Hey ya’ll,

There won’t be an update this Thursday as it is Thanksgiving! You should spend your time with loved ones and food instead of the internet :p The conclusion to The Exorcist Chronicles will be up next week.

As always thanks for the attention and time you give to the things I write. This year I’m thankful for that!

From me to you,

April Schomberg


The Exorcist Chronicles pt. 8

“Where’s Timmothy?” Miss Brown asked.

“Timmothy’s not here.” Lucy answered.

“Are we finally going to have an exorcism?” She asked eagerly.

“Oh, you’re out of luck,” Lucy leaned against the wall opposite the bed, thick sunglass concealing her eyes. Around the room stood Mr Greensly, Mr Pringleberry and Lizzy. A somber, resigned feeling filled the air. “The church called me this morning. Your exorcism has been denied.” Mr Greensly moved next to the bed and brought an axe into view.  

“What’s that?” Miss Brown’s face grew troubled.

“You’re execution.” Lucy said gravely. “It’s the next best thing.” On queue Mr Greensly raised the ax above his head.

“Are you serious?” Miss Brown’s eyes widened.

“We have no other options. Either we kill Miss Brown or you do. I think I know which she would prefer.” 

Looking up at the man poised to kill, the demon laughed. “Look at you!” He howled. “You can barely lift that ax. Don’t get any sweat on your suit!”

“Shut up and get what’s coming to you.” Mr Greensly said through clenched teeth.

“Oooooo,” the demon smiled. “You’re the one they choose? Or did you volunteer? You’re too much of a pansy to do it, and do it right. You,” the demon motioned with his one working hand, the other still broken. “You think by moving away and getting a nice government job no one would see? No one would guess?”

“Shut up.” Mr Greenlsy whispered.

“Why don’t you tell everyone about Tubby Timmy?” The demon said. “Tell everyone how they stripped you in the locker room and tied you up? Paraded the poor boy all around the school. It was ten minutes before any teacher noticed, but it felt like a lifetime to Timmy here,”

“Shut up!”  

“I bet Pringleberry over there would have loved to see it. He gets awful lonely most nights. The only reason he owns this shit-hole of a motel is because his family drove him out when they found out who he really is.” Mr Pringlberry stiffened in the corner he huddled in. “But don’t let little Miss Lizzy in on it. She can’t seem to find it within herself to like men after being raped by one. And sweet little Lucy the priest. I don’t think anyone here would find it surprising to find out you are not really a priest. Even if you were a man you still wouldn’t be. You’re not good enough. So go ahead, kill me. It will only prove your worthlessness to save this woman’s soul.”  

The demon laughed as Mr Greensly slowly lowered the ax. “What do you want?” Mr Greensly asked, desperation for logic thick in his voice. 

“This.” The demon said. “I want this. Misery, shame, sadness.”

Lucy’s tall figure deftly moved from one end of the room to the other. Pulling the pillow courteously left under Miss Brown’s head for support she held it tightly and thrust it over the demon’s face.

Everyone started forward. “What are you doing?” Lizzy hissed as the demon’s muffled laugh leaked out. 

“We have to kill her,” she said. “It’s the only way.”

No one said a word. At first the demon did not respond to what he thought was a hollow threat. But as time passed and oxygen grew thin he began to worry with his one good hand, pulling lightly as the ropes binding it. Quickly the worry gave way to frantic tugging, the legs kicking out in an attempt to knock Lucy away. She moved out of reach of the flailing but firmly held the pillow in place.

“Lucy,” Mr Greensly warned. “You need to stop. She’s really suffocating.” Lucy did not respond. “I’m serious.” He took a step forward.

“Stay back!” Lucy warned. “I was serious about what I said.”

“Lucy!” Lizzy stepped forward. “We didn’t agree to this. We were just supposed to scare it!”

“We’ll burn the body,” Lucy calmed. “No one will ever know.” Miss Brown’s broken arm became animated and slipped through the ties, grabbing at the pillow and arms, trying in vain to gain leverage to force the attacker off. In the struggle Lucy’s glasses fell to the floor. Mr Pringleberry gasped at the sight. Lucy’s eyes held no love, no redemption, no sign of God. Only unrecognizable, murderous intent.

Finally, the body fell limp and the silence grew cold.

The Exorcist Chronicles pt. 7

“We have a possession in the mansion! We have a priest in the house!” Mr Pringleberry decided first thing in the morning to be the life of the party and make the most of the situation by any means necessary. After serving breakfast he invited his four guests into the lobby. Running up the stairs he parked himself in front of Room 301, so as to not leave anyone feeling left out, and began to sing more about possessions and priests sitting in a tree.

Pained moans escaped the room as the flamboyant owner pranced back and forth along the railing. “She doesn’t like his singing either.” Timothy whispered.

“It’s too early for this,” Lizzy mumbled blurrily, rubbing her eyes.

“We’re going to have an exorcism!” Mr Pringleberry jumped up and down while waving an invisible banner.

Mr Greensly and Lucy remained silent, drinking coffee while looking up at Mr Pringleberry’s interpretive dance. “Can I push him down from there? By accident, of course.” Mr Greensly asked.

“Best not.” Lucy answered. “But don’t worry, God works in mysterious ways.” With that she took another swig of coffee, black of course, and walked back into the kitchen quickly followed by the others, leaving Mr Pringleberry’s singing and Miss Brown’s tortured moans all alone. A few minutes later Mr Pringleberry gave up and came down from the balcony. The group sat down at the kitchen table to discuss what would come next.

“After all,” Mr Greensly said with an air of arrogance. “It’s not like the thing’s going to get bored and wander off.” Lizzy glared at him from down the table.

“Actually that was my plan.” Lucy admitted. “To receive permission from the church to perform an exorcism takes months, sometimes longer. I’ll continue gathering information but it would be easier all around if the demon simply bored of its environment and wandered off.”

“So that’s why we’re supposed to ignore her,” Timothy said.

“Does that actually work?” Mr Greensly asked, wrinkling his nose.

“We could always just kill her and be done with it.”

Silence settled over the room. “What?” Mr Greensly sat forward. “What?”

“You heard me.” Lucy said.

“We can’t just kill someone.” Lizzy spoke up. “That’s against the law, regardless of the circumstances. Besides, Miss Brown isn’t gone, she’s still somewhere inside.” She looked around the room. “If we kill the body we’ll get rid of the demon but Miss Brown will be dead too. Wouldn’t that be giving the demon what he wants?”

Lucy set her drink aside. “In a way, yes. The demon wants you to be scared, to instill fear into everything it comes into contact with. What do humans fear more than death?”

“Murder convictions.” Mr Greensly said. “Forget it. It’s not happening.”

“Wait a minute,” Mr Pringleberry looked in deep concentration. “She might have something,”

“What?” Lizzy asked.

Mr Pringleberry looked at Lucy. “I have an idea.”

The Exorcist Chronicles pt. 6

Frozen pizza was on the menu that night. Mr Pringleberry despised using such measures to feed his guests but lacked motivation to prepare anything else. That being said, he did his best to jazz up the meal and cheer the somewhat uncomfortable atmosphere hanging over the group. Over the course of the meal little was spoken save Mr Pringleberry’s unrelenting chatter. Mr Greensly glared over his pizza at Lucy, who cheerfully listened to Mr Pringelberry’s stories. Lizzy and Timmothy ate sullenly.

After the table was cleared Lucy set to work, explaining to everyone what she required of them, which really was nothing at all. “I must do much research before anything else. If everyone goes about their normal business as I ask, I’m sure I’ll be able to solve this problem quickly.” Mr Greensly was not convinced but the others agreed listening to her would be best. Grudgingly he fell silent and nodded his consent. The demon, displeased with the way things were going, roared from the second story for attention, hopeful of even so much as a whimper to make its way up to him. The un-possessed ignored him relatively well and settled in for a night’s sleep.

Still, the group huddled together for comfort as they traveled up the stairs to their rooms. Miss Brown screamed louder, cursing everyone in the house for all they were worth. Unburdened Lucy cheerfully, albeit loudly for everyone to hear, bade the others a good night and disappeared into her room. Mr Pringleberry looked to Mr Greensly, who stiffly threw his shoulders back and stomped to his room, shutting the door without a word.

“Well,” Lizzy forced a smile. “See you guys in the morning.” Walking briskly down the hall she only speed up a little when passing Room 301. Timmothy looked up at Mr Pringleberry with big eyes. Unquestioningly Mr Pringleberry took his hand and brought him into his room. He didn’t feel like sleeping alone either.

Many hours later a full moon shone brightly, lighting up the balcony like sunshine. Mr Pringleberry snuck from his room, careful not to wake the sleeping Timmothy. He could not sleep for the life of him. Looking down the hall he spotted Lizzy standing before Miss Brown’s door. “Lizzy?” Drawing closer he heard whispers coming from Room 301, many voices speaking in such a way his very spin shivered. Lizzy stared blankly at the door, unmoving. Mr Pringleberry placed a hand on her shoulder. She started, jumping away from the touch. “I was just─” She began.

“I know, I know.”

“Do you think she’s going to be ok?” Looking back the door Lizzy wrapped her arms around herself.

“Lucy is an expert.” Mr Pringelberry assured. “I’m sure everything will be alright soon.”

Lizzy looked hard at Mr Pringleberry. “You’re always so positive. How do you do that?”

“It is my business.” He replied simply.

Lizzy shifted uncomfortably, looking the man next to her up and down. “Do you think… it would be ok if I slept with you and Timmothy tonight? I don’t like my room.”

“Of course.” Mr Pringleberry gently guided Lizzy towards his room, leaving the whispers to keep themselves company.