Ghost Hunters, but Make it College Students

Possesion is a Boy's Best Friend

YO! So, you guys will probably notice a surplus of editions this month, that is because I've decided to particpate in NaNoWriMo!  Please enjoy part 4! Also, THANK YOU TO MY WONDERFUL FRIEND WHO SAT AND TRANSLATED THIS EXORCISM FOR ME TO MAKE SURE IT WAS RIGHT!  ILY, SIL-- Ariel o_O

The house was deteriorating on the outside, the columns of the front porch that were once were now crumbling to bits. Nicholas looked warily at each step he was about to place his foot on to see if it would cave in. He carefully opened a creaking door and peaked inside.

Inside there were two men, one was tied to a chair, the other was standing over him. "Thank God you're here," the one standing commented as he walked over to greet Nicholas. "It took me forever to get him chained up like that!"

Larissa stood on her tiptoes so she could see over Nicholas's shoulder. She felt a sudden wave of anxiousness wash over her as she saw who sat in the chair. "Shit," she muttered, pulling out her books and walking past the two of them.

In the chair sat a man about their age, his hair the color of ripe strawberries, his face contorted into a mischievous smile. "I missed you," he said to Larissa.

"The feeling isn't mutual," Larissa responded, frustratedly dropping her bag of supplies. "You just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?" She pulled out a book and began turning the pages.

He grinned at her, a sick, twisted grin. He made a noise that was inhuman, and he tossed his head back and screamed.

Larissa began flipping a bit quicker. "How long has he been like this?" She asked his friend.

"A few weeks," he answered, "but, wait? You and Rowan have met before?"

Larissa glanced at Rowan. "Sadly," she looked at him and began to order Tyler around, he quickly began lightning candles in a circle around the chair. "And I happen to know what's gotten a hold of him. Let's just hope I can get him out of you in one piece."

Rowan snarled. "You'll never get him out of me," he snapped. "This is where he belongs."

"No, it's not," Larissa said. "As much as your vessel annoys me, I have a job to do, and I don't like leaving things uncomplete." Larissa began to read from the book she was holding. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus, satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernals adversarii, omnes legio, omnis congregatia et secta diabolica..."

Rowan began convulsing, he groaned. His fingers dug into the armrests of his chair, he let out a scream.

Nicholas watched in slight horror, but it wasn't Rowan that was giving him this feeling, it was the look of utter calm that was gracing Larissa's face. She seemed so relaxed, as if this were something entirely normal. Well, he thought to himself, I guess for her this entirely normal. He watched Rowan squirm, he admired Larissa's look of relaxation.

The demon inside of Rowan growled, it began screaming. Suddenly a diabolical noise was made, and something was pulled from Rowan. It was a dark cloud was shrouded overtop where he was sitting. Rowan's head slumped and his body loosened.

Larissa jumped into action, she began spouting out more Latin. She grabbed a small jar that she had brought with her and opened it. She yelled one more thing and the black cloud dove into the jar. Larissa closed it as quick as she could.

"I'm sorry, but how is a mason jar supposed to keep a demon locked up?" Nicholas questioned quickly.

Larissa held up the jar. "The jar itself is lined with salt and the top is made of iron, both are used when fighting against the supernatural." She set the jar on the ground. "Rowan? Are you alright?"