Prologue

It was six months later after the case of the murdered teenager that I was sad to hear that the family had recently had been ill of health and uncanny bad luck. I discovered that Sandy was in the process of being examined at the hospital for abdominal pains. It seemed that the hospital was struggling to find a diagnosis. Mike had been afflicted with depression after redundancy. Sherry had become the nightmare teenager.

I arranged to visit the house if nothing else to put my suspicions to rest, on the last visit I knew that the work had not been completed. Okay, so the girl was gone. The worst part of the problem was still there. It is here I must explain that although I sensed it while at the house previous, it was not at the stage where it was proving to be able to be removed. I only hoped that with all the misfortune the family was suffering I had not left it too late.

When Sandy opened the door, I was shocked at how drawn she looked she seemed to have aged 10 years in 6 months. As I stepped across the threshold, I could hear a radio playing in the kitchen area. The bizarre thing was that the house felt silent. Devoid of all life, it felt no longer like a home just a shell.  The life that one would expect had gone.  We moved into the kitchen where Mike was standing quietly. He turned off the radio, the usual hellos and cup of tea occurred.  As we sat and talked, I could feel the strain had taken its toll on Mike.  Being out of work and trying to keep this place going was just all too much.

Sandy explained to me the problems the family had with sleeping. Including the nightmares Mike suffered on a nightly bases. Both discussed how their parental control with Sherry was a struggle. They spoke of her argumentative behaviours, at other times how distant she had become as if in a world of her own. I also suspected they were not eating properly they certainly were not entertaining dinner parties anymore.

Irene Visits the Home

Leaving them in the kitchen on their own.  I moved around the house, every room was different to what it had been before; the rooms were cold even though it was the height of summer. The more I walked the more I felt something was following me.  My head felt heavy, I felt that it was as if something was trying to control me. I had to get out, what ever this was it was evil with a capital E! I agonised as to how to tell them, the family had been through enough the first time round without having to go through it all again.

That night lying in my own bed, I decided I would have to inform them, sooner the better before this thing reached its peak. I made up my mind to phone them the next morning with the hope to be able to see them somewhere away from the house in the afternoon. Once arranged, we met in a local coffee bar not far from the house.

Interestingly what I needed to say did not come as a shock to them.  They knew that my visit had not just been out of courtesy.  They also had been feeling the negativity in the house and if I had not come to visit, they would have contacted me. I agreed to stay for a couple of nights with them to see just what was going on. After picking up some clothes from my place, I made my way back to the house that very night.

The House Clearing

I think my visit cheered them up Sandy cooked a lovely meal, for this evening she was like her old self the perfect host.  At 10 pm, I retired to bed with the hope that I would get a good night sleep so that I would be able to start working on the house the following morning.  Boy was I wrong!  I lay there thinking of how I would tackle this problem and within moments, light anomalies were moving around the room.  Already in a cold room, the temperature seemed to drop even further. There was no way the lights were coming from the road outside, as the heavy curtains did not allow the outside light through. These lights appeared in the total darkness of the room.

I heard the rest of the family retire. I laid there listening to the silence of the night. Suddenly a banging noise started up downstairs, now I know that old houses settle at night and make strange noises but this was as if someone had a hammer and was breaking up the walls downstairs. As I came out of my room, Sandy and Mike came running out of theirs. We all made our way downstairs to where it seemed the noise had come from. On entering the room just off the kitchen, the noise had stopped.  There was something far worse in my estimation, the smell of sulphur.

The smell eventually dissipated. As agreed by all, we returned to our bedrooms. My worse suspicions were founded; I knew I was going to have my hands full with this one. The morning came too soon as far as I was concerned.  I had a terrible night only managing to catch two hours sleep. After breakfast, it was my intention to fully prepare for the clearing event.  I also needed to consult with a couple of old friends of mine. One of those people, I would find at the cathedral.  It was essential that I get a blessed medal of the Archangel Michael and top up my supply of holy water while I was there.

The visit and discussion at the cathedral was successful. I next sort an old friend called Steven, who studied paranormal in depth. Although he knew I am one not to be easily shaken, I asked him to be present with me when I took this thing on.

Returning to the house with Steven by my side, we formed a strong team together.  I felt apprehensive about what we would find.  It was evident as we walked into the house that Sandy and Mike had some form of argument. Nothing said; you could cut the air with a knife. Steven and I decided to get to work straight away it was late afternoon now and Steven wanted to assemble some equipment.

Sherry was staying with a friend that night. This was a relief to me, as I do not like to have young people about when doing this type of work. Sandy and Mike chose to stay in the kitchen, agreeing to help when needed. Now it was time for me, to identify the area in the house where this energy was the strongest, hopefully it would be where Steven had put his equipment.

Walking around the house was not pleasant at all. The daytime light was fading, despite all the lights being on the house it took on a gloomy atmosphere. I noted that as the weather was cooling down the house was doing its usual thing and settling.

Starting again at the bottom of the house and making our way to the top floor it felt as if the house was watching us. The rooms at the top of the house in the Victorian days had been the servant's quarters.  It was in one of these rooms that we again smelt a faint whiff this time of sulphur. At the same time, a dark shadow moved in the room.  It became a growing mass, it was not any form known to man. The black mass was not on the wall it was in the centre of the room, the air was swirling.  Steven started to move towards it, I moved my hand out to stop him in his tracks. I am not saying he couldn't have walked through it I just did not want to see him do it.

This thing radiated evil, so much it made me want to gag.  The smell increased in intensity, my throat burning. I felt its energy as if it was trying to latch on to me. At this point Steven had backed up against the wall.  He looked afraid. I felt that it was attempting to drain my energy. I knew it was now or never, I had to act fast!

My energy locked, with this thing it became a battle of wills.  I called on everything I had; my prayers were shouted at the top of my voice. I called on my ARCHANGEL with as much effort as I could muster. The pain in my head was excruciating, at one point, I felt as if I was leaving my body.  It took all my willpower to stay grounded.

There is not any way to put in to words, just how I felt at this time.  The evil from this thing seemed to penetrate into my very bones.  I felt faint and weak it passed my mind that this is it for me. I cannot win, I knew this was what it wanted, to destroy my faith and will power.  I could not believe my eyes it was morphing many grotesque faces with eyes burning into the very soul of anyone able to see. One after the other it seemed to take shape, as each face appeared the thing seemed to lunge at me.  Upon each lunge I strengthened the invisible barrier I had mentally created between us, I rubbed my eyes and again it looked like a Black mass. ..

Then I felt it the strength I had been waiting for, no longer did I feel alone my friend was standing to my right shoulder Archangel Michael. When I knew he was there, I threw the Holy water and observed as the Black mass started to fade. I sensed Archangel Michael move forward, it was over, just like that. Turning to look at Steven's face had bought me back to reality.  He stood so close to the wall that if it had been made of foam he would have left the imprint of his body in it.

It was over and the house after a few moments started to change.  It felt warmer, by the time we came downstairs and filled the kettle  it was more or less back to the way it should have been. We had lost over two hours up in that room, on discussing what had happened Steven told me he could see nothing but the Black mass and the smell.  For Steven that was bad enough as far as he was concerned.  Steven had been spared my experience, I am grateful for this. That night we all slept well and deeply.

I kept in touch with the family for some time after that, Mike got himself a new job in the city. Sandy's health improved just after that night.  Sherry became a responsible teenager and later found herself a pleasant boyfriend. Their life is back to normal and dinner parties are again a regular happening in the house.

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