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u/Tuna-Toxic
I'm an Exorcist, I have some stories
I was 9 years old when my Dad locked us out of the bathroom as a gunshot echoed through our small house in the West Virginia.
He was a pretty sad person, abusive father, and suprisingly also an abusive mother. I'm pretty much over this considering it's been almost 20 years, and before you make any Country Roads jokes I live in Ohio. So Mountain Mama will not be taking you home.
Oh yeah, the title. I'm an Exorcist. I was raised in the Christian faith when I was younger. I quickly fell out of religion when I was in highschool and stopped going to church when I was 18. I DEFINITELY do not deny the existence of God, and I even believe it's mores likely he exists I'm just too lazy to get up on Sundays and go to church. But, since my Adulthood hit me like a small semi-truck traveling 200 MPH on the freeway I became obsessed with the idea that the supernatural was mostly natural shortly after my Dad died.
Me and my sister were tearfully searching through our late Father's books that he could never get published. My Mom made most of the money, and me when I got a job at Subway in highschool. Life was pretty good. We even had a Dog named Pickles, he was a good Dog and we all loved him so much- where was I? Nevermind, my Dad's books. He had this book that he had locked with a small padlock. We found the key hidden in a small compartment that we discovered by pulling a hidden book lever on the shelves of his office. Just kidding! We literally had to get a circular saw to get that padlock off.
It was absolutely scrawled page to page with perfectly organized and neat handwriting. This perfect scrawlings were accounts of how he was being tortured by sex demons in his sleep. I don't know if he was completely nuts as a result of an abusive past, or if he was being tortured by a Succubus or something along those lines after having a relatively uneventful sex life considering he was married to a 47 year old Christian woman.
Since then I couldn't stop studying the paranormal. And I'm not a blessed by God exorcist or even a Catholic certified or whatever one. People pay me and I pray, burn incense and recite rituals from various religions. My friends are massive horror nerds and don't typically believe my otherworldly experiences. They constantly beg me to post on this website about my experiences. Again, not believing me because of my reluctancy to share usually. Seriously who would believe this stuff? Oh well I guess people here I mean- nevermind. I do have stories to share and this just kinda an introduction to them.
If you're still reading and you haven't clicked off yet, or fallen asleep due to my boring ramblings this somewhat concerning story
It was November 14th of 2017 and I was at my desk becoming exceedingly angry after moving down two ranks in competitive Rocket League when I got a call. It was late at night and I was tired. Not to even mention it was past my business hours, but considering I needed the cash and needed a break from Rocket League I picked up.
"Is this Nathan?" The man on the other line frantically whispered before I could give my regular "This is Nathan ***** the Exorcist how may I help you?" It may be kinda stereotypical but really what would I pick up with? The dude sighed and let out a shaky laugh as he said "I know you're not in business right now but I need you to come over here like now, right now. I'm about a two hour drive away and I'll pay you double just please hurry." I considered this, and responded "Are you sure? Could it wait til' tomorrow?" "Double." He scaredly whispered. "Deal, what's your address?" He gave me the address before telling me this "I've never been this afraid, bring a gun, or a knife or anything. Be safe please I need help." I DEFINITELY couldn't say no to this guy now! I was genuinely worried at this point. I threw together my briefcase, packed my small handgun, threw my grandmother's cross necklace over my neck, prayed, then hit the road.
I was jumpy and somewhat morbidly excited by the time I got there. I drug my briefcase out of the passenger seat of my truck then holstered my gun. The house was pretty average with two cars in the driveway, a few kids toys scattered around the front lawn. When I went to knock on the door the wood swung inward and my hand almost knocked on the man's chest. He disclosed his name which I won't disclose. Then he took me inside.
His Wife was sitting in the kitchen nervously chewing her fingernails and crying. I immediately consoled her and asked them what had happened. Before they could speak I heard a loud sobbing. Their 12 year old son sprinted into the kitchen and hugged me. His face was covered in brusies and the mom began crying even harder as the Dad furrowed his brow and rubbed his face as he teared up.
"I did this." He tearfully cried "You what?" I said, standing up very taken back. "Sir, do you drink alcohol or have a substance abuse problem of any kind?" He stood up and screamed in my face, his what smelt like tuna breath spraying me alongside his spit "My hands did it!" It was at that point I understood. I tied him to the front lawn, using tent spikes to lock down his chains. I wasn't going to destroy their property. I sprikled his body in salt, no reaction. I then placed a crucifix upon his bare chest after removing his shirt then I started reciting an old Christian prayer in Latin. The spookiest language. His hands instantly tried to cover his ears as his wife noticed she screamed from the porch.
"I'm gonna kill you bitch!" He wailed over my prayers, that was when I started praying louder. It made eye contact with me and his pupils dialated until his enter eye was black. But just one eye, the other was still full of fear and sadness. He cracked an overly toothy smile and my legs felt like jelly, I felt sleepy and my eyes grew heavy but the adrenaline from my fear kept me awake. I opened a thermos filled with Holy Water I totally didn't steal from the back room at my church and sprinkled it over him, his flesh boiled at the touch and seemed to try to crawl away. His mouth started leaking blood and I realised it was trying to bite his tongue off to make me stop. I persevered through the exhaustion and continued praying.
As I finsihed the prayer his eyes returned to normal as he let out a scream so beyond human comprehension I started crying from fear. Afterwards I untied him and he gratefully hugged me and I looked down at his body. On his chest the sign of a cross had been seared into his skin. He touched it and smiled at me seeming proud of it. "Thank you." His said as the words were said full sorrow. Needless to say after that I collected payment. And drove home being satisfied and exhausted.
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https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/b7icyv/im_an_exorcist_i_have_some_stories/
▶Author:https://www.reddit.com/user/Tuna-Toxic
