HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL! :D Pumpkins, candy, popcorn balls, red wine (for legals anyway) and all horror classics - including the movie this is inspired by!

Here is the final result of one such disturbing, depraved act committed by the possessed girl, and this is where I say grab a vomit bag or something in case you feel sick or at least going to faint. Tonight couldn't be more perfect to finally present it...

MWAHAHAHA!

Chapter Six

You Know What She Did?

"Izumi, what are you talking about?"

Itachi looked at her with utter shock that she spoke up to take the initiative when these bastards just failed to identify what was happening to their niece, the daughter they never had. Everything was taking a toll on them that he was afraid of their family breaking apart.

His brother, his beloved brother whom he still cared about in spite of everything, was dead in a terrible accident that looked like drinking - but toxicology had yet to get back to them - and fell down the hill. And he had to be in his own daughter's ROOM WHILE SHE SLEPT?!

For a moment, he thought about agreeing with the theory, considering his brother's drinking habits, but after their arrangements? Itachi doubted every detail of that.

Now his wife was angry at him, because in a way, it was his fault because of that day with the ghost board their niece brought home. I should have stopped her when I had the chance. He wasn't to blame her because of being distant with her in their bed; everything had gotten to him so much that he had no idea how to function anymore. He hated himself for knowing Izumi was going through the same, yet detached himself.

The memory lingered of her nails scratching his skin when she struck him for his stupidity at not suspecting that the "spirit" couldn't have been Sakura; she'd heard enough of those stories in her childhood, too! But Itachi had never once believed in those, except erred on side of caution, which he failed this time and would never forgive himself.

She looked at him when she answered his question. "Something that doesn't happen much in the modern western world, and is dangerous all the same."

Oh, don't tell me...

Kabuto seemed to know what she was thinking, and he held his breath for a moment before speaking finally. "Well, I know your family had religious beliefs, but too bad Itachi's doesn't."

"Cut to the chase, will you?" Itachi said shortly. Control yourself, damn it! You're about to hear the damned solution!

"It's...exorcism," Kabuto finally said. "Not in my field, but it's the stylized ritual in which the priest or even a rabbi try to drive out the so-called invading spirit. It's pretty much discarded these days except by the Catholics and deeply religious who keep it in the closet because of the...risks. But there are known reports of it working. It's just a suggestion - was that what you were going to suggest, Izumi?"

Disbelieved, Itachi glanced at her only to see her eyes lowered. She nodded, saying nothing. Half of him wanted to object because of his own reasons, but because he was the one to screw up the most, he let her take the rein. What else was left for the child they raised together?

The doctor went on to explain that the belief of possession was often caused by the victims' beliefs, though that was unlikely since Sarada had none, whatsoever...except that once again brought back the memory of that accursed board he made her return to her friend. He stated it monotonously.

"You're telling us we should take our niece...to a witch doctor."

~o~

Speaking words bigger than yourself? Check.

Feeling of a presence that isn't walking among - like the belief of a deceased loved one? Also check.

It's also said that during the daytime, the victim could fight the demon, but at night is when vulnerability's the strongest - but it seems it's worse now both times.

All of this looked like a mental disorder, but nothing worked wonders. It all means something otherworldly is in play to throw us all off...

You'd think that the doctors were too closed today due to modern inventions to even suggest what her mother had. At least that wouldn't change.

They had no choice but to take Sarada home, and they did after the meeting was over, with her sedated and wrapped up in blankets. But to even LOOK at her face, the monstrous state it was turning into...it made her aunt's stomach roll over in more ways than one. Itachi did the job of carrying their niece for her with a tight expression. Kisame helped him to the door.

We're just going to have to keep her sedated so many times that it's just going to break through anyway and tear us down all over again.

She was happy to have gotten it out of her system, but her husband wasn't even on board no matter numbly agreeing with her. "I'm going to put her down," Itachi told her, and that was all. He brushed past Kisame who only exhaled sharply and shook his head. She could not agree more with the unspoken message.

"He's like this just because of everything," she mumbled, wishing it was that simple. She was so stressed out with struggling to hold on every day. But that one choice left was all they needed, and she planned to get a hold of the local church as soon as possible, though she knew it wouldn't be easy to just agree to perform an exorcism.

Just the word itself scared her so much that she nearly crawled out of her own skin. The risks involved to both victim and the one performing the rite - it meant life or death and no guarantees. She could just take a sleeping pill and sleep through the ordeal, but that was the coward's way. Same if her man did that.

Izumi was sure that she and Itachi still loved each other in spite of all of this, and if faith was strong enough for longer endurance, everything would be all right again.

While her husband was still upstairs with their niece, Kisame told her that someone was here to see them, and she snapped at him as to who it could be - and it was none other than Kakashi Hatake, who was waiting in the living area, patient but eager to get on with why he was here. "Is your husband home?" he asked as he followed her into the kitchen for a cup of tea that she personally made herself.

"He is. Upstairs with Sarada," Izumi answered, sitting across from him at the island. He hummed, closing his only eye that wasn't covered up.

"I see. Would she then, by any chance, remember if her father was in her room that night?" She frowned, assuming the answer was no, because as far as she knew, the girl was out like a log.

"She was heavily sedated. She's been so sick lately."

The silver-haired man frowned. "That serious?"

"I'm afraid it is, Detective," Itachi said, announcing himself and coming to sit beside her but in front of their visitor. "But we still don't know what it is." He helped himself to a cup without even asking her, but she let it slide. "I'm sorry I haven't been here to greet you as soon as you arrived."

Kakashi waved his hand in dismissal. "It's nothing I'm not acquainted with. But now that you're here, I'll cut to the chase. I understand the funeral for your brother will be tomorrow." Itachi nodded somberly, his eyes distant which the detective noted. "I'm sorry that you are both going through this loss as well as whatever is happening to your niece." Her mother's death, her father's distance only for that to end when she gets sick of all times. "But I thought I would come here to inform you that it's very...strange. The deceased - your brother and the girl's estranged father since her mother's death in childbirth - stays here at the house for perhaps half an hour before the death, then goes up into the room of his very sick daughter. To speak it plainly, it's not likely he would just...fall from a window."

She and Itachi hadn't seen the body since it was taken away for examination, and they were going to tomorrow before the funeral would take place, because Sarada was top priority, but what the detective said caused the blood to curdle: the manner in which the body looked from a great fall came in a chance of one in a thousand. "So, my hunch, or rather opinion," Hatake said after another sip of tea, "is that Sasuke was killed by a powerful man, point one. And the fracturing of his skull, point two, points to the variants of the things mentioned. Finally, to make it only probable but not certain, he was killed and then pushed from your niece's window," he finished.

But no one was in the room, except Sarada, so how could this be?!

They were being told that Sasuke was murdered, but it wasn't yet possible, only she could feel her heart picking up on the verge of a panic attack, and Itachi was stoned on the outside. Except inside was another story.

"So, to keep you out of it, Itachi, given you were at the doctor's office and Izumi, you were at the spa with your mother - thus leaving the deceased caring for his daughter - it could be that someone must have come between the time of leaving and the time of return home. Neither of you expected anything that day?"

None at all. "Kisame takes care of all of that," Itachi told him.

"Maybe you can, incidentally, ask your niece if she saw her father in her room that night? It wouldn't hurt to ask only if she was better," Kakashi offered patiently, putting down the cup, thanking her when he was done. "I'm really sorry about all of this. That you are going through it all over again."

Izumi looked down. "Yeah, we raised her like she was our own, after we lost what was supposed to be our first." She swallowed the throbbing lump in her throat, remembering the horrible pain in her brain, the memory loss and blackouts, until finally her man took her to the hospital where the tumor was found and removed - but when it happened as well as before that, their unborn baby was lost, and the bleeding she didn't notice until too late. She wasn't able to bear another, ever again, as a result. Sarada was only a toddler at the time of the tragedy.

Thinking about this made her all the more determined that they would NOT lose her, too.

The detective promised he would be back as soon as Sarada was well enough to be asked; Izumi was still sure she wouldn't recall a thing. She locked the door after the man before turning around only to find herself wrapped up in Itachi's arms, his face burying into her shoulder and hair. She sucked in a breath and returned the embrace.

"I'm sorry...Izumi," he murmured. Sighing at his apology and overcome with the invisible waters of healing, she loosened her tight hold but kept it on - only for the moment to be shattered as soon as chaos returned to life in the form of crashing upstairs and Sarada's shrieking and wailing...as well as that demonic voice that was not her.

"NO, PLEEEASE, STOOOOP!"

"DO IT, BITCH!"

~o~

What he and his dearest wife saw was something you would see in a movie like Poltergeist, only it was real. Everything in Sarada's room was flying about, controlled by an unseen force that felt nastier than filth in the swamp. And that was not the worst...

"Let me cut your milk buds!"

And the action: somehow Sarada managed to get a hold of a sharp instrument - they were scissors that she kept for school projects - and tore open the front of her own nightgown to show her developing BREASTS before bringing the sharp tip up and around, and it was enough to push Izumi over a shrieking edge, while Itachi erupted with righteous fury at this atrocity, trying not to look at his niece's growing parts even though he used to see her naked when she was a younger child.

"SARADA, STOP THIS!" Itachi bellowed, letting his wife take her behind and hold her in place so that he wrestled to get the weapon out of her hand before she ruined two important parts of her own body.

And he did get them away - only to find his face close to a certain lower area of her body that was a disgusting reversal of what he would rather do on his wife. The demonic girl growled akin to lust, "Lick me, bastard!"

Itachi quickly pulled his face away from that place no uncle should ever touch or kiss a girl who was his own flesh and blood, but it turned out to be a bad decision either way, as he was slapped so hard across the face he felt his skin flap like ocean waves, and was sent onto the floor, in which a horrendous agony ruptured in his lower back - specifically his tailbone. He heard himself howl like an animal which had been shot during the hunt.

His wife had been sent off the bed and against the wall, knocking into the wardrobe that eventually tumbled over as soon as she scrambled out of the way, and Itachi rolled away before it could land atop him. Wood splintered and flew about in small particles. The commotion stirred up Kisame and the other servants who roared for them, but the door slammed shut, and the floral love chair slid before it to lock it in place. Keeping him and Izumi inside.

Oh, God...

Sarada's head did one thing no living person could ever survive lest death and permanent paralysis could take place: the bones snapped as the entire head swiveled around one hundred and eighty degrees, leering and bloody with the cracks getting deeper into soft flesh.

That monster spoke again while still grinning. "Do you know what she did?" Glossy black eyes swiveled to look at Izumi who was standing up now, but whimpering and crying; Itachi was still laying where he was and trying not to do what she was doing, only the nightmarish implication behind the demon's words made him crack and half-rise only to fall back down again. "Your slut bag niece?"

What she did...that could mean one thing and reserved him to not tell Detective Hatake even if it meant obstruction of justice: she...Sarada...she k...she killed him.

She'd killed Sasuke. She murdered her own father - no, that THING inside her made her do it.

Hard as hell to bring to life the self-mutilation moment, more than everything else. But we know the worst after that is sure to come. Please don't flame me when you review.

For those of you who never saw the movie: the original version was the possessed girl masturbating with a crucifix, mutilating her girly parts, though we never see it explicitly done and only blood seen as well as hearing the foulest things: "Let Jesus f-k you!" and "Do you know what she did? Your c-ing daughter?" (hinting heavily that she DID kill the man, who was her mother's friend - at least, the demon inside made her do it)

"Poltergeist" - that just makes you think about clown dolls (shudder) little girls abducted into her own closest, old burial grounds your house was built atop, and halucinations of your flesh falling off your face...ugh, I remember shuddering and trying hard to sleep that night when I was still a child. My grandma saw it with me, thank God, which made things easier.