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"I don't know what you're talking about ma'am, I'm sorry," George insisted. He was a terrible liar. And now Lars was looking at him from across the room.

"You're welcome to come to our Sunday mass at 8 AM tomorrow if you like," He was trying to play it off to throw the other priest's suspicion.

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The church office was empty when George walked in, save for a familiar dark head poking up from the top of a laptop. "Good afternoon, Lars," the portly older gentlemen said cheerfully.

Lars looked up from his work. "George." His greeting was curt, and far less inviting.

George frowned a little at the younger man, and went to sit down at his own computer by the phone. "I left a pamphlet on your desk. I was hoping you could speak at that event next week."

Lars paused. "The refugee support group?" He asked, picking his head up.

"Your story would be an inspiration for them," George pressed, turning to face him with a smile.

"Can't. It's at 7pm. You know I can't go out after dark."

George suddenly looked a bit uncomfortable. "Right." He cleared his throat. "I must have forgotten." He turned away, just as the phone rang. He picked it up. "Our Lady of Sorrows Cathedral, this is George Walters speaking. How can I help you?"

His breath hitch slightly at the mention of a name he never cared to hear again. His eyes darted to Lars, then quickly back to the phone. "No. We don't have anyone working here by that name. I'm sorry."

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"Noises from the hallway"

A shadow passed by the door, dark even in the darkness. A croaking, guttural voice was slowly chanting what sounded like nonsense. Over top of that voice where several whispering ones, also saying seemingly nothing. The doorknob suddenly rattled, and the woman gasped. The camera cut off.

"Josh's room, 2:45 AM"
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"Strange voice in Josh's room"

A closed door was zoomed in on. Behind it, a teenage boy was speaking softly.

"What do I do?"

The same, croaking voice replied, but the language wasn't familiar. Footsteps came towards the door, and something pounded against it. The door tore open, and a young teenage boy stood there, looking up at his mother with a confused expression.

"Mom? What are you doing?"

The camera cut off.

"Josh in kitchen, 10PM"

Barbara was creeping down the hall with the camera pointed halfway at the floor. It was dark, but a streetlight was shining in from outside. She approached the kitchen, where a dark figure stood with it's back turned.

"Josh?" She asked, her voice thin and shaking.

The boy spun around without actually moving, as if he were just a puppet on a string. Blood drenched the front of his shirt from wounds all up and down his arms. A bloody steak knife clattered to the floor. Barbara let out a shrill scream, and the camera fell to the floor. The video cut after with Barbara calling 911 in the background.

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Thanks

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I hate to be that person, but I really don't like being given characters to play if I didn't make them.

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"I didn't record the exorcism," She said. "Mr. Partway was very specific about there being no cameras. I do have a few tapes from before, though..." She stood and walked across the room to a bookshelf, which was in dusty disarray. Barbara lifted a small box full of Hi 8 tapes. Each one was labeled with painter's tape and handwriting:

"Noises from the hallway"
"Josh's room, 2:45 AM"
"Strange voice in Josh's room"
"Josh in kitchen, 10PM"

The box, much like everything else in the room, was dusty and obviously hadn't been moved in quit some time. "I don't need these around anymore," She said softly, handing Evie the box. "You can just have them."

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She wrung her hands. "I don't know, hun. I've had to tell this story so many times...Maybe I should just start from the beginning." She paused. "Josh began acting strangely a year before last. I first thought that his behavior might be emotional. His father...em, he committed suicide two years ago, and Josh hadn't been the same since. I took him to several therapists, but once he started acting so out of character, I thought maybe I should take him to see a doctor."

She paused. The woman took a slow, deep breath to continue. "It started off with little things. He reacted aggressively when he didn't get his way. He would try to hit me, or even his friends and teachers at school. He got suspended several times. And then he stopped sleeping normally, and his whole personality changed. Whenever we went to a doctor, he seemed perfectly normal. His MRIs were clear and his therapist said he was making great progress. Then I started hearing him talking to himself in his room, in a voice that wasn't his. I thought maybe he had snuck someone into the house, but whenever I caught him doing it, he was alone. Things started happening around the house and I...I just had a feeling that this wasn't something that could be explained by doctors or medicine."

Barbara stopped there. She knew she probably sounded crazy. This woman had no reason to believe her. But she knew what she had witnessed.

"So...I started looking within my faith for answers. When the first priest came, Josh just growled and snarled at him like a dog. The priest couldn't do anything for him, so he recommended I call a colleague of his. When he came, he brought another priest with him. They did all they could, but Josh ended up attacking the older man and giving him a nasty bite on his arm. He suggested that I had Josh restrained and left to go to the hospital. I can only assume that word got around, because after that, no one else would even try to see my son. That was when I got the e-mail from Isaac Partway. I was so desperate, that I didn't spend time thinking about the situation; I just wanted it to be over."

Her frail voice broke at the end of her words. Barbara was now alone. No family, no friends, nothing but a meager job and her husband's life insurance to get by on.

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The woman was quiet for another moment, then, in a quiet tone, "That man is dangerous." It sounded like a warning, delivered in a suddenly cold voice. She continued. "If you find him, you have to out him for what he is. He's a murderer, and he just gets away with it. Please, if I can help you find him, please make sure you drag him out into the light."

She had waited so long to see this man find justice. No one ever believed her. The police had questioned her like SHE had killed Josh. Luckily, she had enough evidence to prove otherwise. Maybe this time would be different.

She stepped aside to let Evie into the house. The home, once spotless, had fallen into disrepair. Laundry baskets full, dishes in the sink, the signs of depression hung in the air.

Barbara sat down on the couch and crossed her hands in her lap. "Can I get you anything?" She offered, her voice kind again, "I have bottled water in the fridge."

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Barbara was silent for a moment. Almost a moment too long. "Oh..." Silence again. The woman battled with whether or not she should just close the door. She'd been contacted a few times before by media outlets. So many just wanted a story to print; they didn't want to actually help her. They couldn't give her what she wanted: that monster put behind bars like he deserved.

"I don't know..." Her internal debate was fairly obvious. "Is this just for another article?" She wanted to know if this one was different. Maybe, just maybe, she would see justice for her son.

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Spooky time >:D