DARK GRIP PART 1 - BY JESSE ALEXANDER
As the room grew colder Father Francis could see his own breath pouring from his now quivering mouth, pulling his cross out he blessed it; gave it a small kiss and extended his arm out, cross gripped tightly in hand he began to pray.
The young man who was about 17 lay on the bed. He looked into Father Francis’s eyes and the old Priest began to grow unnerved looking back at the boy all he could see was blackness through his eyes, as he continued praying the boy began a low rumble growl that sounded more like a gurgle than anything, but the growl began to grow louder as Father Francis began to pray louder. Now the old Priest was nearly shaking to death, it had been some time since he last preformed an Exorcism and he had almost forgotten how frightful the situation could be.
The boy who was lying there than began screaming at the top of his lungs both his voice and something dark, evil and twisted, just as suddenly as he had begun, the boy stopped, with a pause and then said to Father Francis, “Scary as Hell isn’t Priest”? He began to laugh hysterically as a foul odor filled the room.
“Did you shit yourself father?” The boy asked with a gurgled laugh, “I know I did” and with that he broke one of the straps holding his arm to the bed post; he reached into the back of his pants quickly pulling a handful of feces out and threw it at Father Francis. Disgusted the Priest moved quickly to the side barley catching some of the fecal matter on his robe.
“Where’s the toilet paper when you need it”? Said the boy with another evil laugh, then leaning forward the boy looked at the old man and said, “Do you think God will save Him Priest”? “The boy is mine he has strayed too far from the rest of the Sheep he has denounced God as his savior”. Father Francis stepped forward toward the boy and began to pray louder than before; “St. Michael the Arc Angel defend us against the evil one, be our light in the dark, take back the boy who is rightfully Gods and yours to have as your servant, release him from the grip of the serpent!”
Suddenly the boy lunged forward breaking the remaining bed post holding his other arm and he struck Father Francis with the post into his left side, the old Priest could feel some of his ribs snap as he crippled over into the floor. The boy then stood over Father Francis on the edge of his bed pulled down his pants and began to urinate on the Priest; head tilted back laughing the boy became unaware that the old man was raising back to his feet quickly. Father Francis then struck the boy with one good blow to the side of his head knocking him off of the bed, without trying the boy head first began to float up off of the ground arms and legs completely stiff, as he met the Priest face to face he smiled and Said, “You hit like a girl Father, you have to do better than that if you want the boy back”.
The old man began to back up quickly almost losing his footing he turned to run out of the room but the door slammed in front of him and locked. As he stood there terrified back to the room he could feel the cold breath of the boy on the back of his neck and he could hear the gurgling in his voice with every breath the boy took.
Father…the boy said drawn out why don’t you want to play with me anymore? The boy began laughing again, petrified the old man hesitated to turn and face the boy. He reached into his pocket with out the boy noticing and grabbed the bottle of Holy water he had, he slowly poured a few drops out onto the cross he was holding and with one swift move he slammed the cross onto the boys’ forehead.
The boy let out a vicious growl as he floated quickly backward feet off the ground into the wall on the other side of the room; he had hit the wall so hard that it cracked under his weight. Then Father Francis yelled at the top of his lungs “What is your name Demon?” “Give me your name so that I may cast you back to the pits of Hell from which you came”!
The Demon that lay within the boy laughed. “Hah do think it will be that easy Father”? “So you think that I’m just going to give it to you”? Said the boy. “Over my dead body”! He then snarled, quickly he flew toward Father Francis, met him face to face and said “Watch this”.
His eyes rolled into the back of his skull and his head began to slowly spin around, the old Priest was now screaming and cursing the Demon as he could hear the bones in the boys neck snapping, as his head came back around he smiled with blood pouring out of his nose, he then opened his mouth and like a waterfall gallons of Blood came flying out into Father Francis’s Face, the boy then dropped to the floor cold, silent, motionless and dead.
As the room grew colder Father Francis could see his own breath pouring from his now quivering mouth, pulling his cross out he blessed it; gave it a small kiss and extended his arm out, cross gripped tightly in hand he began to pray.
The young man who was about 17 lay on the bed. He looked into Father Francis’s eyes and the old Priest began to grow unnerved looking back at the boy all he could see was blackness through his eyes, as he continued praying the boy began a low rumble growl that sounded more like a gurgle than anything, but the growl began to grow louder as Father Francis began to pray louder. Now the old Priest was nearly shaking to death, it had been some time since he last preformed an Exorcism and he had almost forgotten how frightful the situation could be.
The boy who was lying there than began screaming at the top of his lungs both his voice and something dark, evil and twisted, just as suddenly as he had begun, the boy stopped, with a pause and then said to Father Francis, “Scary as Hell isn’t Priest”? He began to laugh hysterically as a foul odor filled the room.
“Did you shit yourself father?” The boy asked with a gurgled laugh, “I know I did” and with that he broke one of the straps holding his arm to the bed post; he reached into the back of his pants quickly pulling a handful of feces out and threw it at Father Francis. Disgusted the Priest moved quickly to the side barley catching some of the fecal matter on his robe.
“Where’s the toilet paper when you need it”? Said the boy with another evil laugh, then leaning forward the boy looked at the old man and said, “Do you think God will save Him Priest”? “The boy is mine he has strayed too far from the rest of the Sheep he has denounced God as his savior”. Father Francis stepped forward toward the boy and began to pray louder than before; “St. Michael the Arc Angel defend us against the evil one, be our light in the dark, take back the boy who is rightfully Gods and yours to have as your servant, release him from the grip of the serpent!”
Suddenly the boy lunged forward breaking the remaining bed post holding his other arm and he struck Father Francis with the post into his left side, the old Priest could feel some of his ribs snap as he crippled over into the floor. The boy then stood over Father Francis on the edge of his bed pulled down his pants and began to urinate on the Priest; head tilted back laughing the boy became unaware that the old man was raising back to his feet quickly. Father Francis then struck the boy with one good blow to the side of his head knocking him off of the bed, without trying the boy head first began to float up off of the ground arms and legs completely stiff, as he met the Priest face to face he smiled and Said, “You hit like a girl Father, you have to do better than that if you want the boy back”.
The old man began to back up quickly almost losing his footing he turned to run out of the room but the door slammed in front of him and locked. As he stood there terrified back to the room he could feel the cold breath of the boy on the back of his neck and he could hear the gurgling in his voice with every breath the boy took.
Father…the boy said drawn out why don’t you want to play with me anymore? The boy began laughing again, petrified the old man hesitated to turn and face the boy. He reached into his pocket with out the boy noticing and grabbed the bottle of Holy water he had, he slowly poured a few drops out onto the cross he was holding and with one swift move he slammed the cross onto the boys’ forehead.
The boy let out a vicious growl as he floated quickly backward feet off the ground into the wall on the other side of the room; he had hit the wall so hard that it cracked under his weight. Then Father Francis yelled at the top of his lungs “What is your name Demon?” “Give me your name so that I may cast you back to the pits of Hell from which you came”!
The Demon that lay within the boy laughed. “Hah do think it will be that easy Father”? “So you think that I’m just going to give it to you”? Said the boy. “Over my dead body”! He then snarled, quickly he flew toward Father Francis, met him face to face and said “Watch this”.
His eyes rolled into the back of his skull and his head began to slowly spin around, the old Priest was now screaming and cursing the Demon as he could hear the bones in the boys neck snapping, as his head came back around he smiled with blood pouring out of his nose, he then opened his mouth and like a waterfall gallons of Blood came flying out into Father Francis’s Face, the boy then dropped to the floor cold, silent, motionless and dead.
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