Demoni

15

So it was the end of the most terrifying night yet. Mr. Forester was okay, but he was very shaken up when me and Tommy found him. We refused to ask why, understanding he probably wouldn't tell us. It wasn't my business anyways.

We found Mr. F in my garage, banging on the door. The cop car hasn't been found yet, that's the only thing we asked him about. He didn't know, we didn't know, neither did anyone in the town. It would turn up, where ever it was.

Tommy suggested that I, Amelia, Ralph, Mr. F, and himself go to pray. I wanted to, and Ralphie found an interest in religion. Mr. Forester wanted to rest which was very understandable after the night we'd just had.

We found Mr. F around 6 in the morning, when the sun had just risen. We had to spend another additional two hours getting him home and making him feel the slightest bit safe.

My parents wouldn't interrogate me. They had fell asleep with Ralph by their side as soon as we knew everyone was safe. Although they didn't feel that welcome in the house, it was the best they could do until papa could make up enough money to at least get an apartment. Papa refused to admit there was a presence in the house, so we had no choice but to stay in Torrington. I could tell mama wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but she knew something was wrong. We couldn't afford a plane ticket anyways.

I was going to confess to my parents. Whether papa liked it or not, we needed help. Tommy and Mr. F were going to stay with us, and they would help us with everything going on. If they didn't, I'd use my own money to get some type of paranormal investigator or Demonologists. Both of my parents would have to except the fact that I wanted a god in my life. I was going to be a member of the church, and my siblings could do the same.

I walked in the door, with Tommy by my side. Amelia was still staring at the table. My mouth dropped open in shock. "Amelia!" I rushed over to her and put my hand on her back. "Have you been up all night?" I asked. She didn't reply to me again. It had been 8 hours, had she even blinked?! "Come one Mel, say something." She turned her head slowly and looked me dead in the eye. She had big black bags under her blue pupils, and her cheek had a big red scrape from her temple to her mouth. She said nothing, didn't even murmur.

"Alright Lee, this has gone on long enough." Tommy said, picking Amelia up. I followed him up the steps. He handed her to me once we got into her room. I pulled down the covers. "Why don't you sleep?" I asked, tucking her under the covers. She didn't answer me, just lay there staring at the dirty ceiling. I walked out of the room and shut the door behind me. "You need major window repair." Tommy laughed. I laughed too. It was the only giggle you'd hear out of me until I got that demon out of my house.

My parents were still sleeping, so I left them a little Italian note about where I was.

Me and Tommy went to the library and got out all books on haunted houses. They had really corny covers, but their were some stories about my house. We checked out strange occurrences books, Torrington Connecticut history, and haunted homes. We sat down at the tables flipping through the pages.

"Oh god Lee, what was the last name of that girl you talked about?" Tommy asked. "Spirito." I replied flipping through my book. "This book had a whole section on her family. But it's all in some weird language." I looked up, and turned my head to read the section. "It's in Italian, Tom." "Well will you read it to me?" I nodded at him and proceeded to read. "Malena Spirito was originally born in Rome, Italy. Her mother was atheist and worshipped the devil, but her father was a very religious man. Her father was a deacon at the sacred heart church, and later it was discover that he was manipulated into worshipping satan as well. " I stopped. I already knew all this. Tommy didn't. Wait, Did he? My mind went blank. I mulled over the thought for a couple seconds. I just decided to keep on reading aloud.

"Malena and her father were found dead, her mothers body was never found. On the wall, in black there was writing. The black paint made out the words, "are you afraid of the dark?" Just when I thought I knew everything about the story, I noticed I was missing a lot of back round information. "Malena's mother was born from Sinina and Micheal Male. Sinina's mother was hung during the Salem witch trials. Sinina cursed anyone who walked her mothers burial grounds. For men a loss of a child, for woman a loss of a life. The only way to get rid of the curse is to demolish Sinina's child's, grandchild's, and son in laws spirit. Her reign of terror will live on until the spirits are condemned to hell."

On our way out, Tommy stopped dead in his tracks. "Jesus Christ, Lee." Tommy was absolutely flabbergasted. "What? what is it?" "Well think about it," he said. "My grandpa lost my mom, and my grandmother lost her life to jail. My mother lost her life and my father lost me by dying." I gasped. "No Lee," he shook his head. Sinina's mother was buried where Tommy had taken me the other day. "I didn't mean to, I-I didn't know." He cried. "It's fine, Tommy stop it, it's fine. We're gonna break the curse."

"And what if we don't?" He snapped. "Then you'll die too." It was only said because it was true. Tommy must've forgot that himself, would lose his own child.