Possessed In The Church
Episode 5
Written By Jerry Smith.

I sat there, frozen, as the weight of the church workers words sank in.

Shes dead.

The room felt colder. My body trembled.

No no, that cant be, I whispered. She was just here. Sheshe was alive when they brought her to the church.

The church worker looked uneasy. She died the same night after leaving the church. The villagers said she just collapsed and never woke up.

A cold shiver ran down my spine.

If she was dead what did that mean for me?

Tears welled up in my mothers eyes. Pastor, what do we do? How do we help my daughter now?

Pastor David rubbed his chin, deep in thought. The spirit in her is powerful. But if we can learn more about the woman, we might find a way to break its hold.

The church worker hesitated before speaking again. Pastor the woman was from a nearby village. If we go there, we might find people who knew her. Maybe they can tell us more about the evil spirit.

I perked up at his words. There was still hope.

Pastor David nodded firmly. Then thats where well go.

My mother reached for my hand. Peace, are you strong enough to do this?

I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. I just want this thing gone.

Pastor David stood up. Lets not waste time.

We walked outside to Pastor Davids car, a simple white Lexus. The morning sun was shining, but to me, the world still felt dark.

As I settled into the passenger seat, I couldnt shake the feeling that something wasnt right.

My mother sat in the back, while Pastor David started the engine.

We should be there in less than an hour, he said. Lets pray for a safe journey.

As we drove out of the church compound, I rested my head against the window, watching the trees pass by.

Everything was silent.

But then

A whisper.

Low. Sinister.

You cant get rid of me, the voice hissed in my ear.

I stiffened.

The voice chuckled darkly. Im in you forever.

I pressed my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut. No. I wont listen.

But thenI saw it.

The pastors hands on the steering wheel.

Blood.

Thick, red blood was dripping from his fingers, staining the wheel.

My breath caught in my throat. Pastor I screamed.

My mother and Pastor David both turned to me, startled.

What is it, Peace? my mother asked.

My eyes darted back to the steering wheel.

The blood was gone.

My heart pounded. I I saw blood on his hands, I whispered.

Pastor David frowned. Blood?

I nodded frantically. It was thereI swear His hands were covered in blood

My mothers face paled. Pastor, we need to stop and pray.

Pastor David tightened his grip on the wheel. Well pray, but we cant stop now. Were too close.

I swallowed hard, trying to calm my breathing.

And then

Laughter.

Low, echoing laughter filled my ears.

I turned my head slowly and saw it.

The spirit.

It was sitting beside me, its eyes gleaming with wicked amusement.

The spirit grinned. Since you want to get rid of me

Its smile widened.

Ill get rid of you.

My blood ran cold.

Before I could react, the car lurched forward.

The engine roared as the speed skyrocketed.

Pastor Davids eyes widened. Whats happening? The carits not stopping

He slammed his foot on the brakes, but nothing happened. The brake had failed but we kept gaining serious speed.

And then the car swerved wildly out of the road, tires screeching against the road.

Pastor my mother screamed.

I clutched my seatbelt, heart hammering against my chest. Its the spirit I yelled.

The speed increased. The road ahead curved dangerously.

And then

CRASH

To be continued