Dark Exorcist 2 (Dark Exorcist Series)
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Authors: Tim Miller
Dark Exorcist
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Tim Miller
Tim Miller
Dark Exorcist 2
© 2014, Tim Miller
San Antonio, TX
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Prologue
N
ew Dublin, Texas
Sharon put the baby down for her nap. Little Isabelle was only six months old, yet she had already grown so much. It seemed like just yesterday Sharon brought her home from the hospital. It’s too bad Isabelle’s dad didn’t want to stick around. He and Sharon had only dated for a few months when she got pregnant. Once he found out, he couldn’t leave town fast enough.
She would just do this herself. Being a single mom wasn’t new to her, but some days it felt like too much. This day was one of them. Isabelle had been fussing all day, and Simon was constantly in need of attention. She didn’t think Isabelle would ever fall asleep, but she finally did. Simon had just turned four and was playing in the living room with his Legos. He was such a good boy, she hoped Isabelle grew up to be just as well-behaved. Since Isabelle was born, he tended to act extra needy though. She had read that wasn’t unusual after a new baby is born.
“Simon?” She said as she looked in on him. Legos were scattered all over the floor as he intently built some kind of multi-colored structure. He looked up at her without saying a word. “Hey honey, I’m going to put some clothes in the washer, ok? I’ll be right downstairs, so just yell if you need me, ok?”
“Ok mommy!” He said, smiling. She smiled back and went into the bedroom to grab the laundry basket and carried it down the hall. A sharp pain shot through her foot causing her to almost drop her basket. She sat it down and lifted her foot to find a small Lego stuck to the bottom of her foot. That was the problem with those things. They never get picked up completely.
She made it to the washing machine in the basement and began to load the washer. For a second she thought she heard Isabelle crying. She stopped and listened, but it was nothing. It had been the same way with Simon when he was a baby. She was always expecting to hear him cry the instant she stepped away. Once the washer was started, she walked back upstairs. Before checking on Simon, she stopped by the kitchen and grabbed a Dr Pepper. She popped the tab and walked into the living room. Legos were still scattered everywhere, but Simon wasn’t there.
She walked over and looked around, thinking he may be hiding. He would do that sometimes. It always scared the crap out of her, but he got a kick out of it for some reason.
“Simon?” She called out. “Simon? Are you hiding?” No answer. “Simon! Come on, this isn’t funny anymore!”
She walked to the hall and looked in his room, he wasn’t there either. Her chest tightened as a terrible feeling came over her. She tried to dismiss it, knowing he had to be in the house somewhere. She walked to her room where he liked to hide in the closet sometimes, but there was no sign of him.
Finally, she walked toward the nursery. If he was in there, he was in serious trouble. He had been told not to go in there unless she was with him. She opened the door and fell to her knees the instant she saw the inside.
Her heart sank as a feeling of dread and then nausea overcame her.
“Oh my God! Simon! What did you do?”
Simon was sitting on the floor in front of Isabelle’s crib. There was a large kitchen knife sitting inches away from him, soaked in blood. He was also covered in blood, and there was blood splattered along the walls and carpet around him. On his lap was a lump of blood soaked clothes. Sharon knew that lifeless lump in his lap used to be her precious baby. Simon had blood smeared around his mouth and appeared to be chewing something.
“Hi Mommy!” he said, smiling. “Isabelle is yummy!”
D
ietrich Harlan sat in the library looking through a stack of books on demonology. Ever since incident the year before at the hospital in the Midwest, Dietrich’s life had changed in numerous ways. He was no longer a priest. Although, many who knew him still called him Father Harlan. Not only had he left the priesthood, he didn’t even consider himself a Catholic these days.
In the hospital incident, he’d had to help a young girl named Amanda. The girl had been demon possessed. Despite all the crazy things he had seen in his time as a priest, this had been the first all out, full blown demon possession he’d ever seen. Not only was she possessed, but the demon was one nasty customer. His name had been K’rall, and he not only possessed Amanda, but had taken over the entire hospital. Dietrich hadn’t thought he’d make it out alive. Several people hadn’t.
Fortunately he managed to get the demon out of the girl. Actually, Amanda had been the one to get it out of herself. He had been possessed himself for a short time, but literally had to exorcise his own demon. After learning that pretty much everything he had been taught or thought he knew was wrong, he left the church. He was now living in South Texas just outside San Antonio. He was teaching at a local college and even made a few appearances on the History channel.
He’d gained some notoriety over the past year. One publisher offered him a lucrative book deal over his experience, but he declined. The last thing he wanted to do was re-live that whole mess. He’d become the go to demonologist for every paranormal investigator under the sun. In truth, he wanted nothing to do with them. Most of them wanted so badly to find something they would twist facts to mean anything. Personally, Dietrich was not impressed with creaking doors or sliding chairs. He’d seen the real thing up close and personal, and it wasn’t just parlor tricks.
“You’re one of the only people I know who still uses a library,” A man said from behind him. He turned to see Bernard Wayne behind him. Bernard was a psychology professor at the school.
“I like it. It’s quiet here and they have the books I need,” Dietrich said.
“So does Google.”
“It’s not the same. What’s going on?”
“Well, I was wondering if you could take a look at something for me. Or someone, I should say.”
“About what?”
“Well, I have a patient. More like a patient’s mother. The kid is only four. Mom is sure the kid is demon possessed or something.”
Dietrich rolled his eyes and closed the book.
“I’m not a priest anymore. Even if he was demon possessed, what do you want me to do? Exorcise him?”
“Look,” Bernard said. “This is a weird case. The kid ate his baby sister.”
“I’m sorry?”
“He ate his baby sister. She was six months old, he cut her open and started chowing on her as if she were a T-bone.”
“For God’s sakes, Bernie.”
“I’m serious. I don’t think he’s possessed either. But he’s not falling under anything else. By all accounts he seems normal. There are no signs of abuse in the home. CT scans are all negative. I’m just asking you to talk to them. I know you’re the biggest skeptic of them all. I’d just like you to rule it out for me. They will listen to you. You’re the demon expert and all,” Bernard said.
“You don’t think this will feed into whatever illness he may already have?”
“I discussed that with the boy’s mom. She understands and is ok with it.”
Dietrich sat back and sighed.
“All right. When do you want me to meet with them?” He asked.
“I’m seeing them tonight. They’ll be at my office around six.”
“Ok. I’ll talk to them,” Dietrich pointed a finger at Bernard. “But just this once. Then you owe me a favor.”
“Of course! Thank you so much. This will help a lot.”
“No problem,” Dietrich opened the book back up. “See you at six.”
“I still think you should take the book deal.”
“Bye Bernie.” He said as Bernard walked out.
Once Bernard was gone, Dietrich looked up and thought about what he’d told him. The kid had eaten his sister? He wondered why he wasn’t in jail, but realized they probably can’t put four year olds in jail. Looking at his watch, he saw it was just after four. He had a couple hours before heading to Bernard’s office. Closing the book he stood and headed out of the library. The sun was still bright as he walked to his car. The one thing he’d yet to get used to in Texas was the heat. Even in the winter months it was hot. All those years he’d believed in Hell, which probably wasn’t as hot as Texas.
Before he reached the car, another thought hit him. Something he’d remembered hearing years ago. He turned and went back into the library and pulled out one of the demonology books. Looking through the index, he found references to cannibalism. There was only one page listed. He flipped to the page and started reading.
Once he got about halfway down the page he stopped, closed the book and walked quickly to his car. He’d go meet with Bernard and this little boy, but there was no way what he just read could be right. If it was even half right, they were all in a lot of trouble. He wasn’t one to be dramatic, so he sat in the car and took a deep breath.
“Get ahold of yourself,” he said looking in the rearview mirror. “You shouldn’t have even read that. It’s nothing.”
He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, wishing he’d told Bernard no.
M
anuel ran the mower over his front lawn. The lawn didn’t really need mowing, but it gave him an excuse to see what was going on across the street. A few days before, the little boy had killed his baby sister there. Rumor had it the kid ate the baby, or some of her anyway. The house was now surrounded with crime scene tape. There had been a patrol car sitting outside of it, but it had left the day before. The tape remained though.
There had been some local and national media come around. Some of them even asked him questions. He stood before the camera and talked about what good neighbors they were, even though he really hadn’t known them. The woman kept to herself and was always inside taking care of the kids. It was too hot in the summer for them to play outside.
The rest of the neighborhood had been freaked out by the incident. The whole town was freaked, actually. It was a small town and these kinds of things just didn’t happen. No telling what was wrong with the kid. Some suspected the mom actually killed the baby and blamed it on the boy. Others said the mom cut the baby up and fed her to the boy. It was all pretty horrible to even think about, but Manuel had always been fascinated by such things. He’d tried to become a police officer years before, but could never pass the physical. He had a genetic heart condition, and cops can’t be running around with bad hearts, at least not twenty-two year old cops.
So he made his living in construction. It paid well, but was hard work. Though it allowed him to have this nice house in this town. It was a good place to take care of his family, at least most of the time. As long as neighbors didn’t keep eating each other, it would be ideal. He killed the mower and walked over to take a drink from his water bottle. As he drank the couple next door began screaming. He couldn’t make anything out. They fought from time to time, but nothing worth getting excited over. He’d never heard them yelling this loudly though. He went back to his water, until he heard something crash. It sounded like glass breaking from next door.
Setting the water down, he walked next door and tried to look in the window but the blinds were drawn. He knocked on the door, but it had grown quiet.
