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The Exorcism
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I blink as I regain consciousness. My head throbs with a dull, persistent ache, a grim reminder of the blow I had taken. Or had someone hit me? The details are fuzzy, lost in the fog of my mind. Then I realize I’m holding something. It’s cold, metallic. A crucifix.
The only light in the room comes from a single candle, casting long, monstrous shadows on the walls. The air is heavy with an unseen dread, a palpable sense of evil that clings to every surface.
Suddenly, a low growl echoes through the room, a sound so guttural and inhuman it sends chills down my spine. It’s coming from the bed in the corner of the room. A figure lies there, thrashing violently against the restraints holding it down.
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I blink as I regain consciousness. My head throbs with a dull, persistent ache, a grim reminder of the blow I had taken. Or had someone hit me? The details are fuzzy, lost in the fog of my mind. Then I realize I’m holding something. It’s cold, metallic. A crucifix.
The only light in the room comes from a single candle, casting long, monstrous shadows on the walls. The air is heavy with an unseen dread, a palpable sense of evil that clings to every surface.
Suddenly, a low growl echoes through the room, a sound so guttural and inhuman it sends chills down my spine. It’s coming from the bed in the corner of the room. A figure lies there, thrashing violently against the restraints holding it down.
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