The Angry Spirit - Chapter Five
The final confrontation between Nathan and the Angry Spirit.
Nathan slammed his fist into the wall, his anger and frustration well past its containment level. "Getting back! Getting back where, for God’s sake?"
"The problem Mr. Harrison, is that we are no longer in your bedroom." Deacon confessed.
"Then where the hell are we?"
Deacon, brushed back the hair from his forehead. He expression clearly indicating his level of frustration. He had experienced many strange and bizarre events throughout his long career, but the one thing he hated more than anything else, was the inability to explain the situations he found himself in.
Seeing his frustration, and noting the uncontrollable stammer Deacon had suddenly developed, Miranda intervened with her usually mercilessly blunt explanation;
"I said Joshua Edwards was a strong spirit. We underestimated just how strong he is."
"Well that seems pretty damn obvious, even I spotted that one," Nathan mocked, angrily.
"He’s pulled our energy and used it to create a vortex."
"And in English?"
"To put it simply Mr. Harrison, he’s pulled us over into his world. We are fighting him on his own turf now."
Instantly, Nathan regretted his decision to prompt the truth from his two companions. Stunned speechless he returned to his wife’s side and sat in silence. Any chance of him finding any ability to comprehend, let alone understand what was happening had now vanished, his very sanity teetered on the edge of his reality. His entire world had literally been dragged from him, any hope of normality returning seemed distant, any thoughts of what future lay ahead instantly disappeared into a impenetrable blackness in his mind. He could do no more than sit back and be a silent and helpless spectator in whatever fate lay ahead.
Deacon crossed the room, his course seemed firm and determined. He paused to grab one of the up-turned chairs and carried it to a spot some three feet distant from Alice.
Looking straight into her expressionless eyes, the professor struck up his conversation, he seemed to have adopted an as yet unseen manner, totally alien to his up until now quiet, pleasant demeanor, his voice was angry, possessing a cruel harshness, that rang of disdain and mocking disregard.
"You think you are the all consuming spirit, reaping your sad revenge on the poor lost souls that you hold hostage in the in-between life. You are the saddest lost soul of all eternity, Joshua Edwards. Lost forever, in a constant search for energy to prolong your suffering in purgatory. Give it up." He spat in cruel words.
As Deacon continued to unleash his mocking rhetoric, a faint translucent mist appeared around the young girl, gradually encircling her entire body until eventually her form was completely engulfed.
Nathan stared out from his immobilized state of helplessness, unable to do anything but endure his torment in agonizing silence. His prayers remained short and desperate, and as yet unheard.
When the consuming fog around Alice began to swirl into trailing wisps, like a heavy suspended mist in the early morning breeze, the sudden realization of what was revealed even took the hardened professor by surprise. No longer was he sat facing the weak and pathetically helpless form of Alice. A transformation had taken place, the chair before him was now occupied by the form of an ugly old man, of disheveled appearance.
His face pale and ashen, as if that of a statue that had been punished and weathered over the passing of centuries by the onslaught of the cruel elements.
The eyes were like black coals, staring out unseeingly from deep sunken sockets, devoid of any expression or emotion.
The mouth hung in a ugly contortion of bluish, dry cracked flesh, emitting only a sickening acrid stench, it’s last passage of living breath had been three centuries past.
Joshua Edwards had no use for oral utterances, his scathing evil messages were sent with devastating effect, telepathetically.
There was no escape for his victims. They were denied the luxury of covering their ears and blocking out his vicious rants. The words were received inwardly with merciless, and nerve searing severity. Each word, numbing the very fibre of their mortal being.
"Release us! Release us now, our mortal souls are of no use to you," Deacon began. You know our life force protects us from you."
"Nothing can protect you from me. I shall reap my revenge for being imprisoned in this purgatory. I shall feed on the fear of mortals who dare to challenge my right for judgment." Came the angry reply.
So began the exchange of earthly and unworldly wisdom between mortal and angry spirit.
Deacon’s head pounded from the relentless onslaught of Joshua’s anger. Eventually after what seemed many hours, the professor’s brain and body were exhausted and bruised. When it seemed that all hope of survival had ebbed away, the ear piece in Deacon’s ear crackled into life and the desperate voice of Gregg rang out clear;
"The vortex is weakening, professor, take him now. Take him now while he’s vulnerable. I’ll equalize the energy fields from here, the rest is up to you."
With instant effect, Deacon began reciting the Lord’s Prayer, and then chanted the exorcism rites he had used successfully in previous less bizarre séances;
For a brief moment the pathetic form of Joshua Edwards’ twisted and contorted in outrageous spasms of screaming anger. His black eyes flashed crimson red, a dense black mist, as thick as smoke bellowed from his dead lips, with a guttural roar, like that of a slain demon: "NOOOOOO … I WON’T GO! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!
Gradually the booming cries faded, to a distant plea, and the black impenetrable fog drifted to oblivion, taking with it the last remnants of the angry spirit that was Joshua Edwards.
When needles of brilliant sunlight penetrated the fabric of the curtains, Nathan sat bolt upright, his eyes reacting painfully to the invasion of the sudden illumination. Sweat drenched his body from head to foot,
"Oh my God, Nathan. It’s alright love." Came Janice’s alarmed, yet soothing voice. "You really are gonna have to see someone, you’ve had that damn nightmare again."
"It was so real, Janice!" he gasped.
"I know love … You’re safe now … It’s over, you’re awake now!"
"The problem Mr. Harrison, is that we are no longer in your bedroom." Deacon confessed.
"Then where the hell are we?"
Deacon, brushed back the hair from his forehead. He expression clearly indicating his level of frustration. He had experienced many strange and bizarre events throughout his long career, but the one thing he hated more than anything else, was the inability to explain the situations he found himself in.
Seeing his frustration, and noting the uncontrollable stammer Deacon had suddenly developed, Miranda intervened with her usually mercilessly blunt explanation;
"I said Joshua Edwards was a strong spirit. We underestimated just how strong he is."
"Well that seems pretty damn obvious, even I spotted that one," Nathan mocked, angrily.
"He’s pulled our energy and used it to create a vortex."
"And in English?"
"To put it simply Mr. Harrison, he’s pulled us over into his world. We are fighting him on his own turf now."
Instantly, Nathan regretted his decision to prompt the truth from his two companions. Stunned speechless he returned to his wife’s side and sat in silence. Any chance of him finding any ability to comprehend, let alone understand what was happening had now vanished, his very sanity teetered on the edge of his reality. His entire world had literally been dragged from him, any hope of normality returning seemed distant, any thoughts of what future lay ahead instantly disappeared into a impenetrable blackness in his mind. He could do no more than sit back and be a silent and helpless spectator in whatever fate lay ahead.
Deacon crossed the room, his course seemed firm and determined. He paused to grab one of the up-turned chairs and carried it to a spot some three feet distant from Alice.
Looking straight into her expressionless eyes, the professor struck up his conversation, he seemed to have adopted an as yet unseen manner, totally alien to his up until now quiet, pleasant demeanor, his voice was angry, possessing a cruel harshness, that rang of disdain and mocking disregard.
"You think you are the all consuming spirit, reaping your sad revenge on the poor lost souls that you hold hostage in the in-between life. You are the saddest lost soul of all eternity, Joshua Edwards. Lost forever, in a constant search for energy to prolong your suffering in purgatory. Give it up." He spat in cruel words.
As Deacon continued to unleash his mocking rhetoric, a faint translucent mist appeared around the young girl, gradually encircling her entire body until eventually her form was completely engulfed.
Nathan stared out from his immobilized state of helplessness, unable to do anything but endure his torment in agonizing silence. His prayers remained short and desperate, and as yet unheard.
When the consuming fog around Alice began to swirl into trailing wisps, like a heavy suspended mist in the early morning breeze, the sudden realization of what was revealed even took the hardened professor by surprise. No longer was he sat facing the weak and pathetically helpless form of Alice. A transformation had taken place, the chair before him was now occupied by the form of an ugly old man, of disheveled appearance.
His face pale and ashen, as if that of a statue that had been punished and weathered over the passing of centuries by the onslaught of the cruel elements.
The eyes were like black coals, staring out unseeingly from deep sunken sockets, devoid of any expression or emotion.
The mouth hung in a ugly contortion of bluish, dry cracked flesh, emitting only a sickening acrid stench, it’s last passage of living breath had been three centuries past.
Joshua Edwards had no use for oral utterances, his scathing evil messages were sent with devastating effect, telepathetically.
There was no escape for his victims. They were denied the luxury of covering their ears and blocking out his vicious rants. The words were received inwardly with merciless, and nerve searing severity. Each word, numbing the very fibre of their mortal being.
"Release us! Release us now, our mortal souls are of no use to you," Deacon began. You know our life force protects us from you."
"Nothing can protect you from me. I shall reap my revenge for being imprisoned in this purgatory. I shall feed on the fear of mortals who dare to challenge my right for judgment." Came the angry reply.
So began the exchange of earthly and unworldly wisdom between mortal and angry spirit.
Deacon’s head pounded from the relentless onslaught of Joshua’s anger. Eventually after what seemed many hours, the professor’s brain and body were exhausted and bruised. When it seemed that all hope of survival had ebbed away, the ear piece in Deacon’s ear crackled into life and the desperate voice of Gregg rang out clear;
"The vortex is weakening, professor, take him now. Take him now while he’s vulnerable. I’ll equalize the energy fields from here, the rest is up to you."
With instant effect, Deacon began reciting the Lord’s Prayer, and then chanted the exorcism rites he had used successfully in previous less bizarre séances;
For a brief moment the pathetic form of Joshua Edwards’ twisted and contorted in outrageous spasms of screaming anger. His black eyes flashed crimson red, a dense black mist, as thick as smoke bellowed from his dead lips, with a guttural roar, like that of a slain demon: "NOOOOOO … I WON’T GO! YOU CANNOT DEFEAT ME!
Gradually the booming cries faded, to a distant plea, and the black impenetrable fog drifted to oblivion, taking with it the last remnants of the angry spirit that was Joshua Edwards.
When needles of brilliant sunlight penetrated the fabric of the curtains, Nathan sat bolt upright, his eyes reacting painfully to the invasion of the sudden illumination. Sweat drenched his body from head to foot,
"Oh my God, Nathan. It’s alright love." Came Janice’s alarmed, yet soothing voice. "You really are gonna have to see someone, you’ve had that damn nightmare again."
"It was so real, Janice!" he gasped.
"I know love … You’re safe now … It’s over, you’re awake now!"
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