The Possession of Michael King Page #2

- Okay?

I think that's a great idea.

I'm really good at

fending off monsters.

Aunt Beth is the best.

Hey, young lady.

Where do you think you're going?

Are you okay?

All right, give me kisses.

- I love you.

- I love you, too, Dad.

Crowley's gonna take

care of you, okay?

- And Fishbone.

- Okay.

What is all this stuff, Michael?

I mean, you wonder why she's

getting all these nightmares?

Seriously?

It's my new project.

Oh, right.

What?

I thought that you would

be happy, of all people,

to see me, you know, getting

back to work and moving on.

This isn't really

moving on, Michael.

- Well, it is for me.

- Okay.

I'm gonna go put her to bed.

Okay, so last night I posted an ad.

Documentary filmmaker seeks

proof of the supernatural.

There must be, I don't know, over

300 hits on this thing already.

We've got Satanists,

voodoo, necromancy.

I even have a priest on here.

I guess that's Los

Angeles for you, right?

We're gonna have no shortage

of material, that's for sure.

What if one of these f***ing

Satanists is a serial killer?

- What then?

- Are you serious?

Don't be such a p*ssy.

So, Father Gibbons,

the Church won't talk

about it publicly,

but behind closed doors you claim

they're performing exorcisms.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Okay. And these demons

that they're exorcising,

is there any proof

that they're real?

A physical proof?

Like horns and brimstone?

Fire, that kind of thing?

Well, any kind of thing.

I just don't understand why there's

never been any documented evidence.

What makes you think there's not?

I haven't seen any.

Well, I mean, of

course you haven't.

You haven't been allowed to.

Okay, listen, you

stated in your e-mail

that you had a real

experience, real proof,

but you don't, do you?

Okay.

When I was 10,

my father...

he started to take advantage of me.

Every night he would

come into my room...

close the door...

My mother, she must have known.

She prayed all the time.

That was her remedy.

God.

Well, I prayed to God,

but He never stopped

my father, not once.

So I gave up on God.

Started to pray to the devil.

Told him I would do anything

if he'd just make my father stop.

Well, one night not long after,

in the middle of one of his visits,

my father had a heart attack.

Died on the spot.

Wow.

That's awful.

I mean, what happened

to you, it's awful.

But come on.

I mean, how is that anything more

than just a strange coincidence?

Well, not long after, I...

began to hear him

calling out to me,

saying things.

I mean, awful, awful things.

The devil?

You hear him...

you don't answer.

Because if you do, he will

know you're listening

and he will never let you go.

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