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Some Mistakes Cost a Fifth

The bible fell to the floor.

The exorcism wasn’t working. We needed to try something else before it was too late.

On blood stained sheets, the little girl we were trying so desperately to save writhed around, face contorted with demonic rage. She snarled at us and spat biting phrases in German, a language she couldn’t know.

A wind rose outside, rattling window panes and she howled over it as if trying to scream the world into submission.

“Megan!” I yelled.

She ignored me, eyes focused elsewhere.

I knew that pain could drive out demons. I didn’t want to hit a six year old but it was for her own safety. Her immortal soul was at risk. Summoning my inner strength, I prayed to God, hoping I was doing the right thing.

“Deus misereatur.” I raised my hand.

I realized my mistake as I swung at her- I had gotten too close. She lunged at me, mouth open wide, managing to envelop the last two fingers of my right hand. I looked into her empty eyes as she started chewing and my screams echoed hers.

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