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Before both of them went to bed for the night, Bobby asked, “Is there anyone here?”

 

 

“Anyone?”

The medium reasoned after five minutes of nothing, “This entity doesn’t want to name itself because names give the speaker power. It’s likely a demon. Don’t worry, I will make it talk.” Alison audibly gasped while I stifled a laugh. He could have told her it was her dead Grandmother returning from the afterlife to get her to buy a time share in Heaven and she probably would have put a down payment on the place.

 

 

 

The spiritualist blurted out, “Are you Urashima?”

“Fuck you demon. I will not be made of fool of!” he roared. He took a minute to compose himself from his outburst before he continued, “…This seems like the work of an old demon I am very familiar with. His name is Pazuzu and we’ve fought many times. You were right in calling me. We need to finish this now.”

 

 

I was being cast out and the medium was more than what he seemed.

Danny DeVito’s uglier twin shouted, “Begone demon!” and I felt something change in the apartment room. I couldn’t move my body but I felt it behind me. It felt like what you imagine the vacuum of space would be like. I couldn’t turn around to look at it, but I was certain that an abyss had opened up behind me and that inside the portal lied oblivion. It was the place that all exorcized spirits went to. It wasn’t Heaven or Hell, it was nothingness. It was a void. There was nothing there. I tried to grip the table as it dragged me backwards, but I couldn’t. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to break free unless he stopped spouting lines from exorcism movies.

 

 

Danny DeVito lite roared over my pleading, “In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti, ego præcipio tibi, ut hinc!”

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