My Sister's Demons..

Maria's story..

I know this is a short one, but that's okay. If I get some votes and comments I'll add more to it. I just wrote it for my Spanish class, where it was Halloween and all we had to write a scary story. So just let me know what you think and I'll add some.

Yours truly,
Lou

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This has been going on for weeks, and it is to the point of life and death. "Mom she needs to go to the doctor, take her to the hospital!" I beg, she is just letting her lay there and die, I can't take this anymore! "Mother! Stop turning to the church for all these answers! I know that 'Prayer can fix everything' but Maria needs medication, she needs doctors."

"No she doesn't Antonia, she needs Father James to come. He will know how to fix this. We will have him bless the house again, burn some sage and throw around some holy water, then all will be well again. She doesn't need modern medicine." Says my mother. We are adopted by an elderly couple,  they are the only parents we have ever known. They are more like our grandparents by the look of their age, mother is 63 and father was 68 when he left us last spring. She doesn't believe in the whole doctor thing, she believes that through Christ all can be healed. I believe that to some extent, but Maria is sick. Very, very sick. "I'm calling father James, he will know what to do." About a half an hour later there is a knock at the door. Father James. A relatively handsome guy, probably in his late 20's or early 30's, but I'm at that stage in life where older guys are always gonna be better looking. I'm 17 for crying out loud, but he is pretty hot, I won't lie. Perfect olive toned skin, beautiful blue green eyes, pink lips that look like they would be as soft as clouds.. my mother shows him to Maria's room and I can hear her begging for him to help. "Please, you have to help us. Help my daughter. You surly must know some way to rid my daughter of whatever or whoever is doing this to her. Please father there must be some way to break free of whatever has a hold on my poor baby!" My mother cries with her bible in her hands.

"There is nothing more that I can do for her Sarah. I've done everything that I know possible." Father James says as my mother drops to her knees in front of him catching herself before she collapses completely to the floor. "I will call in a few favors, but I make no promises. Let us pray over her, she will need all of her strength for what is yet to come, especially if I can not get the help that I need in time. Prayer is all we have right now" he says as he extends his hand to my mother, helping her to her feet. As the enter the room the body of my sister in her almost lifeless state begins to twist and turn, contorting into way that I never knew were humanly possible. I hate to see her like this, we were born minutes apart, and it breaks my heart to see the pain she is. She is physically, mentally, emotionally exhausted. She shakes, twisting and turning, mumbling in a language that I have never heard, not even within the church. "Quickly, grab hands, and take that of the child as well." He forcefully says with a tone of panic in his voice. My mother takes my hand and the hand of my sister putting me between her and father James. As he prays his prayer of strength, of hope, of faith, of willpower and love my sisters body begins bending backwards lifting off the bed. The entire room begins to shake, pictures fall from the wall and shatter on the hard wooden floor. The violent movements of her body scare me, the look on her face, I can see the pain as she begs for freedom..but whatever has he isn't letting go. "Tell is your name oh dark one, give us a name to call you serpent. In the name of our god almighty I demand that you give me thy name!" He calls out as my sisters screams grow louder.

"Hang on Maria! You have to hang on!" I call out as my mother loses grip of her hand. She pulls free from father James' grip, standing straight up on the bed. Again mumbling loudly in the same language as before but this time in a high pitch, as if it isn't coming from whatever was speaking before. "Tell us your name demon, give it to me! In the name of god... please give me your name! And get the hell out of my sister!" I cry out.
"One, two, three, four, five six, one, two, three, four, five....SIX!" The voice calls from within my sister. Six? Six? What does that mean? Father James grabs hold of her forcing her back into the bed wrapping rope around her wrists and ankles tying her to the down, enabling her to get up. "She is ours, and she will not be returned. For her light is almost out. We six control the body, we six control the vessel that shall hold our lord of darkness."