Diary of an Occultist

May 10th, 2022

Dear all who may be reading this including me, 

My dream last night was more abstract than horrifying. I was in a wheat field during the night. A silver moon dominated the sky. From a distance, there was a farm shed and from it, a scream of terror could be heard. I ran to the shed and there was a scarecrow and a little girl. I acted without thinking and decided to burn the scarecrow with the fire that was laid beside it. The whole shed went down with the scarecrow but the girl and I left before it collapsed on us. The girl pranced ahead of me through the field and, after a few moments, she transformed into a murder of crows ascending to the sky. 

I woke up at around 9:30. Today I plan to make more headway in my exorcism mission and reach out to the family. I also am meeting Delaney at some point today. I began my day by showering and eating the toast and scrambled my mother made for breakfast. I made sure to add blackberry jam on the toast - a favorite of mine. When I finished, I got my backpack with my laptop in it and took my dad's car, a 2021 Volkswagen Jetta. I never mentioned my dad before in these diaries. Lately, he has been distant due to work. His job requires frequent travel, both domestic and international, and now he's off to Japan to meet with the East Asian branch executives. I wish I could see him more often, especially since it's summer. Life isn't fair sometimes I guess. 

When I got in the car I set my map for the address I found on Zillow:  4291 S Edward Ave, Morsport, RI. It took around 10 minutes to get there. When I arrived, I had a heavy feeling in my chest. It was time to make a decision. I could help the family get rid of the being tormenting them and rid myself of my anxiety, or I could avoid any trouble with the demonic entity and have nothing change. I decided on the first option. The house itself had a dreary aura to it. It felt like it was decaying, yet the outside was plain and in good condition. It was in colonial revival architecture and was composed of brick. It was one story and there was little-to-no foliage decorating the exterior. The grass was slightly overgrown and there was a dirty welcome mat by the front door. The front door itself was made of darkish wood and had two little windows at the top peering into the inside. 

I took a deep breath and decided to knock. At first, no one answered, but after a few more knocks, a woman arrived at the front door. The woman was in her pajamas but looked like she did not sleep in over a decade. She was pale and had brown hair that had strands of gray. She asked who I was with a look of annoyance and desperation in her eyes. I told her I was looking for Matilda Walker and she responded that indeed she was. For a moment I was thinking if I should start with a lie to cover up my true intentions but I decided against it. I told her, plain and simple, that I heard of her spiritual struggle and that I was there to help. I made sure not to mention any religious affiliation in case that was an issue. She looked surprised at first and then had an expression of relief. She told me she had been waiting for help for a while and that she was hopeless and desperate for someone to save her daughter. She also told me she reached out to local psychics, priests, and other spiritual guides but to no avail. Unusually, she did not question who sent me or why I came to help them so arbitrarily. 

I followed Matilda inside. The inside carried an even heavier feeling. All the curtains were put up and no lights were on. It was quite dark and it was not even the afternoon. She brought me to the living room, which was covered in unfinished laundry. She told me to wait while she made tea and so I did. I noticed that the coffee table had unfinished food on it too and it was starting to mold and rot. The rotting food left a slightly pungent odor in the air. A few minutes went by and Mrs. Walker brought me some black tea. She enquired more about what led me here and this time I gave a variation of the truth that left out my dealings with Kahvefu. She then told me more about her situation at hand and her daughter, Abigail, who is only 9 years old. 

Three years ago Fred Walker committed suicide by hanging in the living room. Abigail was the first to see the scene, with her mother Matilda right behind her. Since then, Matilda was severely stricken with grief and struggled with intense depression. Eventually, she became more desperate and asked a friend (who she did not name or identify in any way) for help. The friend gave her a ripped-out page from a book. It was a detailed guide on how to open a portal to the land of the dead for communication or resurrection using a specific ritual. Matilda did the ritual but fell unconscious after. Nothing happened for the next few days but then paranormal activity started to occur, gradually becoming more intense. At first, Matilda thought this was her husband reaching out from the other side and the entity at hand identified itself as such. But then, the entity began targeting Abigail after the anniversary of Fred Walker's death. Abigail would complain of physical scratches, feeling watched, and sometimes even being hit by an invisible force. At night, she would see a tall shadow in her room lurking and complain of a monster in her dreams. The monster Matilda described was the exact same one I saw during my sleep paralysis episode. As she was detailing more about the monster and the other things Abigail experienced, I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen. They were barely audible but then became quicker and headed toward our direction. I jumped up, startled, and an unseen force flipped over the coffee table, spilling the hot tea over Matilda. Even then, she did not react to it and only began sobbing. I did not know what to say, so I just went over to Matilda to try and comfort her. As I was about to, I heard a growl from another room. Matilda did not say anything and just pointed to the direction where it came from. The room she pointed at was down a dark hallway. The door of the room was white, and, with each step I got closer to it, it felt heavier. 

I opened the door softly. The room was nearly pitch black, and I could hear a low chuckling at the end of it. I swiftly ran to the curtains to open them and I half-expected the demon to fully manifest. There was no demon except for the one inside Abigail. The little girl's voice was alien, and the entity had overtaken the girl's innocent soul.

I stopped for a moment. I did not feel fear. Instead, I felt a fiery rage. It was as if every neuron in my body was in flames. My eyes squinted in pure hatred. My brows furrowed into a valley. My breath combusted into flames. I did not know if it was the entity causing these feelings or not, but I felt completely motivated to take action. A little girl and her poor mother were being tormented by a parasite that turned their lives upside down and made them feel fear in every corner. As someone who lives with such a parasite myself, I could not let that stand. 

I opened the backpack I had brought in preparation for the exorcism. In there was the unnamed book, several candles, and salt mixed with pepper and ash from my kitchen stove (to make black salt). The assortment was simple, and I am an amateur taking on a great task. But, I did not care. I wanted to take care of it immediately. 

I remembered I had Kahvefu's protection, so the only way the demon can retaliate against me is using fear. I had to keep my head in the game no matter what. I opened the container of black salt and surrounded the bed with it so the entity could not escape if it wanted to. Abigail, or the demon rather, began laughing hysterically, but I ignored it. I placed four candles on the exterior of the salt barrier. I closed my eyes and began visualizing a field of light forming a barrier above the salt and emanating from the candles. I then visualized the field closing on Abigail to weaken the demon inside her. Almost immediately, the demon screeched and ripped the sheets with claws that it grew from Abigail's fingernails. It yelled curses at me and threatened to kill me, but I ignored its cries, only focusing on the task at hand. 

My strategy was to kill it energetically with the help of Kahvefu by chanting its name. It could not escape, so it was in my disposition. It was a hard bitch to kill, however. For a period of around 5 hours, I was chanting the name of Kahvefu. I visualized light emanating from the ground, the barrier, and myself hitting the demon in various ways. In one instance, I visualized it as a set of spears; in another instance, I visualized it as a volley of arrows. The demon kept squirming. At one point it levitated the bed and the body of Abigail and then spit on me. At another point, it threatened to kill Abigail - that almost stopped me. But, I knew it had nowhere to escape and it was weakened, so I did another energetic field visualization to further weaken it.

In my last ounce of energy and rage, I rained down beams of light onto the demon while chanting the name Kahvefu. In its dying breath, the foul creature squirmed and squirmed until it dissipated into a cloud of black smoke. As the sun shined into the black smoke, it turned into nothingness as the light likely landed the final blow. 

I let out a sigh and fell into a deep sleep on the floor. About an hour later, I was woken up by Matilda. She had tears in her eyes, but they weren't of sadness. Instead, they were tears of joy and relief. She told me I saved her daughter. She is in severe condition and is at the hospital but she indicated that she was free and better when she was conscious. The doctors expect her to make a full recovery in about a month. They said she suffered multiple fractures throughout her body, including a skull fracture, and that she would need several surgical procedures to get back on her feet again. At the very least, she was alive and would continue to do so, free from the creature that tormented her and her mother. 

I took my dad's car back home after talking a little more with Matilda. It was late - almost 11 PM. I am writing this now at 1:35 AM. I am utterly exhausted but I definitely needed to write about this insane day before I forgot all the details. Goodnight.

Sincerely, 

Douglas.