And the 4th chapter is up! I've been having some good inspiration for this one! Also, before you start this, the split at the bottom is not separating into Pazuzu's point of view but Nathaniel's. Why his point of view must be included? It's got something pretty interesting in there that can only be told by him. Although, I think this'll be the only time this happens. Anyway, enjoy the story!

It's been two weeks since I figured out something was inside me. I did try to find out whether or not it was a spirit or a demon. Unfortunately, I feared the worst. I believe there's a demon possessing me. I discovered this when I tried my experiments. I tried to touch this crucifix in the church but my hand froze up. It was acting on its own and forbade me to even put my nail on it. I tried to put holy water on me but my hand would always miss my body. Again, it acted on its own and jerked away from my body when I tried putting the holy water on me. I even tried putting it in my drink to consume, but as I reached for it my hand tipped it over and spilled it all over the table. Then, I did one last test to prove my suspicions: I actually paid attention in my Bible study class. I listened to the teacher and took the scriptures in as she said them. And when I started believing that maybe this wasn't some demon, I heard chuckling in my ear. Right in my ears I heard that voice chuckling in the same mocking laughter. It would get louder and louder until it was loud enough to fill the whole room. It continued laughing like this until class was over and everyone was leaving. That's when I knew for sure there must be a demon inside me.

Although, you're probably wondering why I'm saying it's been two weeks instead of something shorter. Well, I was going to talk to the priest but several things happened over the past two weeks.

Every day in class, the voice would distract me by saying my name over and over again or cackling loudly. But this only went on for about five days. It was Sunday when I found myself in the living room with a Bible in my hands, and ripped up pages in between my fingers. Vickie had walked in and scolded me about it while I stared at the tattered book in confusion. I had no recollection of doing this.

This whole week during school, I would zone out and "wake up" to see a teacher either staring at me in fear, the students murmuring or whispering inaudible words, or a teacher escorting me to the principal's office. It wouldn't be until I asked repeatedly what happened that I understood these reactions. I had been disrupting the class and saying vulgar things in Latin in almost every class period. Again, I had no recollection of any of this. Everything after these events scared me more.

I couldn't look at anyone without being stared at like some wild animal. People saw me as something inhuman and some avoided my glances at them. The teachers would pull me aside after class to ask if I was okay. Of course, I would lie and say I was fine and just going through stress. I've often been told to see the priest but explained I was busy with homework and would promise to see him soon. I couldn't bring myself to do this because I was afraid of what would happen once I went to him and told him. I knew by the way the demon laughed that something bad was going to happen once I opened up.

So here I am, sitting at the dining table trying to eat my beef stew with the family. It wasn't just me who was surprised by Nathaniel's sudden disappearance. For these two weeks, Dad and Vickie have been concerned about why he staid away from the house. I can only guess it had something to do with that night I played with the ouija board. Maybe the demon showed itself or did some incredulous thing that scarred him for life.

After many phone calls to him about at least having dinner with us, Nathaniel finally complied to come over tonight. It's Thursday. His first night here in nearly two weeks.

Even though he was here, it was obvious that something was wrong. Usually, Nathaniel is talking through dinner very loudly even if there's food in his mouth. He livens up the dinner table and causes us to laugh in hysterics. But tonight, he was dead quiet as he sat next to me. Dad and Vickie were noticing it too.

"So, Nathaniel," Vickie said after clearing her throat, "How is work?"

"It's good," he grunted. A very unusual reply from him. He would often talk about how the boss was a jerk or what goes on there during his shift. By the way, he works at Taco Bell part time to earn money. According to him, a lot goes on at the Mexican restaurant. Sometimes, I wonder why I even still eat there from the things he says.

Hearing Nathaniel's unnatural silence was becoming unbearable to everyone at this point. So, Dad decided to turn to me to see if I would speak.

"Korey, how's school going?"

"Fine." I could only mutter out one word that held such a huge lie. Nothing is fine. Nothing has been fine since that dreaded night.

Our silence continued on through dinner until we had finished and moved to the living room. Vickie and Dad sat on the couch, I sat on the floor, and Nathaniel sat in the recliner. We watched the TV for a few hours before I decided to go upstairs. I couldn't stand listening to Nathaniel being so quiet. I had to ask him what happened that night. I need to know what happened!

I didn't want to come back to this house. Not after what I saw in Korey's bedroom. I use to think all his talk of the supernatural was a bunch of crap. What I saw in his room that night scared me into believing his words. I didn't even think that stupid ouija board would work but be controlled by one of us. It frightens me to think about what was in his room that night. It chills me with goose bumps just thinking of this.

After we all heard the crazy laughter I decided to see what was up. For all we knew Korey could've left his TV on or had played some weird joke on us. I didn't think much of the laughter and thought that he was just trying too hard to scare us.

I opened his door and was met with a terrifying scene. There was a man sitting on his bed with Korey's head resting on his thighs. Korey was fast asleep and curled into a ball for warmth. The room felt so cold like it was 20 degrees or lower. I could see mine and Korey's breath in the air it was that cold.

The man was dressed in a long black robe with his legs, hands, and head exposed. He was as white as a sheet, his hair shoulder length and dark, he had deep bags under his black eyes, his lips were also black and smirked sadistically at Korey. I also noticed that his fingernails were black and chipped or pointed, I couldn't tell. His fingers were combing through Korey's hair but he never woke up.

The man looked up at me and stared me straight in the eyes with that smirk on his face. He then brought his other hand to his mouth with his index finger pressed against his lips. What he told me made chills run down my spine.

"Shhhhhh, he's sleeping." Those few words that could've had little to no meaning freaked me out for some reason. Maybe it was how he said it as if also telling me "You never saw this." Or could it be because of his chillingly inhuman voice? I don't know but it still freaks me out remembering him.

I chose not to come back because I was afraid to encounter the man again. I wondered if I would see him again in the middle of the night. Maybe he would try to harm one of us.

I hope Korey already knows about this and knows how to get rid of him. I don't want the man around anymore. Maybe if that damn ouija board is burned he'll go away. Someone told me that if you burn a ouija board, the spirits can't get you or anything. I wonder if that'll help any. I think we threw the board under the bed after Korey started acting weird.

I went upstairs to the room we had our party at. The place was cleaned up and restored back to its original order. All the beer cans and stains had disappeared and it smelled very faintly of air freshener. I go straight to the bed and kneel down to the edge of it. As I lift up the covers I realize that the board is no longer here.

What the hell? It should be here! I looked further under the bed to find nothing. Except a small almost triangular object near the center of the bed. I grabbed it and saw that it was the curser we used for the game. The glass on it was cracked but not exactly broken. I flipped it over and threw it back under the bed. Scratched under the curser were the words HAHA!