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Thank you to everyone who takes their time to review my hardwork. I've decided that each Saga will go up until 6 (Or VI, in this case.)
See what I did there? 6? Get it? 666? Ah, whatever.. LOL

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Chapter 6: Inceptum VI

"Are they set?"

"Yep, all ready to go." Martin pressed 'record' on the camera, his image reflected on the camcorder screen.

Kathryn settled uneasily into the sofa, staring at her hands as she contemplated the situation. Everything was going to be fine; she just had to believe that things would turn out in her favor. In one of Martin's books, the author genuinely stressed that if worry plagues those who are being haunted, then one must go to all lengths to ignore the spiritual being's presence before the life of the reader and those around him or her are placed in severe jeopardy.

The demon relishes in fear. Aches for it. Strives for it. Fear is considered the ultimate compliment for an entity.

"Alright.." She eventually replied to him in murmur.

He sensed her distress and came to sit by her, giving a light nudge to her shoulder, "It'll be fine, don't worry."

"Don't you think we should call a paranormal investigator, Marty?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging, "I suppose it couldn't hurt, but what if you aren't being followed? Then all that money spent on reserving a meeting with a Demonologist will be for nothing."

"So if after tonight we're both sure that there's something here, we can call a specialist?" She inquired, gazing idly at a nearby wall.

He clapped a hand on her shoulder, smiling, "Sure. But first, lets start off with a few tests."

Averting her sight from the wall, she peered at him questionably, "…Tests?"

"Just a few little things to break our buddy out of his shell. Make him more… Charismatic and outgoing." He spoke quickly as he drug various objects from his satchel. Oddly, a sweater being one of them.

Kathryn pursed her lips, following him as he moved across the room, glancing outside before throwing the sweater on , "Are these tests dangerous?"

"I suppose they can be, Kat.. But I rather doubt it at this stage."

She hummed, then stood up from her seat on the couch, "I'll be right back,"

Distracted in his work, he waved her off as he began to assemble the first test by shutting every window, turning off the thermostat and powering down the air ventilation in the house.

After ascending the staircase, she entered her bedroom and glanced at the video recorder resting on the tripod before opening her schoolbag to find her class text and notebook.

"Kathryn."

She turned her head toward the door way, "What is it, Ma-"

…

Martin wasn't there. The doorway was empty.

But that was Marty's voice just now? Scanning the room and hallway, she didn't find him anywhere in sight.

"Martin..?"

She waited for a response. There was no answer, "Martin! Answer me..!"

Gathering her school belongings, she treaded carefully towards the door. Her heart began to writhe against her chest; her breathing became laboured. Was he playing a trick on her for being so paranoid earlier? No.. Marty wasn't the type to do such a thing.

She slowly began to make her way into the hall, stopping fully in her steps when a horrible cracking echoed from the roof. Her eyes gradually trailed up the wall to meet with the white ceiling, which was void of any odd markings. Had it been the attic?

Casting the thought aside, a sense of relief divulged in her and she tentatively raise a hand to her heart, releasing the intake of oxygen she had been with holding.

Suddenly, a rough slam crashed against the wall nearest to her. Her resolve slipping, the books fell from her grasp as she screamed and ran through the hall and down the staircase, calling Martin's name.

He emerged from the basement as she landed at the bottom step, and was shocked at shaken appearance of the female before him, "What is it? Did something happen?"

"Y-Yes, I was.." The brunette stammered, finding it difficult to produce a valid string of words, "It just.. That thing! It.."

Martin held her upper arms in his palms to steady her, "Calm down.. Breathe. Tell me what happened."

Forcing herself to breathe evenly, she managed to say, "The monster.. It.. I was in my bedroom when I heard your voice say my name from the doorway but when I turned you weren't ther-"

"Wait, hold on. My voice?" He questioned hastily, "You heard my voice specifically?"

She nodded, quivering, "Yes! Were you upstairs at all?"

"No, I was in the basement this entire time." Martin explained, observing the series of emotions concealed in her eyes.

She barely spoke bellow a whisper, "Then how did I hear you say my name…?"

Comprehension clued on his visage as he clasped her hand in his and led her over to his collection of paranormal books, "I think I know how.."

"How then?"

He pressed down against her shoulders, forcing her to sit before handing her a thick hardcover and flipping through the flimsy pages until stopping at his desired page. Martin pointed, "There. Look,"

Kathryn read aloud, "Throughout the centuries, demons have been known to beguile and insult those who they prey upon. These malevolent beings are capable of many sorts of trickery, such as deception, clairvoyance, impersonation, hypnosis, telekinesis and more. Demons burrow themselves deep into the knowledge of you and those around you."

"There, impersonation." He exclaimed, "If you heard my name when I wasn't even remotely nearby, then it's possible that this entity wants you to trust it like how you trust me, and aimed to accomplish that by impersonating my voice to gain your attention."

She was at a loss for words. For what reason would it want her attention? There were so many things she didn't comprehend.

Martin continued, "Essentially, this thing knows everything you, backwards and forwards. Just like the book says: It knows exactly what you're thinking and the current emotions you feel. It even has incredible insight to your past, present and your future. This demon -and I think it's safe to call it a demon by now- knows things as simple as what you're going to eat for lunch the next day."

It was as if privacy itself was stripped away from her. A headache began to swell in her, "What about you…?"

"Yes, it probably knows everything about me as well. Hell, it's likely that the demon knows everything about .. everything. This creature is basically an encyclopaedia equipped with terrifying abilities."

"What do you suppose we do?"

He stood, bringing her up with him, "Well, since we know we have its attention now -even though I'm sure we had it long before this moment- we'll perform the first experiment."

She brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, "Am I involved in this test?"

"Of course! You're our best bet to make the demon voice itself; after all, it has been with you for all this time. You must be the best of friends."

"That isn't funny, Martin.."

He scratched the side of his cheek, smiling crookedly, "Right, right. Sorry." He held onto her forearm, positioning her in the center of the room, "Stand right here while I ask a few questions to our bud. If this works, a breeze will blow with either humid or chilling air."

"Is that why you were in the basement, and why you have the sweater?" She asked, "Is the sweater for me to wear during the experiment, if the air gets cold?"

Marty grinned, "Yes, I was turning off the ventilation through the house so we wouldn't get the two drafts confused, but no," He continued, "the sweater is not for you. It's for me."

"Why?"

"Cause the rush of air will only be occurring around you, so youhave to be able to feel the demon's presence in the room when I begin the questions. I don't want to freeze."

Kathryn chewed her bottom lip as anxiety divulged in her. Little did she know, this demon examination would be one of many..

Please review! The next chapter begins a new Saga, and with it comes the threatening rise of the demon. :)