“Who are you?” Ben asked the demon speaking in Isabella’s body.
“Everyone knows me,” Isabella replied in a deep throated voice that was not her own.
As Ben stared the devil in the eyes, the car began to slow. “What are you doing?” Ben shouted at Marcus from the backseat.
“There’s an accident, but I might be able to get around it!” Marcus shouted back.
Isabella’s back began to arch. Ben clenched his stomach, preparing for another freakish contortion to take place before his eyes.
“There isn’t time,” Isabella said, her voice deep, guttural. Her head snapped up, locking eyes with Ben. In her own voice she spoke again. “There isn’t time, Ben. Let me go. Save my mother and you’ll save us all.”
“Wha… what?” Ben stuttered, looking into Isabella’s eyes which were once again alive and clear.
Isabella opened the car door. “Hurry, before it’s too late,” she said. Then she leaned backward, falling onto the pavement of the busy road.
“Stop the car!” Ben screamed at Marcus, staring out the back window as Isabella jumped to her feet and began running in the opposite direction.
“Is what she said true?” Marcus asked calmly, keeping the car in motion.
“What?” Ben said, searching for Isabella in the darkness. “What are you talking about?”
“That if you… cure Maria, that she won’t be possessed anymore?”
“I… I don’t know. I’ve never seen this before, only read about it.”
The men decided to leave Isabella. There was nothing Ben could do on his own anyway. They went to the priest that was going to perform the exorcism on Isabella. Painstakingly, they convinced him to travel to the mental hospital and perform the exorcism on Maria Rossi.
Ben thought convincing Father Jesse to come was difficult, but talking the doctors at the hospital into giving them more time alone with Maria was much more difficult. (Thankfully, none of this argument was filmed.)
The cameras were put in place again as Ben awoke Maria from her medicated state.
“Back for more, are you, priest?” Her voice was raspy, making the hair on Ben’s arms stand on end.
Marcus stood as far away from the unholy trinity as possible, holding the camera in his shaky hands. The priests began the exorcism. Maria writhed in pain, cursing and screaming. The priests yelled their prayers over the demonic voices booming from Maria’s mouth.
Then suddenly everything went silent. Maria started laughing in the deep demonic voice, staring Ben in the eyes. “You’re too late, Priest,” she spat at Ben.
The men were focused on Maria, unable to look away as she laughed herself into near hysterics. Marcus was drawn closer, pulled in by the laughter. They didn’t notice the door opening behind them.
Isabella silently entered the room walking up behind Father Jesse. Maria continued her laughter, hypnotizing the men looking down on her. It wasn’t until Isabella slid a scalpel across Father Jesse’s throat that Ben and Marcus noticed she was there. The door to the room slammed shut. Marcus dropped the camera and rushed to the door, fervently trying to pull it open again. Ben backed away from the table, his eyes flickering between Isabella and Maria.
“Stop fighting,” multiple voices erupted from both Isabella’s and Maria’s mouths. “Give in to the darkness, Priest.”
Ben froze, something taking hold of his body while Marcus began slamming his elbow again the small window on the door.
Isabella raised her hand, blood dripping from the scalpel to her fingers. Maria and Isabella spoke at once. “Take it, Priest. End the battle and win the war.”
Ben’s eyes were vacant as his shaking arm raised to take the scalpel. He gazed as the lights flicked off its gleaming surface.
Marcus began slamming his head against the window, desperately trying to get the glass to break. A small line of blood trickled down his forehead.
Ben pressed the scalpel to his wrist, pressing hard until blood appeared, then dragged the blade across to the other side. He did the same with his other wrist.
“They don’t believe,” the voices spoke from Isabella’s and Maria’s mouths. “They will believe soon.”
Ben and Marcus dropped to the floor, Ben’s blood spilling in pools around him. Marcus had crushed his skull against the door, brain matter and blood covered his face. They both died at the same moment – 3:00 am.
Isabella swayed on her feet as Maria watched. Suddenly, Isabella’s head snapped back, her spine bending at a grotesque angle. She kept leaning further and further until her head was level with her knees. There was a sharp crack as her neck twisted to the right, breaking. Her body collapsed and the room fell silent until Maria began laughing again.
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