3:07 a.m ☠ malik

12

Astral Planes

"We really need your help," Silvanna pleaded at the man. It was evening, we were all gathered up like yesterday, and I lost even more time than the day before. If I actually am possessed, why is nothing crazy happening? I mean, besides whatever happened when we went lodging.

"I understand that you want to get rid of whatever is tormenting you guys," he said. "But I need your help first. I need to know anything that you haven't told me yet."

"Fine. Yesterday I coughed up blood, today I fainted, and in the morning I bit Zayn's lip to the point where he started to bleed. I swear, I wasn't in control when it happened. It was like I wasn't there for a moment."

"Oh, God," I heard Zayn mumble.

"As much as I would like to perform an exorcism, I would need permission from the church at the Vatican," he sighed.

"The Vatican?" I repeated.

"Yeah, the holiest place in the world. It's in Jerusalem, where Jesus lived."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of the name. "Of course."

"Has anyone used the Ouija Board?" he asked. Everyone shook their head, as did I. "This is going to be a tough investigation. No interference with the other side but you guys are still being tormented with."

He started to pack his things. This is worthless. He's not going to help us, definitely. He quietly walked out the door and left us all in silence.

"I forgot to say something else!" I blurted after I left the apartment, too. He was pacing down the stairs before looking up at me.

"Which is?" he questioned, turning around.

"I woke up with a bruise on my thigh, look," I ordered. I awkwardly hoisted my skirt a little bit higher for him to see. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Can I ask you some questions?" he asked, stepping up the stairs again.

"Yes," I nodded.

"Have you lost anyone in your family?"

I fidgeted. I looked away from his curious gaze and cleared my throat. "Yes, my younger brother."

"How long ago?"

"Three weeks ago," I sighed.

"From what?"

I looked into his eyes. They were dark, and his irises blended right with his pupils.

"Heart failure," I mumbled, covering my face.

"Did you love him?"

"I'm sorry, why are you asking me this?"

"I'm going to lock your house down tomorrow night and start a paranormal investigation. I will know if you have a ghost in your house."

"You really think a ghost is doing this to me," I muttered. "I thought it was a demon."

"That," he pointed out. "Is still unknown. Maybe we'll find out. I want to help you, someone as young as you shouldn't be going through something like this."

"Yeah," I shrugged. "I guess I deserve this. I don't really believe in . . . God."

"You mean you're an athiest?" his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah," I answered.

"Interesting. Well, I'll see you tomorrow," he farewelled.

"Hey," I called out one last time before he left. "I never got to know what your name was?"