It was the dark of Halloween Night 2020, India-ink black despite the full moon. Further, the streets, their vapor light lamps casting shadows on nothing, were quiet and devoid of life as all the little children and their grown parents remained home because of the threat of COVID-19.
Yet there came screams from the apartment complex on the corner. The police were call, but after witnessing the unexplainable horror, they had retreated outside.
By then a priest had been called and he stood in a misty shroud outside the double entry way, praying for the strength to face the demon in Apartment 101. The landlady met him at the doors and beckoned him in.
He could hear the terrified screams of the woman. It was obvious that she was being hideously tormented by whatever had her in its evil grasp.
The landlady pushed the door ajar after turning the key in the lock. The priest kissed his crucifix and pushed the door open and bravely stepped inside.
Above him, he saw the woman. She twist, jerked, spun and convulsed violently as she was dragged back and forth along the ceiling, screaming in terror and lashing out at her unseen tormentor with frightful language.
The priest began the opening exorcism prayer, “Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Ghost, as it was in the…”
Suddenly, and without the hint of a warning, the woman crashed to the floor with a hard thump.
As the priest silently continued to pray over the now-prostrate woman, he heard the vague whirring of a vacuum cleaner as it was being turned on. Without warning both he and the woman where thrust upward and against the ceiling, shifting back and forth as the old woman in Apartment 201 continued cleaning her shag carpet.
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