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boney finger, with jagged yellowed nail, reached out to the
door—the grotesque nail pressed into the hard wood as if it were
made of balsa, and she began scratching it, making an agonizingly
slow scraping noise, like nails on a chalkboard.
    “Please stop,” Scott begged, as she somehow
etched letters deep into the wood of his door with her
fingernail.
    Quickly, and with a cracking sound, she
turned her head toward Scott while still carving on his door. A
smile grew on her face as her brow furrowed. She was done, and
scribed in his door was the word, “Mortem.”
    “I don’t know who you are, but you need to
leave. Now!”
    “Mortem!” She screamed in an unholy tone.
    Scott drew his gun and took aim at the
woman’s chest.
    “Leave, or I shoot!”
    She hissed at him, like some sort of foul
serpent, and then spoke, “Peto et aheram! Peto abyssus!” Her voice
had changed again; it was so abysmal, that it couldn’t have
possibly come from a woman, or a man for that matter. It was
grossly inhuman.
    Physically Scott could easily overpower a
woman, especially a woman of her stature, but there was something
horribly wrong. Instinctively he knew that a greater strength, an
evil lie inside this woman that he couldn’t contend with on a
physical level.
    As he focused on her, waiting for any sudden
movement that would give him an excuse to pull the trigger,
something even more horrifying took place. The woman’s body went
completely limp while still standing, resembling a puppet hanging
from its master’s strings. From shoulder to elbow were parallel to
the ground while her forearms dangled on their hinged joints. Her
neck no longer supported the weight of her head, which was buried
in her chest.
    Suddenly the woman’s body began moving around
in a circular motion while maintaining its scarecrow like pose. She
elevated off the ground with only her toes touching the hardwood
floor entry, and her toes dragged on the floor, creating a perfect
circle. After watching this for what seemed like several minutes,
she stopped and slammed against the floor with her knees in a
praying position. Still lifeless and limp, the body repeatedly and
violently stood, then dropped to its knees. Her head and arms
continued to dangle and shake from the movement—it was as if a
giant hand had hold of her lifeless body at the waist, picking her
up and slamming her to the ground. Again and again, her knees
slammed against the floor.
    Scott looked at the indented floor where
blood and flesh saturated and stuck to the lacquer. The exposed
shattered bones of her knees began to break apart, and bone shards
were pounded into the wood like nails.
    The kneeling stopped as the body rose off the
ground; its legs together and arms outstretched in the form of a
cross.
    Her head whipped back hard enough crack the
spine, and her jaw seemingly disjointed itself, hanging by only
skin and tendons.
    A deep routed gurgling sound erupted as the
monstrosity roared and spewed black sledge from its mouth—all over
the floors and walls of the living room.
    Some of the tar like substance managed to
spray on Scott. The smell was obscene and nearly caused him to
vomit.
    Frozen in terror beyond words, he managed to
keep his gun pointed at the possessed woman, but was too petrified
to pull the trigger.
    In its broken state, the demon began to laugh
as if thoroughly amused with what it had done. The laugh started as
a deep throaty bellow, and quickly changed to a pitchy nasally
chuckle.
    Snapping out of his trance, Scott regained
his senses and took careful aim with the gun. His heart pounded
hard enough to hear, and his breathing became labored—it made it
impossible to stand still.
    Doing the best he could to stabilize his
shaking hands, Scott squeezed the trigger. Boom! The .45
caliber hollow-point blew a hole in its chest the size of a fist,
causing the pale body to go completely limp and collapse to the
ground.
    Watching the body intently while still
holding aim with