Trapped

7

I walked into the the country home, the fresh smell on cinnamin wafted into my nose. It was a comforting smell despise everything that has happened. The house matched the standards from the outside, small little knick knacks on worn out wood styled shelves. The walls were a mustartd yellow, with orange bloshish to make it feel like you have went back in time to the old country.

I looked down at Christi in my arms, she was pale and sweaty, she clenched my shirt and tried to go to sleep. Everytime her eyelids would fall, but she would just find herself jolting back awake anyways. I walked further into the small kitchen, the old wood burning stove and wooden table added to the elderness of this home.

Jeanie fallowed from behind me. "Country has always been my style, I loved going into flee markets and grabbing old teddy bears and these scruffed up tables."

"It's nice.." I uttered, I'm not the slightest of a country person, mostly because my mom was like this too.

"Ann?.." I looked down at Christi in my arms, "Can you let me down,I have to go potty.."

"Oh... of course!" I dropped christi down, before I could even ask where the bathroom was, she dashed off into the distance.

"Chrsiti wai-" I started, but then I remmembered this wasnt her first time being in this house.

Jeanie sat down in one of the creaky wooden chairs, and motioned to me. "Please sit Ann, its time you leanred the purpose of why all of this has happened."

I pulled out the next wooden chair that was away from her, it squeaked as I pulled it on the tiled floor.

"Okay, the truth is, my sister's family had birtherd a demon!" Jeanie exclaimed as she lightly slammed her hands down the table.

I gave her a disgusted look, I was never religous, and I was starting to grow extremely furious. I kept it down and decided to let her go on.

"I know you yourself are not religous Ann, but you dont understand what this demon can do! I love her with all my heart, but she has to go."

"What made you even think that there was a demon in their house hold, which by the way, her nam is Christi, or also known as a normal human being!" I felt rage boiling inside of me.

Jeanie shot me a look and stood up, making her chair screech across the floor. I flinched with fear for what she was going to do to me. But instead, she turns towards a a cabinet and grabbed an old tea pot.

"You dont understand what Chrsiti could do to ignorant athiest like you." She placed to bags of tea in the bot and filled it with water, sitting it on the stove and setting it to high.

I pushed my eyebrows together " I dont understand? From what im getting out of you, is that you're a crazy woman who randomly went around murdering people for no apperent reason! Thats what im understanding!"

Jeanie was unfaized by the highering of my voice, she just simply turned around and looked at me. "Shes not the first demon i have contained! and she certainly wont be the last!"

My eyes widen and my jaw dropped.

'Fun fact Ann!" she yelled in my face "My sister and her husband used to kill demons with me too! so there! im not the only "crazy" one to you!"

Her laugh filled my ears as I felt it wrap around my heart and squeeze it tight. "You're lying!" I yelled.

"Am I?" She gave a wicked smile and pulled a book off the counter and threw it infront of me. "Look at the pictues!"

I opened the leather book with the golden lettering "Photo Album" written across it. I screamed at the first picture I saw. It was a picture of Heathers dad holding a small baby in his hands, nicley wrapped in a blanket. Then the next picture, showed the baby itself, cut into pieces. Then the last thing I notice on the page is a small discription.

Lillian Marrie Dowbes

age: 16 months

Suspected of demonic activity since she was first born. The mother gave her to me to me because she was affraid of the child. She is my 17th demon for this month. It gives me morse for having to do this job since my lovley wife had given birth today to my first baby girl, Heather.

May God Bless This Lost Soul-

-James B. Turman

This wasnt just a photo album, it was Heathers dad's journal.