~July 1st , 11:00 PM ,1976 , Paris, France~
I stared up at Sister Caroline in pure horror. Fear and shock are running through my entire body. I can barely move , I'm shaking terribly. They told me not to come in but I wanted- no - needed to see if she would survive. I'm a nun, Sister Maria. I'm currently hiding behind a pillar in the worship room. They didn't want me to get hurt or witness what could happen to Sister Caroline. Four priest and two doctors were currently trying to exorcise Sister Caroline. Or whatever was left of Sister Caroline. She was sitting on a levitated chair. The fifth one. She was extremely pale. Unhealthily pale. Her eyes were pitch black. She was screaming things in a unknown language in a really deep , scratchy voice at different pitches. The priests were reading things out of the bible in a language I knew was real, but didn't know. They were splashing holy water up at her...or it. She screeched in the inhuman high pitched raspy voice she currently had. I hissed in pain at the strong sting in my ears and put my hands over my ears. It looked like she was trying to detach herself from the fifth chair, but as if some unknown force was holding her to it. I can't believe what I'm seeing. Despite have being a nun for a few years now I've never witnessed an exorcism. She was trying so hard to escape the chair but it was like she was tied in duct taped to the chair. Even so I was shocked. I don't know just how strong she is. All I know is that whatever's in her is stronger than the average human. She abruptly screeched the loudest she had throughout this entire entire exorcism then she made a gagging sound and threw up onto her lap and a little bit on the floor. None of it was actually food chunks or anything like that, just all stomach acid and blood. Her head fell down and her body went limp. The chair had suddenly fell with a loud thump lightly echoing through the worship room due to the wooden chair hitting the hard marble floor. One of the priest slashed some holy water on her just to be safe. He hesitantly walked up to her limp body holding out a cross. He carefully checked her pulse. He turned around wide-eyed.
"She's. . . dead." announced the priest in a low tone.
I feel a ache through my entire body. I collapsed to the ground and let out a quiet sob. But yet again I'm not surprised. She had been showing signs of demonic possessions. It started with nightmares. She'd hear knocks and bangs in her room that the other nuns would here too. She'd wake up with bruises , scratches, teeth marks and cuts. She stopped eating. At first we just thought it was mental health. But when we asked she described it as 'Not being permitted to eat'. We started considering an demonic possession when her eyes go black whenever she saw anything related to God. She'd start freaking out once in a while and when we'd try to calm her down or touch her she was able to slam us across rooms, against the ceilings. We watched her crush an apple effortlessly with one hand. But she's dead now. Was she really possessed ? I believe so, but who really knows ? That was the exorcism of Sister Caroline Smith.
DISCLAIMER : Based off of "Harris Burdick : The Seven Chairs" and "Exorcism of Anneliese Michel" Sorry if I got some things wrong I don't know much about religion.
By , Emma Gerbrandt-Srigley
