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Christmas Disaster

Without any doubt, this was the worst Christmas of my life! Lance and Helen came on the Christmas Eve, and even though they did their best to behave, it was all so uncomfortable right from the beginning. Timothy and I had worked hard to create Christmas spirit here, he had helped me earlier to put up the Christmas lights outside, and to decorate the Christmas tree. But they acted like they didn’t notice any of our effort. Even worse, they didn’t have anything meaningful to say to Timothy, who seemed to suffer the presence of their parents even more than an average teenager. It was just heartbreaking to watch those three together trying to break the silence with empty phrases of awkward small talk. They are supposed to be a family, but they seemed to be totally strangers to each other.

However, the worst was yet to come. After Lance and Helen had unpacked and had a little rest (like vampires), we drove to the church for Midnight Mass. This was the first time I dared to step foot in the church since I dopped my demon-infested cellphone to the holy water. But it was Christmas, I just couldn’t have stayed away. I thought it would be a welcome relief, since we didn’t need to try to carry on a conversation with each other. But as soon as we entered the church, I felt that something was very wrong. People in the church acted strangely. They seemed to be in a trance. Their eyes were glazed over and they were staring blankly at the altar.

“What’s going on here?” I asked Lance. He didn’t answer but just stood there staring at the altar with that odd expression on his face. Helen acted the same way. I realized that they were the same as everyone else in the church: totally under the control of whatever was happening here! I tried to snap them out of it, but it was no use. They couldn’t hear or see me anymore. It must be some kind of spell or something that had been cast. Luckily, Timothy seemed to be his normal self. He was as frightened as I was. “Granny, what is happening?” He asked. “I don’t know, Timothy,” I said. “But we have to get out of here!”

Together Timothy and I managed to drag Lance and Helen away from the altar. They didn’t resist us, they were like weak-willed puppets. We had almost made it to the door when a dark figure blocked our path. It was a man with black sunglasses, and he was dressed entirely in black. I recognized him immediately: it was Father Greg!

“Dearest Martha, leaving so soon?” He said to me with soft, soothing voice. “But the Mass hasn’t even started yet.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. “What kind of Mass is this?”
“Why, only the greatest Mass of all,” he told me. “The Mass of Darkness, where I shall be reborn as a god and rule this world forever!”

I cursed silently in my mind: I had wasted too much time going through all the exorcist candidates. “You’re mad!” I gasped. “There’s no way you can do that!”

Father Greg laughed evilly. “Oh yes there is, Martha,” he said in a deep voice. “I have the power to make it happen, thanks to you! You kindly delivered that power right into the pool of holy water, which opened a portal for the Darkness to take over the whole church. All I need now is an innocent victim to sacrifice… and you’ve already brought me even that.” He pointed at Timothy, who was still standing next to me.

“NO!” I yelled at him in horror. But Father Gerg just smiled and made a strange gesture with his left hand. And suddenly everyone in the church, including Lance and Helen, turned around and started slowly approaching Timothy and me. “No!” I screamed again, but they just kept coming. “You’re not real!” I yelled at them. “You’re just a dream.” But they continued to walk toward us. And then there was another scream, much louder than mine – it was Father Greg! And then I saw it: Timothy had a pocket knife in his hand, and he was using it to cut Father Gerg’s throat. “I am not as innocent as you think!” he yelled at Father Greg. “Who is the victim now?” I stared at him in horror and shock – he had just killed a man! And then, suddenly, the church started shaking violently. The walls cracked and collapsed, and the floor started to fall out from beneath my feet. I noticed that people in the church started to wake up from their trance. “RUN!!” I yelled. I crabbed Timothy’s hand, and together, followed by Lance, Helen, and others, we started running towards the door. I was begging it wouldn’t be locked. And it wasn’t, thank God! We pushed it open and rushed out of the church. And I could hear that right behind us, it started to collapse like Sodom and Gomorrah. I didn’t dare to look back. I just kept running with Timothy, holding his hand as tight as I could.


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