The Purging of Bridges Valley

Chapter 5

Outside the hole, Marilyn sputtered. Her nose was severely broken, blood running down the back of her throat in thick streams. She gasped and tried to breathe, panic causing her to violently tremble and swallow more blood. Her ruined nose whistled as she drew in quick gasps. Beside her, the hole that Joseph and Mickey had fallen into made the most terrifying noises like nothing she'd ever heard. She had no idea what caused it, but just by being close to it she could tell whatever resided in that thing was evil. She had seen the remnants of her husband inside that thing. Whatever was in there had devoured him. Her head spun from the shock of what had happened and the unbelievable things she was witnessing.

She ached all over and tried to sit up to prevent herself from gagging. She spat a wad of blood out and tried to keep the world from spinning so much. She had to get the police involved. She had to get away. By the grace of God she'd survived, and now she wanted nothing more than to escape and get as far away from the place as possible. Sadly, Marilyn as she existed now never would.

The entity Joseph had summoned into the hole was not sated, the ritual not yet brought to completion. It sensed Marilyn at the edge and more soil around its lip collapsed. She scooted away just as a large clod fell in.

Something, some force, shot out of the pit. It reached out and into Marilyn, passing through her. Her body became ice cold and pain unlike anything she'd ever felt arched through every nerve of her being. Her mind exploded with conflicting sounds, voices which she did not understand, a feeling of lust and hunger and hatred consuming her.

She was possessed in a matter of seconds, her mind weak and fragile like all the rest. The being now occupying her flesh accepted her sacrifice of soul and gained control of her body.

Marilyn's face slackened as it took hold, but then a wide smile grew, the wrinkled skin pulling taut. What once was Mrs. Orourke stood on wobbly legs and surveyed the area. The hole quieted down, the voices and whirling winds dissipating into the silence of the night. 

Now loose, the spirit flexed its muscles and tested its strength. The vessel was frail and old, but it would do. Soon, more of its ilk would be made whole and then it could spread. Now, it needed to move. It needed to feed.