Dark Evil and Good Men

The pain was more than I could bear, I wanted it to stop, but kept silent. It couldn’t last forever. I needed to die on my own terms. If I begged for death I was giving in to Evil and death wouldn’t come, instead my dark side would win and I’d become vengeful and roam the earth causing pain to others, just as the dark one was causing pain to me now.

Piercing red eyes burned a path into my brain. I needed help, but was afraid to call out, or even think of anyone, afraid of involving them in my pain. I prayed and prepared to die.

From afar I heard scratchy gramophone music. Was I imagining it? The music grew louder,  closer. Images flashed through my head in black and white, quickly at first, but then they slowed down. I saw tanks. Men marched in time, rifles over their shoulders. The music grew louder.

“Dad, am I with you now? Did I die?” I asked.

Music overpowered my thoughts. The British Army marched through my head, brave men ready to sacrifice their lives for their country.

“Whats happening to me?” I wasn’t sure if my lips moved or not. Was my scream silent? My pain subsided. I no longer saw evil red eyes peering into mine. Still unable to move I watched a WWII black and white movie play out in my head. My dad marched by, a young man, his beret jauntily perched on his head, a cigarette in his mouth and a smile on his face.

“I love you dad.” I whispered.

He turned around and smiled.

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Help from the Other Side – Dark Angel

441605-priestWhy are you putting up such a fight? No words broke the silence, she spoke directly into my mind. I answered her the same way.

“When I die, I want it to be under my terms, not yours. Your trickery made me want you for a while, but I see through it now. You don’t fool me anymore.”

I saw my dad’s face fresh and clear in my mind’s eye. Who was with him?

I’ve offered you eternal life. You can travel anywhere, see everything. Enjoy things you never dreamed possible. 

“All at the expense of others. My life is on this earth, not in a dark evil world of shadows. I believe in God.”

She cackled loudly and moved closer to me, Her dark beauty terrified me.

“Close your eyes Lucy, don’t look into her face.” It was my dad’s voice. I did as he said. Her face was still there, but not so clear. “Dad who’s with you? I see someone.”

“It’s Alfie, remember your uncle? He was a Desert Rat with me in Egypt, he was the battalion padre too. He’s here to help.”

I remembered him well, but wasn’t sure my kind uncle could help me. I hoped death protected him, no one else should suffer. Feeling the pressure mounting around me I called Father Angelo. Something was about to happen and I needed his help. He didn’t answer, my apartment was silent. As I looked towards the bathroom door it slammed shut. I needed Father Angelo and rose to bang on the door and get his attention. When I tried to stand I couldn’t. I was paralysed.

Come to me of your own will, or I’ll simply take you. There’s no one to help you now. 

“Why do you want me? Whats so special about me?”

You’ve been close to death and have darkness hidden within you. A darkness that would make us one. A darkness that could easily bubble into something thoroughly evil with my help. We could ride together and cause havoc in this boring world.  

I felt her touch me again, and something inside me liked it.


“I’m here. Remember when we went on vacation to Cornwall?”

The minute he spoke the darkness inside me abated. I saw myself as a child, in a fishing boat with my parents. I smelled the salt air and smiled. I saw something else in the corner of my mind, it was my Uncle, the Desert Rat. He had a bible in his hand. He read from it softly. I didn’t hear what he said, but the sound of his voice was comforting, calming.  I blocked him from my mind. If I could see him, surely the dark evil bitch could see him too.

“If I come with you will you leave everyone else alone?” I asked, trying to distract the daemon that goaded me, “will you leave this place and my friends for good?”

There was silence for a few seconds. I felt her icy touch inside my head, she was searching, probing. I wasn’t strong enough to keep her out. She saw through me.

You think this is a game and you can toy with me? Oh no, you’ve had your chance. You will be with me, but your journey will no longer be pleasant. When I’m finished with you you’ll beg me to take you as mine. I’ll make you suffer until you want nothing but me, and then I’ll make you suffer some more. You caused this pain yourself. The journey to my kingdom will be agonizing, you’ll wish  you were dead. When you beg for death, I’ll give it to you and together we will be magnificent. 


It was the last thing I said before the pain began. Was I being skinned alive?

“Stop, stop.” I screamed.

Give yourself to me.

“No, never.”

Her face hovered over me, her eyes blazing red. She was no longer a dark beauty. She was ugly in her anger.

How could I fight this?

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Dark Angel – The end is near!

Dark Angel 13As we crossed the road to my apartment I saw a dark shadow looking down at us from the window. Jeff and Father Angelo saw it too; I could tell by the look on their faces.

“She’s waiting for us,” I said. “What do we do?”

“There’s no place to hide, we need to confront her.” Father Angelo answered. “If we don’t get Jeff somewhere warm he’ll die.”

Father Angelo was right. Jeff visibly shook with cold, he was barely conscious. We walked cautiously upstairs to my second floor apartment, putting Jeff between us so we could both protect him if we needed to. He was too weak to defend himself. This was my fault, I’d pushed him into the icy lake. I’d almost killed him. The door to my apartment stood open. We entered cautiously and were barely inside when the door slammed shut. We stood still, waiting for what came next, but although the air was filled with weird electricity, the room was silent.

Father Angelo broke the silence. “I’m going to run a hot bath, it’s the only thing that will warm him up. Do you have Brandy? I need him warmed on the inside too.”

I heard the water splashing into the bathtub and wished I were the one in the warm water, but Jeff needed it more than me.

My hands shook so badly so I could barely hold the bottle. I put it to my mouth and swallowed, Jeff wasn’t the only one that needed warming from the inside. Steam billowed through the partially open bathroom door, I tapped on it gently.

“Come in my dear, there’s nothing to see.” Father Angelo said.

Jeff was submerged up to his neck in a deep hot bubble bath. He’d stopped shaking and had some color in his cheeks. He managed a weak smile. “That’s the last time I let a pretty lady seduce me,” he said

I blushed and handed him the Brandy. “Not sure I was doing the seducing.” I said. “I’m sorry.” As I fought back my tears the Father put his arms around me and gave me a hug. “Come on, stay strong, there’s no time for tears. Why don’t you go and pour a large glass of Brandy for us too. I think we need one.”

“Don’t we need to keep clear heads to fight this evil bitch that flaunts herself as an Angel?” I said.

“We do, but one glass of Brandy won’t hurt.”

When I walked back into the kitchen the room felt different, calmer. Breathing a sigh of relief, I picked poured the drinks. A voice behind me said. “I’d like one of those myself, but I don’t think it would do me much good.”

I froze for a moment. It was a voice I knew well.

“Lucy, it’s alright, I’m here to help. Don’t be scared. Come sit by me.”

I walked over to the sofa (was this a dream) and sat down next to my dead father.

“Dad, am I dead? If I am, it’s OK as long as you are here to take care of me.”

“Oh Lucy, you’re not dead, but I can’t rest until I know you’re safe.”

His voice changed to a strange whisper as he spoke to me. It sounded like a phone that was losing it’s signal.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be safe again Dad. It’s a mess. I think she caused you to die.”

“No, smoking killed me, I’m ashamed of it, but it’s true. Now I’m here to make amends and help you one last time.”

The room grew cold again, my dad faded. “Don’t go!”

“I’m not, I’ll be here trust me.”

I heard the flapping of wings and a shadow appeared in the corner. It was motionless, watching, waiting. Would this ever be over?

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206342-the-last-exorcism-part-ii-the-last-exorcism-part-ii-wallpaperI felt no fear as I lay half-naked beside the cold lake. The air around me was charged with seductive, persuasive whispers. Whispers that tantalized and excited me. Deep inside I knew it was wrong, I was giving in to Evil. Evil that would take me forever, but it felt good. My fight was over. I was falling again, just as I had earlier in my bedroom, but much more quickly this time, there was an urgency to it.

Lucy welcome to my Kingdom, shed your earthly troubles as you shed your clothes. You need neither.

Was I dreaming? I saw naked female shapes all around me. Young, sad faces looked down at me as I continued to fall. “Who are you?” I said without speaking.

Lucy, they are yours, they will tend to you and care for you. When you are with me you will want for nothing.

“It’s a trick! Don’t believe her.”

“Who said that?”

Pay no heed, they’re jealous. 

Suddenly I felt immense pain. Drops of water hit my body and burned like acid.

“What are you doing to me? Let me go.” I screamed and tried to move. My arms and chest were on fire. I heard another voice, an aggressive loud voice. Father Angelo stood beside me, showering me with Holy Water.

In the Holy Name of Jesus, I break and dissolve any and all curses, hexes, spells, snares, traps, lies, obstacles, deceptions, diversions, spiritual influences, evil wishes, evil desires, hereditary seals, known and unknown, and every dysfunction and disease from any source including my mistakes and sins.

Oh be gone Father, this girl is mine, whether today or tomorrow, she’s mine.You are no match for me. You bore me. Lucy Fight him. Come back to me. 

“Lucy, stay with us. Pray, think of your mother. Remember your father. Come back.” It was Jeff’s voice.

Father Angelo continued to pray, his voice was loud and confident. Jeff crouched beside me, dripping wet, but with no concern for himself. He put his coat around me again. His body shook with cold. I looked at them both, unable to speak. What had happened to  me? Why was Jeff wet? I was confused and scared and very cold.

“Father Angelo, is it gone? Are we safe?” Jeff asked.

“No, it’s still with us, just hiding. This spirit is dark and clever, it will strike again when we least expect it. It nearly took her this time.”

“What does it want with me?” I asked finally able to speak.

“It wants your human form Lucy. The Dark Angel wants to walk among us. She is wanton and evil. She entices you with promises, but when you give yourself to her, your life ends. Lets get you home out of the cold before you freeze to death.”

Dazed and weak I allowed Father Angelo to help me back home. I worried about Jeff, his clothes were frozen and his face white and drawn. Blood trickled from his forehead. I wanted to die and not worry about this anymore, but I knew my death would give life to Evil. How much longer could I fight?

He lies Lucy. All Priests lie. I want you with me. I’ll warm you, give yourself to me, say the words. I’m ready Lucy, I’m waiting. 

It was tempting.

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Dark Angel – The Chant

Indian ChantWhen Jeff got back from the hospital he found me sitting on the sofa in the darkness, still looking at the bottle of wine.

“You don’t like to drink alone then?” he asked.

“I did drink alone, this is the second bottle,” I said.

He came and sat down beside me, and put his arms around me, hugging me gently as though I might break. “None of this is your fault.”

“How can you say that?” I sobbed. “I was spared, while a man was allowed to die. My dad is dead. Reverend Laybourn just wanted to help me and now he’s in hospital. He’s still alive isn’t he? Please tell me he’s still alive.”

“Yes he’s going to be fine; he has God on his side remember. He’s shaken, and has a fractured wrist from his fall, but he’ll live to preach another day.”

“He looked awful when you went down to him. I was sure he was going to die.”

“He was in shock, that’s all. I should have stayed here with you instead of going to the hospital. You look worse than the Reverend.”

Jeff got a glass and poured himself some wine.

“She visited me while you were gone, she’s not finished with me yet, I’m scared. What can I do? How can I end this? Who is she going to turn on next? It could be you, it could be my mum. I’m the one that should be suffering, no one else.”

“Lucy, you are suffering. Look at you. Don’t give up, we need to stop this. If we let her win, she’ll move on to someone else and this awful nightmare will start all over again. More people will suffer. She needs to be stopped.”

The room temperature dropped again.

“Try and stop me if you dare. You are weak pathetic humans who pray to a weak ineffective god. You have no chance. I am everything, I am everywhere. I toy with you because I can, because I want to. It pleasures me. When I’m done with you I’ll cast you aside and you’ll beg me to take you back.”

I felt her hands on me again. She touched and prodded as though she were looking for something. I felt coldness surround my heart.

“Ahhhhh, it still beats, it beats for me.” she hissed.

There was pressure on my chest, and then, to my horror, I felt her lips on mine and her breath in my mouth.

“Jeff!” I screamed. “Help me.”

My glass exploded as the water that filled it turned to ice. Cold fingers grasped my ankles and I was pulled to the floor. Jeff grabbed me around the waist, pulling me back to him as began to chant  a prayer I’d never heard in a language I didn’t recognize.

“What is that noise? Stop! It pains my ears.”

The grip on my ankles was released briefly, and then got tighter.

“Your stupid Native American spells don’t hurt me. They won’t help you neither.”

Jeff kept hold of me and continued to chant. I heard my name mixed in with words that had no meaning. The grip on my ankles eased slightly and I used my elbows to lever myself off the floor and back onto the sofa, kicking hard at the invisible force that held me. The room grew warmer.

“I’m not done yet, I’ll be back when you don’t expect me. You owe me girl, and I’m going to collect. I’ll take you slowly. When you have suffered more than you ever thought you could, I’ll take you for my own. I’ll enjoy you.”

There was a deep sigh and then silence. Jeff was pale and exhausted. I put my arms around him.

“You saved my life.” I told him.

He slumped in my arms, unable to speak. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but it had sapped his energy.

I held him close and picked up the glass of wine he’d been drinking. I finished it in one gulp.

I owed my life to this man. I hope he didn’t have to pay with his own.


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I love you Dad – I want to be with you.

shadows“Get away from me,” I cried.

Shadows moved around the room with ever-changing shapes. It was cold, so very cold. Surrounded by evil laughter and whispers, I sank to my knees and buried my head in my hands, preparing to die.

“Take me if you must, take my life, but stop hurting the people I love.”

A voice that must be a thousand years old spoke from thin air. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

I clung to my clothes, which I felt were being tugged from my body. “In the name of Jesus Christ, please leave me alone.”

“Jesus can’t save you now, anyway you don’t even believe in him. When you die, you’ll join me, I’m preparing you. You will be my new apprentice, my new toy. I think you’re almost ready. When I take you, it will be spectacular.”

The laughter faded and the room warmed up. When she takes me? Her apprentice?

What the hell was I dealing with? All I’d seen was a dark angel with evil eyes. I still wondered if she was part of my imagination. Did my accident and my coma cause brain damage? I hoped Jeff would come back soon, I didn’t want to put him in harm’s way, but I needed him badly. I opened another bottle of wine, knowing I shouldn’t, but wanting to drink my way into oblivion.

Lucy, Lucy, don’t drink anymore.”

Where did that sound come from? I went to the window and looked outside. The street was empty.

Don’t drink, be strong, and fight back.”

Although the voice was distorted it was my father who spoke to me. Looking at his photo on the mantel, I took a deep breath and put down my glass.

“You can fight this, trust me, your mum needs you, don’t leave her, it would destroy her. Fight back.”

“Dad I love you,” I sobbed “I want to be with you.”

No, believe me,  you don’t want to be here!”

The temperature dropped again and an awful bone chilling noise shook the house. Surely it came from the bowels of the earth.

“Dad!” I yelled, but he was gone.

“Don’t you dare hurt him anymore, leave him be.” I screamed.

I pulled my clothes tightly around me, trying to stay warm. “I’ll do whatever you want, just leave my dad alone. Let him rest in peace.”

The shadows disappeared and the room began to warm up. I sat motionless on the sofa, afraid to move, terrified of what my dad suffered even after death.


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Dark Angel – I Love You – You Make Me Stronger!

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“Of course she’s trying to kill me, it’s what she does.” Jeff said.

“Why did you get involved if you knew that? Why did you try to help me? Two people are dead already; I don’t want you to be the third.”

He walked over and put his arms around me which felt good, comforting, but made me feel even worse. I didn’t want to be responsible his death.  I pushed him gently away. He looked into my eyes and brushed away my tears.

“Come on, let’s eat,” he said, “I’ve opened a bottle of wine.”

We sat down and tried to make small talk, but it was impossible. How could I think about anything except the evil one that played with my life. Was I ever going to be rid of her? Why did she save me and allow the truck driver to die? I’d be better off dead than watch those around me suffer to amuse her.

“What do we do next, how do we stop her?” I asked my voice breaking.

“I went to see the Vicar today, told him your story; he’s going to stop by tonight. He wants to help.”

“How can he help? When he came to my mum’s after church, the angel tormented him. He was brave, but weak. She could snap him like a twig.”

“He didn’t know what he was dealing with then, now he does. He just wants to talk to you, wants to know how this started. He had God on his side remember.”

“Yes and she has the devil on hers.” I said, ” My wine glass was emptying much more quickly than my plate.

We heard a scream and the sound of screeching tires from the street below. We looked at each other and ran to the window. There’d been an accident. A man lay injured in the street; he’d been hit by a car. He stared towards my window as someone removed his white Vicar’s collar and tried to help him. A dark flaming shadow hovered above him for a while and then disappeared. I made to run down to the street, but Jeff grabbed my arm.

“Stay here,” he said, “Your presence will make things worse.”

I watched as he crossed the road to where the Vicar lay. He  took hold of Jeff’s hand, thank God he wasn’t dead. I saw him whisper something. Jeff glanced up at me and smiled a smile that told me the Vicar was OK. The ambulance seemed to take forever to arrive, but in reality it was probably only five minutes. I finished the bottle of wine while I stood and watched, trying to drown my fear and pain with alcohol.

Jeff got in the ambulance and as I watched it drive away, I felt a cold evil presence behind me. I was terrified and daren’t around. An icy finger touched my neck and a voice  whispered in my ear. “You are making me stronger, so strong. I’m going to keep you with me for a long time, I think I love you.”

I felt her hands all over me, icy cold, she was trying to make me hers.


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A Chill in the Air – The Chill of EVIL!

I stayed with my mum until I knew she was alright. She was clearly shaken by the lightning felled tree, but had forgotten about the dark feathered shape with wings. For that I was relieved. It was seven o clock when I finally left mum sitting in front of the television watching Songs of Praise and drinking tea. I stopped by to see the Reverend and asked him to keep an eye on her. He promised he would. “I’ll send Maggie round to see her,” he said, “Your mum and Maggie like to gossip.” Maggie was the Reverend’s housekeeper, and my mum did enjoy her company, although in this instance I think the Reverend was afraid to visit himself. He knew he wasn’t welcome.

When I got home my little flat was cold. I turned up the heating, but it didn’t warm the chill in my bones. I’d just poured myself a brandy when the doorbell rang. It was Jeff, I’d forgotten about him, but was pleased to see him.

“Can I pour you a brandy?” I asked as he came through the door.

“No thanks, not right now anyway.”

“Whats in the canvas bag?” I asked him, “More bones?”

Jeff laughed, “No, something to help rid us of your evil guest and keep you safe,” he said as he put the bag on the floor. I watched with interest as he pulled out bunches of dried herbs, shiny stones, powder, books, coins. It was an interesting combination. “Are you in some sort of cult?” I asked.

“Nothing like that. You could call me intuitive though. This is a concoction I put together myself. I haven’t really had chance to try it out yet.”

“Oh great, let me be your guinea pig. What are you planning to do?” I asked, shivering, it was getting colder by the minute.

He looked around the room. “Go and sit on the sofa,” he said, “tuck your feet under you and wrap yourself in that blanket.”

I did as I was told and watched as he sprinkled a fowl smelling brown power around me. He crumbled dried herbs into the powder, mumbling quietly all the time. It was freezing now. Finally he stood inside the oval he’d made around my old sofa and placed shiny pebbles around us. Then he sat next to me, very close, our bodies touching. He put his arm around me and held an old book in front

Book of spellsof us. The yellow pages contained characters I’d never seen before, they seemed to writhe before my eyes. Was I hallucinating. Jeff took something from his pocket. Was it a joint. Was he going to smoke weed in my livingroom?

He lit it and inhaled before passing it to me. “You need to share this with me,” he said.

“Is it cannabis?” I asked

“No,” he replied, “Come on we don’t have much time.”

I put it between my lips and inhaled deeply, closing my eyes. It wasn’t unpleasant, in fact I liked it. When I opened my eyes again I was shocked at what I saw.

Faceless Angel of Death

Tree blocking road

My mum hummed a tune as she washed the tea cups “Are you going to stay for your Sunday dinner Lucy?” she asked hopefully.

“I’d love to, but I think I’d better get back home. I don’t feel great. I’ll come to church with  you next week, and maybe we can go and have a nice pub lunch somewhere.”

“Yes I’d like that.” my mum said and then frowned, “Is there something you’re not telling me? You seem edgy. Are you still taking pain killers after your car accident. I’ve heard people get addicted to those things,”

“I’m fine mum, honest. I’m just stressed with work, and I won’t lie, I miss dad. I still feel responsible for his death. He was on his way to see me when he died.”

My mum hugged me. “It wasn’t your fault. He should have stopped smoking years ago. Cigarettes killed him, nothing else.” Thunder rumbled in the distance and the sky turned a nasty charcoal grey. “Let me call a cab, I don’t want you driving me home, this storm looks like it could get nasty.” I said.

“Don’t be so silly, I can have you home in five minutes,” my mum insisted grabbing her car keys. “Was that Jeff I saw you talking too outside the church?” she asked.

“Yes it was, you never liked him did you?”

“I didn’t dislike him, I just thought he was strange. Didn’t he used to be a hippy? I think he took drugs too.”

I laughed “Yes mum, I suppose he was a bit of a hippy, it was the fashion. I think everyone took drugs in the seventies”

“Does he still carry bones in his…………..”

“Mam look out”

Lightning hit a tree ahead of us and it crashed to the ground, blocking the road. My mum slammed on the break and I grabbed the steering wheel, yanking it to the right. The car skidded to a halt. We sat still for a few seconds in shock,  knowing we had narrowly escaped death. A dark winged shape perched on the wall by the fallen tree. It was little more than a shadow. Did my mum see it too?

Her hands gripped the steering wheel as though her life depended on it. She stared straight ahead, a terrified look on her face. “Mam are you alright?.”

No answer.

“I’m going to drive us home,” I said.

She neither moved or spoke. Did she see the dark shape on the wall. I followed the direction of her gaze, but angel of death was gone. Gently I prized my mum’s fingers from the steering wheel before getting out of the car and walking to the driver’s side. Taking her hand I gently helped out of the car and guided her to the passenger seat. “I’m going to take you home and make a nice cup of sweet tea, you’ve had a nasty shock.”

As I drove away I looked in the rearview mirror at the log blocking the road. Did I see a shadow again?

Dear God don’t let it hurt anyone else.

“Did you see that big bird?” my mum asked.

“What big bird I asked,” apprehensively.

“The big dark bird on the wall, I saw one just like it at the bottom of the garden this morning, I wonder what it is.”

The rain began to fall heavily as we drove home and I was glad. It blocked the images I didn’t want to look at.