The Devil's Doorway: Part Two
The Devil's Doorway: Part Two shortstories stories

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Part Two of a two part story, The Devil's Doorway.

The Devil's Doorway: Part Two

"Get out of my house," I said, "You don't belong here."

A knock on the door diverted my attention, as I looked over to see Sam, peeking through the window. The upside down cross on the wall fell to the floor, as I rushed to the door and opened it.

I was out of breath, and terror was written all over my face.

"Damn," Sam said, "You look like crap."

"We have to go, right now, Sam, it's not safe here."

"Sure, it is," Sam said, as he pushed me aside and entered the house. "What's gotten into you?"

"Look at my chest," I said.

Sam shot me a curious look, "You didn't try to shave your chest and cut yourself, did you?"

"I'm serious, Sam, this is not a joke. Something followed me home from that party at the cemetery, and it's been tormenting me ever since. This thing, this demon, made these marks on my chest."

"You know I'm your friend, right?" Sam said. "And you know I would do anything for you, and I'm willing to believe almost anything you say, but this... this is insane."

"Here," Sam said, attempting to hand me a beer, "this will calm your nerves."

"I don't need a beer, Sam, I need a priest."

"Get it together, bro," Sam said. "It's just being alone in this creepy old house that has got you all paranoid."

"Sit down and have a drink with me," Sam said, as he plopped down into Dad's old recliner.


"Did you hear that?" Sam said, as he jumped to his feet.

"I told you, there is something in this house," I said.

"Is this a prank, Evan, because if it is--it's not cool."

"It's not a prank," I said, "I told you... something came home with me that night at the cemetery."

"Wait a minute," Sam said, "I heard about this."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"The three marks on your chest, and the three knocks on the wall, I think they have meaning attached to them."

"How do you know that," I asked.

"I remember seeing something on TV about this girl, who was being tormented by a demon, and the three marks on her, according to a demonologist, indicated the mocking of the trinity: The Father,The Son, and the holy Spirit."

The color drained from my face, and an unseen force thrusted me against the wall. Sam made an effort to run out the door, but it slammed violently in his face.

"Oh my God," Sam said.

"God doesn't live here," a dark gravelly voice said from within the walls. Blood started to ooze from the ceiling and drip down onto the floor.

"What's happening?" Sam said, as he circled the room in a panic.

"Come on, Evan, grab my hand."

I looked up but could do nothing more than stare at Sam's terrified reaction to the horrific events unfolding before our eyes.

A cloud of blackness surrounded the room, and a sinister laugh echoed throughout the house.

"What happened at that party? I said, as I laid paralyzed on the floor.

"Some of us were fooling around with one of those Ouija boards, before you came to the party that night," Sam said, "We didn't think it would work."

"You're an idiot, Sam. How could you mess with those things?"

"This is not the best time to start an argument, Evan."

All the lights in the house suddenly flickered, as the room faded into a black abyss. The paralysis in my body was removed, and I quickly rose to my feet.

The lights sputtered on and off, as if something was feeding off the electricity of the house. Sam's eyes widened and turned black as coals, as he started to speak in Latin, "Semper Ardens."

The prayers came out of my mouth so fast that I stuttered the words as I was saying them. The demon was speaking in tongues through Sam, and I could do nothing but pray as loud as I could.

Sam's body levitated to the ceiling as I watched in disbelief.

His face twisted, and his body contorted in ways that I thought to be humanly impossible. Pictures flew from the wall with such force that they shattered upon impact.

The house moaned and groaned as if it were a living structure. The floor boards beneath my feet shook like aftershocks, sending tremors throughout my body.

I watched as Sam's boyishly good looks, turned to a horrid, repugnant old man. Horns protruded from his scalp, and blisters started to boil and swell upon his body.

I watched the transformation from boy to a demon unfold before my very eyes. The air grew thick with despair, and a sense of dread came over my body.

Sam's body floated around the room and landed in front of me. His body grew until his head reached the ceiling, and he bent down and looked me straight in the eyes.

Sam was no longer present in this room with me. Whatever I was facing was sent there first class, from the pits of hell.

An 8ft tall demon stood before me, eyes glowing, and breathing heavy upon my face. Growling, and pig squealing, so loud it pierced my ears, as the sounds seemed to surround me.

"You will be mine," the demonic voice said. My body quivered as I looked for an escape. My eyes became fixated on the crucifix that laid upon the floor.

I ran for the cross but was quickly dragged back by the demon.

This can't be happening, I continued to tell myself. I expected to wake at any moment and be safe in my bed, with the blankets tightly wrapped around my body.

"Save me Jesus," I bellowed, as the demon released me from its hold.

I reached for the crucifix and was able to grab it with my right hand, as I pointed towards the demon, and continued to pray without ceasing.

The words flowed smoothly from my lips, as if the lord himself was speaking through me. The entire house roared like an angry lion as I continued to pray.

"Leave this house, demon, I command you, in the name of Jesus Christ, and all that is holy, I condemn you back to the pits of hell, where you will stay for eternity."

A loud boom knocked me from my feet as the demon began to shrink before me.

The blackness escaped throughout the house, and the lights flickered for a moment, until everything went back to normal. Sam was lying on the floor unconscious as I sprung to his aid.

"Sam?" "Can you hear me?" I shook his body.

He slowly opened his eyes, as he stared at me with this bewildered look on his face. The heaviness in the air dissipated, and all was normal again.

"Are you okay, Sam?"

"Yeah," he said, "but I would really like that beer now."

I chuckled, and helped him to his feet.

"So" Sam said, looking around at the chaos thrown about the house, "how are we going to explain this mess to your parents?"

"I'll cross that bridge when I get to it," I said, "but as far as tonight goes; I think we better sleep at your house."

"I second that decision," Sam said.

The Livingroom looked as though a tornado swept through and tossed everything around, before making its exit. I just wanted to get out of there.

I don't know what happened, and I will probably never be able to explain it, but I know what I saw, and what I felt. The devil was real, and I battled him and won (for now at least).

Sam and I left the house, and as much as I wanted to look back--I didn't.


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