CONFESSIONS OF A MAN POSSESSED

Copyright © 2014 Emory Slone. All Rights Reserved.

Copyright © 2014 Emory Slone. All Rights Reserved.

Thank you Father for coming to see me as I sit here on this infamous Death Row. The guards just left from bringing me that all important final meal. Hotdogs with all the fixings and a slice of apple pie, my wife’s favorite Sunday meal. When I wake tomorrow it will be the big day. That is if I sleep tonight. I don’t sleep too well these days. Matter of fact, I haven’t slept much at all since this nightmare began. Well, I guess you would like for me to begin my confession? Alright, here goes…

My life had all fallen together quite nicely. A few years out of college and already at the executive level of a major company with stocks rising everyday. I proposed to my college sweetheart and to my utter shock, she said yes! A few months later we were married. Both our families loved each other and we were very closely knit.

After a couple of months, when I came home from my dream job, my beautiful wife informed me that we were going to be proud parents. I was so pleased to hear that news. The months went on and our wonderful baby boy came along. We could not have been happier. Our lives were absolute perfection.

We had a family get together one Saturday night where we ate a lot, drank a little and had embarrassing conversations about the trouble we would get into as children. Good times. It was getting late, so everyone disbursed to their own home to sleep off the festivities. My wife put the baby to sleep and came to bed where I had already fallen asleep. I always indulged myself a little more than she did.

It was right around 3 o’clock in the morning when it happened. I was sleeping when all of a sudden I woke to a pressure all over my body. It felt like I was being held down by an unseen force. I couldn’t move or speak. What sounded like a tornado or freight train was the only sound I could hear. This horrible roaring in my ears. I felt my eyes roll back in my head and I got to the point where I could not breath. It felt like massive hands were choking me to the point of blacking out. Then I heard a deep bellow of a voice say, “You are mine! You will serve me! You will feed me!”

It was then over as quickly as it had begun. I sat up coughing and trying to catch my breath. My wife immediately woke and grabbed me to see what was wrong. “Honey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” she asked with a concerned look. I could barely speak, but I got out, “something had me! Something held me here and was choking me.” She turned on a light and could tell how upset I was. She said, “Maybe you were having a nightmare and woke to a panic attack.” I replied, “no sweetie, this was no nightmare. This was real!” We laid there holding each other the rest of the night. She fell back asleep, but not me.

Over the next few weeks I became very ill. Mostly vomiting, but not the normal food poisoning vomit. This was thick black bile. I thought it was blood. I thought I was going crazy, because I would hear the occasional growl in my head. I went to the doctor and explained what happened, except for the demonic voice that spoke to me. They thought I may have had a mild stroke, but after the usual medical tests they said I was fine. Just try to eat well, get more exercise and sleep. It lasted about another week after that.

Then one day I woke from my usual couple hours of sleep and felt fucking awesome. I honestly felt better than I had in my entire life. I knew I could take on anything, do anything. I felt stronger, more alert, and I even thought I was better looking when I looked in the mirror. I was hungry to live! I wanted to have sex with my wife basically all my waking hours. She didn’t much go for that. After all she was a housewife and mother who had enough on her plate to deal with a sex craving maniac. It was hard for me to understand, but I went along with her refusal…for a while.

On one of my sleepless nights as my wife lied next to me sleeping like a baby, something occurred to me. I didn’t have to stay home if there was a whole world just waiting for me to come make my mark upon it. I got up, got cleaned up and put on the trendiest outfit I had. I drove to an all night liquor store and picked up a fifth of Jim Beam and a pack of Marlboro Reds. Sitting in the car in the parking lot I took several drinks and smoked a few cigarettes.

I was feeling pretty good as I drove down the streets so late at night. I had never actually driven a car while buzzed before. I knew what I was looking for and had a decent idea where to find it. I finally got to the part of town where I could find that cheap piece of ass that I knew wouldn’t come back to haunt me and my wife would never know anything about it.

Pulling up to the curb, the girls instantly knew what I was looking for. A skinny blonde with a blue streak in her long hair and a sleeve of indistinguishable tattoos walked up to my window along with a thicker goth chick with a pixie cut, an eyebrow piercing and a nose ring. I rolled down the window and asked, “how much for both?” They looked at each other with a smirk then the blonde said, “This isn’t a two for one deal. If you want us both you’re gonna have to pay.” “What are we talking?” I asked. “Depends on what is involved, but for both it’s a $500 minimum,” she replied with a look like she could be talked into anything. So I said, “get in ladies!”

We drove to the park a few blocks over and found a secluded place to leave the car. I said, “let’s take a walk.” We got out and began to walk to the wooded area across from a big fountain. When we got to a perfectly hidden spot, the goth hooker asked me how I wanted to do this. I dropped my pants and replied, “I want to get my money’s worth, so anything you can do for $500 I’m up for it.”

About the time things were really getting going, something happened. A wave of heat came over my entire body and I could feel my eyes roll back. The roaring sound in my head began and intensified by the second till I heard that familiar demonic voice growling. I tried to cry out, but it came out as a hellish, guttural scream. It was like I knew what was happening, but it was out of my control.

“What the fuck?” the blonde hooker yelled. Before either could say another word, I grabbed them both by the hair and with strength I had never possessed before, bashed their heads together with such force that flesh, hair, skull fragments and blood spattered all over me. The voice shrilled, “taste the blood of whores and devour their souls! Do it now before the light takes control!”

I dropped to my knees and did just that. One at a time, I sucked blood from their opened skulls and then put my mouth over theirs and inhaled a greyish-white mist from their bodies. Their souls had entered me, feeding the demon’s need for a source of life. I stood up and another devilish screech bellowed from deep within my diaphragm. Then it was over and I couldn’t feel the demon’s presence anymore.

There I was, standing with my pants around my ankles, sweating profusely and covered in those prostitutes’ blood and gore. “What the Hell is happening to me?” I yelled out. I pulled up my pants then went over and sat down against a tree. I just sat for several minutes catching my breath, trying to calm down and occasionally glancing at this horrific scene I had unwillingly created.

A thousand questions were rushing through my mind. What should I do? What’s going to happen to me? What about my wife and little boy? Who in the Hell is going to believe I was taken over by a fucking demon and it made me kill a couple of hookers? What about those hookers? Should I go to the police? Should I go home and hope all this will just go away? Why me?

I got up, stumbled out of the woods, went over to the big fountain and washed what bloody gore that would come off of me. My shirt was still pretty stained with hooker DNA…Oh shit! DNA! There was no way I was getting out of this one. I knew it, but I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have to figure it out, because about that time I heard… “On the ground! Hands behind your head!”

The police had gotten a call with a complaint of yells and what sounded like a large animal growling in the wooded area of the park. Instead they found me covered in blood, then soon discovered what “I” had done to the prostitutes. I was arrested, taken in and booked. Because of the severity of the crime, I wasn’t aloud to talk to anyone. I basically just sat in jail shocked, staring at the wall, not knowing my fate before the trial. All I could really think about was my wife and son, how they would make it and what they would think about me.

I was glad to see my wife at the trial, but at the same time I could barely look at her. When the details of the crime scene came out I saw such disgust and disappointment in her eyes. Of course I was found guilty because of the forensic evidence and was sentenced to be put to death. That day was the last time I have seen or heard from my wife. I have written letters to her everyday, but never a response. I love her and my son so dearly.

Do you hear that Father? I’m feeling a little lightheaded. What the Hell? Father, I’m hearing that sound again. Oh God, it’s coming back! Father please help me! Please! The demon…

…”Greetings Priest! We meet again! This time I shall win! Your tainted soul will now be mine! A servant of God will serve me fine!”

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