Troubled Soul:The Possession

Chapter XXIII

Chapter XXIII

The Truth

My father was summoned. His head is down and he looks sad. Michelle looks in amazement as she hasn't seen my father in years.

"Jason, I have lied to you. I lied because I was forced to by Ghost. In all honesty Jason, I never liked my job. I hated it, and I especially hated the asshole I was talking about before. I wanted out and I hated so much in life. I hated how your mother gave me shit every day because I wasn't living up to my potential, that assholes, like that guy, get paid more to do less, and that guys like me get the shit end everywhere. So one day in the basement floor where the files we don't need at the moment are, I performed the ritual with a few dead birds and a dead snake. When the ritual was completed, flames engulfed the entire building. I thought I was done for and then Ghost made me an offer as he protected me. I was scared and desperate. The offer was that after my first and only born son turns seventeen, Ghost would attempt to watch over him as he did me in exchange for my soul, but I was fooled, he never helped me. He was summoned that day and only planned on taking over all of humanity. If I ever told you, I'd go to hell and be tortured. Throughout this whole time I been in the Realm and now I am ashamed. Ashamed that I sold my soul in thought that this demonic being would protect you, but instead he has destroyed your future and because of this I am going back to hell, because I deserve every bit of punishment I get. I'm sorry for being so selfish. You were the only reason I enjoyed life, Jason. I will always love you my son." Father says as I grow anger and he looks down until he vanishes before my very eyes.

"How emotionally moving eh Jason? Now here is my monologue." Ghost sarcastically remarks as he begins to tell me more dark truths.

"Let's begin. I have been attached to you since your seventeenth birthday. I've been planning this day for quite some time, Jason. To make you believe I was ever an "angel" is quite amusing. The fact you believed that my whore wife was carrying my child is funny. She was carrying a child but it wasn't mine. That day would change everything. I sat next to her as she told me this and I cannot tell you how many times I stabbed her. Each one was for every day we were together. We were married for about three years at that point so you go ahead and do the math. When I signed up for the war, I had nothing to lose. When I died, the grim reaper told me I was something special. The devil himself wanted me to stay a ghost on Earth to do his work. To fool those troubled souls into performing rituals. You see these humans thought they could just "worship" the antichrist. You must do things to prove yourself to Him. He made me trick these people into performing the "Hell's Army Ritual". When performed, it must be underground, which is precisely why we are in a basement. However when a mortal does this it will cause everything around him to burn. Homes and lives have been destroyed this way. I was informed by Him that here, in Alliance, the basements were fireproofed by the architect of the community many years ago. Meaning, that even if this basement caught on fire only the basement would be on fire and not the house. Why do you think all of those people have been "missing"? They are trapped in their own homes; burnt to a crisp. Their bodies are scorched into the ground and half of their body may be gone. Their own flesh is cooked and rots in the basements, where no one bothers going to. I have manipulated people for many years. In fact, I enjoy it. It is something I have not only mastered, but I crave to manipulate idiotic souls like you. Now I know you don't believe in anything, but my puppets believed in demons and "worshipped" them. My puppets were told that a true worshipper must be in control of this ritual. I made them think that they had power, yet the whole time it was me. My energy. My strength. All of it was carried through these wretched souls. They believed I gave them my knowledge, but really it was all borrowed. All of it was temporary. And all of it was mine. I made my puppets dance and dance and dance until I grew bored with them. Until I felt like after I bring them to the top, I send them crashing down. You see most died in the fires to unleash something they can't control, but others felt like you Jason. Because of me, they felt depression. The need to end their pathetic lives. I dissected their brains and made sure they felt that way until they snapped. You were lucky the men of the law stopped you in time. Such a shame, but I escaped anyways. On top of that depression I gave you, the nightmares came too. Those are just a natural talent and I enjoyed watching you toss and turn." Ghost pauses as he smirks and chuckles while I stand in front of such a gruesome entity.