It was 3 AM in the Simpson household and Homer awoke, feeling hungry. As he sat up, he felt the strange urge to harm someone.
"Urge to kill... Must eat first." Homer muttered as if he were a zombie as he got out of bed to head downstairs, the pupils in his eyes not there despite his eyes being open.
Suddenly, as he reached the top of the stairs, he thought of who he wanted to kill first.
"Flanders..." He muttered, still sounding zombie-like, "Must kill Flanders after food..."
He then headed downstairs to get some food from the kitchen.
As he got into the kitchen, he seemed to scan the room before walking towards the fridge to get something out of it, clumsily bumping into things as if his body was awake and his mind wasn't.
As he opened the fridge, he felt around with his hand until he felt something round with a hole in it, confirming that it was a donut.
"Mmm... Donut..." He muttered before taking a bite from it.
"Homer need drink..." He then muttered after finishing the donut.
Just as he grabbed the can of Duff from the fridge, he cracked it open and took a drink.
As he was drinking however, he - or his body - didn't notice that Marge had woken up hearing Homer muttering to who she thought was himself. Actually she had woken up the past two nights at around this time to hearing a racket in the kitchen caused by her husband, so she'd head down to see what was going on, and she decided she'd wake up at 3 AM until this was fixed to try to figure out what was going on with him.
As she watched, she knew this was a habit for him - or whatever was possessing him if anything was - since he always went for the fridge when he'd "sleepwalk" like this.
Marge counted on her fingers to signal when she thought the noises would happen, and when she got to one finger - having counted on her fingers from three - she heard the sound of frustrated growling followed by the sound of glass shattering.
This was caused when he failed to get something out of a container, and he'd usually end up throwing the item out the window.
Except this time, his growl sounded different - demonic even - as he threw the object (which was a can of whipped cream) out the window.
Marge quickly hid behind the wall that separated the kitchen from the hall, scared - and a little shocked - by the growling sound Homer emitted.
Was that really her husband?
She didn't want to hear anymore so she quickly but quietly made her way up to her and her husband's room to try to go back to sleep. But thoughts kept racing through her mind like: How did this happen to him? Is he possessed? Is this all just a nightmare that she's having, and the days are just normal days she has with her family until she goes to bed and dreams of these same, scary things?
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard the front door open and close, not even a word from her seemingly possessed husband that he's leaving.
She decided to use this time to get up - even if she really didn't want to and wanted to stay in the safety of her cozy bed - and tiptoed towards the top of the stairs to see if her husband really had left.
Once the coast was clear, she snuck down the stairs and cautiously yet quietly opened the front door to peek outside.
She looked left and right to see if she could spot her husband, and as she looked right she noticed Homer walking to Ned Flanders' house.
What's he doing there? She thought, curious as to why her husband could be heading to their neighbor's house at this time when the whole neighborhood - including Ned Flanders - would be asleep.
Suddenly her thought was answered when Homer produced a hammer and smashed through the window to his right of the door.
Marge gasped quietly so she wouldn't attract any unwanted attention to herself from her husband.
So that's what he's doing at Ned's! Marge said, watching as the seemingly possessed Homer tried squeezing through the small space that used to be where a window once was.
As Homer tried to squeeze himself through the window, he wasn't aware that Flanders was now awake, thinking he was being robbed by someone.
As Homer's body finally decided it couldn't fit and tried to struggle out, Flanders began to slowly creep out of his room, but not before grabbing a bat out from under his bed.
"I'll show those criminals not to mess with me!" Flanders muttered to himself, "Even if it's the last thing I do!"
As Homer's body tried to free itself from the tight space, whatever was possessing it seemed to leave it as Homer finally snapped awake.
"Huh?!" Homer asked, confused as to where he was, "Where am I?! And why does it feel cramped...?" He asked the last part with a whiny voice.
As Flanders got downstairs, holding his bat up in a defensive stance as if ready to attack, he heard a familiar voice.
"Homer?" He asked, lowering the bat as he looked in the direction the voice was coming from.
"Flanders?!" Homer asked in shock, "Why the hell am I here?!"
"I don't know, you tell me!" Flanders said, dropping the bat and rushing to Homer's aid.
"How would I know?!" Homer asked, not knowing exactly how he ended up in Flanders' house, stuck in the window frame next to the front door where a window should be, "I was asleep!"
After he said that, Marge opened the front door and walked in.
"I think I know how Homer ended up this way." Marge said, looking at Homer then back at Ned, "I caught him sleepwalking, so I followed him downstairs since I've been woken up these past two nights by hearing noises coming from downstairs. When I went downstairs I found him in the kitchen and found out what made those noises."
"Really?" Homer asked, looking at Marge, "What was it?"
"Well first off, as I noticed you getting frustrated with a can of whipped cream and throwing it out the window, I heard a sound coming from you like a demonic growl." Marge explained, "And I couldn't help but hear you say something before you left the room about killing Ned Flanders." Ned gasped.
"What did you do next?" Ned asked her, a mixture of shock and a bit of fear on his face.
"Well I just went back upstairs until I heard him leave the house." Marge explained, "I was scared and I didn't want to take the chance of him seeing me. But when the coast was clear, I walked downstairs and peeked outside and noticed him coming here. I was wondering what he was doing here because I didn't think he was being serious and that he was just dreaming."
"Marge, I may hate Flanders but I'd never think of killing him!" Homer shouted, sounding shocked that his wife would say such a thing about him being serious. "But on second thought..." He added before trailing off, an expression on his face showing he was thinking about it as he stared straight ahead at Flanders.
"Homer!" Marge scolded before noticing that her husband's eyes had become white and there were no pupils in them after he spoke, meaning whatever was possessing him had come back.
"Oh my god... Homer!" Marge shouted, feeling both shocked and terrified, "What's happening to you?!"
Suddenly "Homer" looked at her, his face expressionless.
"That is not normal." Ned said, staring at Homer, "He seems to be possessed! And that explains the strange happenings I've seen on the news these past two nights!"
Suddenly he went into the living room, switched on the TV, and the news came on with Kent Brockman saying, "The two bodies that were found these past two nights were identified as none other than Patty and Selma Bouvier, the sisters of Marge and sister-in-laws of Homer Simpson. Anyone with a clue on the whereabouts of their killer - or who he or she is - is urged to call 911."
After the announcement on the TV was made, Marge placed a hand over her heart, saddened by the news.
"No wonder Selma was wondering where Patty had gone just yesterday..." Marge said sadly, feeling tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"Well technically since it's 3:45 AM, that was two days ago." Ned corrected her, "Because, you know..." Suddenly he was silenced by Marge's quiet sobs.
"I can't believe they're gone..." She said, tears rolling down her face, "And to think Selma's adopted daughter is now an orphan..."
"Don't worry, I already took care of her." The demon possessing Homer spoke, "As I killed Selma I made sure her daughter would never be found!"
"What did you do to her?!" Marge demanded, now crying angry tears.
"Oh, let's just say I drowned her..." The demon spoke before laughing.
"Why did you choose to possess my husband out of all these people in Springfield?" Marge asked the demon, trying to stay strong.
"Because, he's an easy target." The demon replied, "And once I get him unstuck from this place, he'll be going after Ned Flanders, the neighbor he hates!"
"Unhand my husband NOW!" Marge yelled, her sadness changing to fury, "We once were stuck in a house that was haunted before coming back here, and I didn't take anything from the ghost living there either! And I'm not giving up until I have my husband back! And if I have to, I will hire an exorcist! So either leave my husband's body, or feel intense pain and suffering from being exorcised!"
"You think that'll scare me?!" The demon spoke before laughing evilly, "It'll take a whole lot more-" Suddenly the demon inside Homer was interrupted by Ned pulling out his Bible and facing the front cover to where it was facing Homer's body.
"If you'd like I also know how to force a demon like yourself out using incense." Ned stated proudly before putting the Bible down and grabbing some incense out from a nearby drawer. "Or we could use some holy water." Ned added, producing a bottle of holy water from behind his back.
"That doesn't scare me!" The demon said.
"Oh yeah?" Flanders asked as he opened the bottle and splashed it on Homer's body, "Begone, foul spirit!"
Suddenly they heard the demon screaming, and after Homer's face twisted in intense pain for a few seconds, his body went limp and his head dropped, making it look as if he was just hung over the window frame, his arms and legs just hanging in the air above the floor (or the ground for his legs since the bottom half of his body was outside).
"H-Homer..." Marge said, feeling heartbroken that her husband was now gone.
"I'm sorry Marge..." Ned said, hanging his head, "Sometimes people can die in an exorcism, and it looks like your husband was one of them. I'm so sorry for your loss."
As Marge struggled to pull Homer's body inside, Ned decided to help her by grabbing onto her and pulling as well.
Once Homer's body was freed, Marge quickly rolled him over and placed her head over his chest. She at first panicked when she didn't hear a heartbeat, but a second later she let out a sigh of relief as she heard one, yet she was still worried because Homer's heart was beating once every two seconds.
"Give him chest compressions." Ned told her, "Maybe that'll get his heart a-thumpin'."
Marge did as told, and every few times she did it she listened for a heartbeat as Flanders looked on worriedly.
Finally, after a few more compressions and feeling Homer's heart beginning to beat at a normal pace, she stopped the compressions as Homer's eyes fluttered open.
"Huh...? W-Wha...?" Homer asked as he slowly looked around, confused at where he was due to just getting his consciousness back after being possessed by a demon.
"HOMIE!!" Marge cried happily as she scooped him up in her arms and cuddled him before giving him a kiss, "You're alive!"
"I-I am?" Homer asked confused as if he didn't remember what had happened earlier.
"Yeah, you were possessed by a demon and almost died!" Marge explained, still happy he was alive, "Thank God you're alright!" She then cuddled him once more.
"Wait, I was possessed?!" Suddenly Homer screamed and pretended to have a heart attack and die.
"Homer!" Marge cried, shaking him slightly in fear of almost losing Homer again, "Homer, wake up!!"
Suddenly Marge felt Homer's body shaking as he tried to contain laughter.
"Gotcha!" He then said with a big smile as Marge just sat there shocked, before eventually joining in with Homer's laughter.
As Flanders started to join in, Homer stopped laughing and said, "Shut up Flanders."
Homer and Marge then decided to go home and go back to bed, knowing the demon that had possessed Homer was gone.
...Or was it?
As Flanders went back to bed as well, he closed his eyes to go to sleep, and soon after he fell asleep his eyes opened, his pupils missing from his eyes.
"Urge to kill... Must kill Homer..." He said in a zombie-like way as he lay there.
A/N: Okay, that was my third story and I hope you enjoyed!
To clear up any confusion on how Ned freed Homer, I was originally going to have him use Crisco-like stuff and rub it on Homer's body, but I decided that the top and bottom of the window frame would still leave Homer stuck because it'd have to go in the very tight space between Homer's body and the window frame, so I thought he wouldn't be able to slip through if the Crisco stuff wasn't directly on the frame he was stuck in.
Also in this story I made a reference to Treehouse of Horror I, and the reference is Marge telling the demon possessing Homer that her family lived in a haunted house and that she didn't take anything from the spirit that was haunting it.
If you remember the first Treehouse of Horror, you'll remember the ghost trying to scare the family out of living there (if I remember correctly), prompting Marge to scold the spirit that was haunting the home.
And that's it for this Treehouse of Horror fic made by me! Tell me what you thought in the reviews! Constructive criticism is welcome!
Just don't tell me the part where Flanders splashes water on the demon sucks, because I pretty much already know that. ;) Hey, it was either not have Ned mention or bring out the holy water and have the demon leave Homer's body after yelling out of fear, "Not the incense!" due to knowing how it felt and not wanting to go through it again, or splash holy water on it and tell it to be gone. I chose holy water because there's a certain thing you have to do with a burning incense and waving a feather or something over the incense while telling the spirit that it's not welcome (and possibly saying other things).
So again, I hope you enjoyed and please leave a review telling me what you think and what I could or should improve (remember constructive criticism is welcome). Thanks for reading!
P.S. I used inspiration from the story Hack Man Homer like I said I would, and I decided to add something about Homer killing someone (which were Patty and Selma), since I remembered while writing this that I mentioned in an author's note that I was going to do it.