In an attempt, to exorcise her demonic past, she’d screamed that loud, high-pitched screech, that even HER herself had, never heard coming from her throat before.
In an attempt, to exorcise her demonic past, she’d cried, she’d, screamed, laughed hysterically, as the priests came, to perform an exorcism on her. In an attempt, to exorcise her demonic past, oh, wait, there’s, absolutely, NO way anybody herself included, can exorcise her demonic past, they’d become, a part, of her now, etched, into her systems, inseparable, and, to separate the two, you’d have to, kill her!
being visited by ghosts of Christmases past, not my picture…
In an attempt, to exorcise her demonic past, she’d gone back over the roads she’d, traveled in the past, to find out EXACTLY, where she’d, gone wrong. But, as she sat there, sorted, through those, pages, and pages of her painful memories, she’d become, trapped, deeper, deeper, and deeper still, in her own past, couldn’t, get herself out.
So, her attempts to, exorcise her demonic past had, failed completely, because, she’d, committed suicide at the end, but, her death had, shed light on the future cases of, demonic possessions. They’re, not at all, demonic, but, entanglements, enmeshments of her past!
shocked to see me??? Not my photo…
Life, the Obstacle Course 