Chapter 11

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"Well, I'm terrified of little girls now." I sighed, jumping up onto the hospital bed and laying down.

"I saw. How'd it go?" Samantha asked.

"Could've went better. She grabbed me and started whispering some shit about Satan, demons, blah, blah, blah."

Samantha rolled over to me in a doctors chair. "I think I know who this girl is. Come with me."

She led me over to a large computer; I was surprised she knew how to use it. "1932 Possession of Marie-Ann Prince. Here she is."

Some results came up about a 10 year old girl, who, after being abused by her parents for nine years, was the sacrifice of a Satanic ritual in Manchester. Marie-Ann was possessed by a malevolent spirit and was forced to stab her heart six times after the ribs were broken and shattered. She was then left to rot in the basement for the next century.

"Makes sense," I shrugged. "She said that she was 'Him Below.' Okay..."

"Did her skin reek of fish? Says here that when people sense her presence, they smell rotting fish."

"Kind of. The fish she was eating looked fresh out of the compost, too."

"Hm, yes. After she was disposed of, her spirit had to feed off of the goldfish downstairs in her old room. Her parents had no idea why the fish kept dying. They had only bought them a week before."

"Ew," I said, really fucking disgusted. "Can we go now? Camilla is biding her time."

"We need to get you geared up, Dev." Samantha said.

"Oh. Okay. What, is she gonna practice some voodoo on us? If so, I'm out."

Mabelle striked me on the head with her wooden cane. "Nuh-uh, no you ain't."

"Ugh, okay." I frowned, rubbing my head.

"Gear up, army boy. It's time to fight."

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