[ WP ] An exorcism of a young girl , in the perspective of the demon .

It was early in the morning when we first met, it was still dark out. I saw her walking along the fields in the twilight rain, she was wearing her night gown, corn flower blue. At first she could n't see me but then I followed her home. I hid under her bed while she crept under the covers. She was just a little thing, could n't have been more than 10 years old. The young ones are always the best, so much potential and yet gentle and unassuming; receptive to the forces around them, like a ball of clay. I waited until she fell asleep before I made my move. 
 
 I stood watching over her for a while. The house was utterly silent as I prepared to enter her body. When I first entered her mind it was like planting a seed. At first I had no control over her, she barely even acknowledged my presence within her but like any seed my roots were fertilized by her youthful subconscious. As the nightmares became more vivid and the screams became louder I slowly but surely tightened my control on her. The key is to deprive them of sleep, the conscious mind needs it to replenish itself. Once the conscious mind is weakened it begins to shut down and the human defaults to its more primitive tendencies, that is when I can control her, like the strings of a marionette. 
 
 Her parents did n't seem to understand what was going on. Every night around 3:00 am we would play together, running around the house, slamming doors. The odd time we would even head to the chicken coop, she lived on a farm, and cut the heads off of chickens. It always amused me seeing them run around for those brief milliseconds like the so apt expression claims. The worst of times were always on a Sunday, her wretched family would drag us to church. It was always so hard to suppress my disgust, one day while the reverend gave a sermon, I jumped up on the pew and cursed the man, `` Fuck you Reverend Holstein, eat my c**t! ``, I lifted the skirt of her small summer dress. 
 It was about that time that her parents started to get wise to me. I knew what was coming, my presence had made quite the impression on my sweet little hostess. No longer were her eyes bright and loving, her hair was now brittle and wiry, her soft skin now bore large festering sores and her fingernails were all chewed away. 
 It was a rainy day when he arrived, I smelt him coming from a mile away. Another one of his holy emissaries, draped in the holy cloth of their saviour. `` Fuck you Holstein, she belongs to me!'' With a chanting of his holy scripture I felt nails screeching along a chalkboard. `` Arrrgggghhh!!'' 
 `` Identify yourself demon!'' `` Fuck you Holstein, I'll fuck your mother tonight!!'' 
 
 I gazed upon the terrified faces of her mother and father. To hear such words escape the mouth of an innocent child; I sensed a part of them died that day. I was still in control of my little puppet and I refused to give her back. She belonged to me now. I had to destroy what they thought was still their little angel, make them believe that she was gone. Only then could I continue to manifest myself through her. `` I fucking hate you Clarise and David, you are shitty fucking parents! Look what you made me do!!'' I ripped out a patch of her hair and banged my head against the wall while cursing them all. 
 The priest continued chanting, I felt myself restrained by some force and then he brandished that fucking crucifix! `` Arrgghh!!'' `` Have at the demon! You shall identify yourself to me at once!'' The holy water was scalding, corroding my grasp over her. I needed to distract them, those six pairs of eyes on me ripping the girl from my grasp, in an instant we were standing side by side in the same room and I could see that sweet little girl walking towards her parents, away from me. `` Raarrgghh, I AM ZOZO!!'' 
 
 `` The power of Christ compels you! The Power of Christ compels you!'' 
 `` Arrgghhh, why do n't you go fondle some choir boys, priest!'' 
 I felt my powers weakening, by now it had been several hours. No longer was I alone with my little girl, I made one final push but it was no use; the child had left me now. 
 `` Be gone demon! I cast you out!!'' 
 My last vision was that of my little girl looking over her shoulder at me and then turning to embrace her parents. Now I wait here alone in the dead of night for another friend to call my own. 

