted.“Let’s take the testimonies of those who knew them. Nobody will say that the father was capable of such abuse. But there was abu
It was not the waiting that he hated. Bob was the bishop after all. He had many things to attend to. It was the things going through his head as he sat outside the bishop’s office that he did not like. It was all too sudden and the person directly responsible for Cain, the situation wasn’t looking good.“Tony?” He heard the bishop call, peeking out his door.Father Anton Ramirez got up and walked towards the door of the bishop’s office. Finding that the bishop had already taken his place behind his desk, he closed the door behind him and locked it.“It’s a mess Tony, I was not expecting this.”“I’m sorry Your Excellency. I was… this is a first.”“Drop the formalities. I know it’s not your fault. Well, maybe a little bit. A little bit our faults. Why don’t you start from the beginning?”Father Anton sat first then opened the satchel he had with him and began taking out folders and placing them on the bishop’s desk.“Let’s deal with those later. Just tell me what you saw and what you th
Her exertions soon reached its peak and Emmy stopped and plopped onto her dead husband’s carcass. Her knuckles were covered in blood, his and hers. She laughed as she felt the last of his blood spurt out of his neck, grazing hers. Her screaming had made her voice hoarse but that did not matter anymore.She pushed herself up and regarded her handiwork. She burst out laughing hysterically. Her madness had taken over completely that she did not even dare question what that shadow was, that shadow that was tall and thick and wide that stood before her. A shadow that went against the light.“The children are ours! OURS!” The demons hissed.The shadow reached out a massive arm for her to grab on. She took it, still laughing. As she stood up, the shadow started to come into view. She was intrigued at how majestic and powerful it looked with its thick arms and legs that were muscled and huge as tree trunks. She laughed and laughed. A laughing that was interrupted by the demons declaring owner
Emmy felt a burst of anger fill her, a fury of such strength it made her forget pain. Her eyes smoldered with hate. Just moments ago, she felt like dirt but that didn’t matter now. She would have ignored what the demons were saying. It might have been true for her, or not. But, the expression on her husband’s face said it all.“Tell me I’m wrong Matt. TELL ME!” She demanded as she crawled on the debris, hands feeling, looking for something.Matt did not reply. He did not even look at her. She could see it in his eyes. How he struggled, how he could not hide it, how ashamed he was. It didn’t matter that his cheeks glistened with the torrent of tears streaming down his face. He was guilty. Her hands found something pointy. She got up as he screamed.“You… YOU FUCKED YOUR DAUGHTER?”She could tell. The demon’s words were not just insinuations. This was more unforgivable than coupling with an entity she could not even put a face to. Her mind raced, trying to give him the benefit of the do
His skin was a literal field of goosebumps. The creatures seemed to have already delivered and still wasn’t done yet. While he heard the otherworldly voices above everyone else’s, it wasn’t the demonic voices that drew his attention but the emotions that flooded the whole house.Confusion was the overwhelming feeling that he got but that was just the surface. Underneath was denial, disgust, and fear. It flared off in varying degrees on all the humans present. And he was harvesting it all.Despite the large number of anchors he had, the ring which glowed in many different colors, now felt cooler in his finger. He chuckled to himself, forgetting the real threat that the hulking creature, or the ones who sought his help, posed.True to their agreement, he let go of the young child. There was not much to her anyway. She was afraid, and disoriented, but not in levels that the adults were giving off.The one he labeled as a priest of some kind had been trying to get up but could only manage
It was not the voice, or how they came to him. It was not even how they knew to do something only one has been able to do until days ago. It was the request.“What… what do you mean?” He asked.It’s too strong. For me. For us. He’s too strong.He paced back and forth, not taking his eyes of the figures that stood before him, touching his anchors. The large creature did not need to touch his anchors to tell him to leave, then again, it was just standing there, like a ghost, among all the anchors.How the fuck do these things know about things I didn’t even know I had?“I don’t understand,” he finally spoke, “but what I understand is, that motherfucker is too strong. I don’t-” He paused, he sensed amusement when he said the last phrase. “You find that funny? At a time like this?”Yes. But still, help.“Like I was saying, that one is strong. And you’re obviously many and stronger than I am. If you can’t stop it, what the hell do you think I can do against it?”We know what you want. You
Matt was getting frustrated with everything. Every bone in his body ached, every uncovered part of his skin was either bruised or scratched, or both. While the words came out automatically in prayer, he found himself drifting. They were not getting anywhere. Cain was not getting anywhere. When the demons answered his wife, he was quite relieved.A start! An opening!Intending to hear more, Matt focused on the exchange not noticing that he had already dropped his prayers in exchange for the tidbits he was hearing.“I did not fail my Gina!” Emmy answered, defending against the insinuation.“OH! SHE DIDN’T, SHE SAYS.”Cain, being the closest to the possessed child, had to cover his ears in fear of rupturing his eardrums.“But you did. You allowed your child to be defiled! IN YOUR OWN HOME!”It could not have been clearer that the demons wanted to emphasize the last phrase. The many voices sounded like they were about to go berserk. More debris rose from the ground, this time mainly from
“Holy fucking shit!” He remarked aloud as his anchors completely swarmed the entire first floor of the house.With Vein Sight, he clearly saw the full picture. There were other unseen figures moving about in the space. He counted a little over two dozen, the bulk of them standing by the child that everybody seemed to be facing.That unnerved him. One entity was powerful enough to have made him run away. Over two dozen was a disaster.This doesn’t make any fucking sense!The other demons who were mostly clustered around the child, whom he thought was the one who was possessed, were of a different build. While the one that had confronted him twice was tall, muscular, and impossibly wide, the other creatures were tall and wiry. Based on the power and hostility he was getting, he assumed that the creature who confronted him twice now, was the reason everything was as it was in that house.I’m out of my fucking depth here, he admitted to himself.He could not hear everything, but based on