Wooden Toys

awoken

"Ellis! Otto! I've been worried sick, you must give me a good re-" the father  kneeled down infront of them, he pulled them up to his chest in shock.

"Come on now, sto- stop playing games, open your eyes you two." He was shaking them, they didn't respond. He picked up Ellis's chilled hands and began to rub them between his.

He started to cry as he believed they were dead, gone. He hugged them tightly in his muscular arms.

The children stretched their arms and patted their free hand on their fathers broad back.

He stopped crying.

He put them on their feet and stood up.

"What's going on?" He smeared the tears off his face and sniffed.

Ellis and Otto didn't speak until they got up out of the basement. An idea blinked in her head and she ran upstairs.

"Check the stair rail Otto." She called.

She walked into the room that had the wall paintings, and looked around. They weren't looking down at her, they were calm and expressed pleasure in their emotive faces. Then she saw him, Jesus.

He was sat in a golden throne with a thorn crown sat upon his head, and in his hands, was the China doll. Only this time it looked flourished and lively, the hole in its head no more.

Meanwhile, Otto was stunned by the change of carvings. They were, like the paintings, soothed and telling the story that was disrupted by the devil.

The story was of little Jesus, being told by his mother that if he came across a devil, he would have the power to kill it.

"It must have been a possession, wait! Look in that book!" Ellis strolled down the steps to find Otto gesturing her to look at the old, mouldy book.

She wandered over and gently held it. It wasn't symbols any more, it was plain words. It was also the words of the bible.

"I get it. I couldn't read this because the devil wouldn't let me. Now I can. The paintings and carvings have changed because the lord and his son have the devils, well, most of them. And the light..." She watched  as Otto skipped into the path of the light. Nothing.

They were safe, in the arms of their loving father and the Lord, and they lived a happy life, but would the devils haunt again?

Would possession ever occur in this religious household?...