Some people are teachers. Some are hairdressers. Some people are very talented, and can do many things, and some are only good at a few things. Well. My name is Caroline, and I excell in one thing. I am one in a kind. I moniter Paranormal activity. By doing this, I have many jobs. Police calls in the middle of the night, because a case doesn't seem normal. Or having to perform an exorsim with a Priest. Or I get house calls, when people can't explain why their kids hear frightening noises at night. That may not sound like a long list, but when you break it down, you can see not only what an important job it is, but how time consuming and hard it can be.
So our story starts in a small town called Emphaville. Tragic 'accidents' have happened there, but this was the first time I was called there. Sure, I hadalways heard stories. One of my close friends in the business had called Emphaville, "The Gateway To Hell". The spirit activity was higher than anywhere else in the world. At first I couldn't imagine that this town with a population of 30,000 could have such paranormal activity that many of my coworkers refused to go.
As I boarded a plane to South Dakota to help solve a mysterious murder that happened just hours before, I had no idea that it would be one of the most horrifying experiences of my life.
I had been called by the Southern County Police department earlier that day. Appearently the scene was so horrifying none of the corners would walk into the Living Room of the biggest, and oldest house in the some town. Seeing pictures of the house, via fax, I thought it was one of the most gorgeous houses I have ever seen. And it was very big. But I could still tell fromt he picture, that the house had very deadly spirits in the house. Maybe even level 3 Demons.
I read the report he sent me. A girl at about 14 was sick. Very sick. She had pneumonia and her family had sent her to the doctor, who told her she'd be better within a week. She complained to her mother about a hour before the family left to go to church that there were noises. Then right before they left she was screaming, "OH MY GOD! MOM! SOMETHING JUST CRAWLED OUT OF MY CLOSET AND UNDER MY BED!" But her mother checked and there was nothing there. Her mother moved her to the couch in the living room, turned on the tv, and took the family to church. When the returned, their daughter, Lizzie, short for Elizabeth, was brutally murder. The tv set appeared to have blown up. I shook my head and sighed to myself. "God, Caroline. What have you gotten yourself into?"
I remember the first time I knew I had these "powers". I had thought I witnessed a car crash, when in fact, that car crash happened 20 years earlier. The spirits hadn't moved on. I helped them. Ever since, I have been doing that sort of work. And I knew that nothing would compare to what I was going to do tonight.
I arrived at the house and felt the evil energy before I set foot on the front lawn. How could people live like this? I began up the steps to the large house and had to be careful. The energy was almost overcoming.
As soon as I saw the scene, I looked away. No regular spirit could do this. It had to have been a demon. I walked up the old stairs and knew which bedroom must have been Elizabeth's. It was the coldest of them all. And it had the worst feel to it. More haunted than the others. I touched the doorframe and saw what Elizabeth had seen in her last hours alive.
Elizabeth had been laying in bed when she had heard weird noises. Inhuman noises. Like whispering, but more highpitched. She tried to go back to sleep, but they just kept getting louder. And then the weirdest, more terrifying thing happened. Her closet door opened and then something actually crawled out of it. Something that looked human, except it was crawling...differently, it's back facing the ground, and it's head turned 180 degrees. It's iris's were blood red, and looked like they were dripping blood. And then it crawled under her bed and started shaking it. She yelled for her mom. She needed to get out of the house. Not the room. Then while she was in the TV room, she felt a hand around herneck. "Hello, Lizzie. I am Satan. Your bedroom is the entrance to Hell. And I'm going to kill you." Those were the last words Elizabeth heard before the devil made her organs shoot out of her body. Through the skin. Then they hovered in midair before they exploded, while she was still alive, watching in horror. Screaming in pain. Then the devil just snapped his fingers and she died.
Caroline tried to run out the house. But something pulled her back. A force pulled her back into Elizabeth's bedroom, where she suffered the same fate as Elizabeth.
And it will never stop.
