(1:38 AM)
Dad walked through the door. I jumped up from the couch. "Thank god, you're back!"
"What's wrong? What are you two still doing up?" he says, looking from Ethan, than back to me.
"Things are getting worse!" I cry.
He looked perplexed by my words. "What do you mean by 'worse'...?"
"Look at Ethan's back!"
He walked over to him. Ethan had stayed quiet the whole time. My dad turned him around and lifted up his shirt. His eyes widened is disbelief. "I can't believe this..." He uttered.
"What are we suppose to do?!" I yelp. "We have to stop this!" I was frantic. My father came to my side and sat me down on the couch beside Ethan.
"I know, I know... I'll have to contact Father Bailey tomorrow." He replies.
"Who's Father Bailey..?" Ethan mutters. Those were the first words he had spoken in hours.
"He's a priest. He knew your mother and knows of our situation." My dad says.
"Is he going to get rid of the demon?" I chime in.
"He has tried once before, but it was unsucessful. He's the only one we can turn to that will actually help us in some way." My dad looks to Ethan and notices a small tear running down his cheek.
"It's okay to be scared..." "I'm not scared!" Ethan yells, furiously wiping the tear.
"Then if you're not scared, tell him what else happened..!" Ethan glares at me. "Just do it!" I retort.
He looks down to the floor. "What aren't you tell me..." My dad says.
Ethan sighs. "A few nights ago, I woke up in Livie's room..." His eyes were still looking to the floor. "And... I wasn't myself..."
My dad looks to me. "Keep going Ethan..." I say.
"I couldn't control what was going on... That 'thing' got inside me and made me choke Livie." He finishes.
"Why didn't you two tell me this sooner..?" He says.
"I tried to tell him..!" I hissed.
"Is there anything else?" My dad asks, looking at Ethan. He shakes his head.
"I'll call Father Bailey tomorrow... We're going to beat this." He says, grasping Ethan's head in his hands, so he's forced to look at him.
Just as we were about to head up stairs, you could hear loud footsteps coming from the ceiling. We looked up. Some were faint and others were loud thumps. It sounded like there was more than once person walking around. The room started to get cold. Chill bumps formed on my arms. I was nervous, I knew something was about ot happen. Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. It was silent.
"You two stay here..." My dad said, heading towards the stairs.
As he climbed up, I felt something beside me. "Dad!" I yelled. He froze. "There's something beside me..." I whimpered.
"Livie... Don't move..." He replies, slowing backing down the stairs. I was still. I could feel something breathing on my neck. It was so hard, that my hair blew to one side like it was the wind whipping through it. I started to panic. My chest felt tight. Out of no where, a loud growl echoed through my ear. "Help me..." I cried softly.
The cabinet's in the kitchen started banging. Plates and silverwear were tossed onto the floor. The lights were flickering rapidly. It seemed like a tornado was hitting our kitchen. I was still frozen in fear. This 'thing' was hovered around me, taunting me. I just wanted it to go away!
Than it was quiet again. I could no longer feel the entity or whatever it was beside me anymore. I ran to my father. I grabbed onto his shirt and started bawling. Ethan was paralyzed on the couch. I knew he had to be scared now.
The kitchen was a wreak. Everything was broken and food was everywhere. I didn't want to step foot into the kitchen, so we left it like it was and went upstairs. We all slept in my dads room that night. I never
knew something we couldn't see could cause so much damage and pain. This demon mean't business. It was strong and it showed us with all it's force. We had no chance against it. I was doubting this Priest could help us, since he already failed once.
A/N: I'm running out of idea's for this story. If you have anything in mind, please let me know. I tried to make this Chapter as long as I could, but my mind kept going blank/: R&R*
