I lived with my sister in a cottage I just bought. I was told that a devil roams the streets at night and tries to possesses anyone who comes there. My sister and I were Christians but we didn’t practice this religion devoutly. The neighbour told me to put crosses around my house. But like I said we weren’t religious neither did we believe in things like ghosts or demons. The neighbourhood was a rather go-to-church-every Sunday type not our kind of people but the place was rather cheap so we had to make do with it. The people were nice but always afraid. They were stuck here as most of them were too poor to move anywhere else.
I was the only one working but I could afford to feed the two of us. It was apparent, as time went by, that they didn’t want people like me and my sister here. So I used to keep the doors unlocked purposely and the windows open just to spite my neighbours. To show them that being religious was a stupid thing to be.
I went to a party one evening and came back around 2 a.m. Around 3 a.m. I got a call that my mother had just died. I was in shock. I went to my sister’s room to tell her about it. But when I entered the bedroom the floor was very hot, things looked like they were melting. But I didn’t have time for that. I found my sister sleeping like an animal- hands and feet under her body. It creeped me out so much that I almost forgot why I had come in there in the first place. I told her mum had just died. She started crying but something seemed off. I couldn’t put my finger it on it. The funeral was to be held after 2 days as it would take us that long to reach our mum’s home. The whole time we travelled my sister creeped me out.
We reached our childhood home. I saw my mum’s body in a silver casket. I have never felt so much pain before. I immediately rushed to the washroom to avoid looking at my dear dead mum.
After an hour we left for the cemetery . But when we reached it the gates weren’t open yet. We waited for the caretaker to come around and that’s when I noticed something strange. Everyone’s eyes were a deeper red. They looked as if they were getting scared of the cemetery. I noticed there was something black on all their hands and when I looked closely I wished my soul was taken from me. For right there on their palms was an upturned cross. They must have realized I was looking at it for they began cracking up their bodies and turning into demons. My sister turned into the most horrendous looking one of all. I finally found the strength to run but she caught me. I struggled and managed to squeeze myself free. I got in the car and sped home. I locked the doors, windows and anything else that could provide and entry. Strangely enough nobody followed me home. I remembered my neighbours back home and decided Church was the one place I would be really, really safe. I mean those creatures did look so scared of the cemetery and I guessed it was because of all the crosses in there. So the next day after making sure there were no demons or any strange creatures about I rushed back into my car and made for the church. I parked and ran for the entrance but strangely enough I couldn’t enter. I started shivering uncontrollably even though it was summer so I went to blow into my palms and that’s when I noticed it. The upturned cross on my palm. That’s when it all made sense.