I have to get this off my chest so i’ll write it down and leave it out for someone to find. The fact that no one else but the few of us know what happened that night is a terrible secret to bear… it is eating me up from the inside.
This is the story…
When Sister Gabriella came back from the woods acting strange, we did not think much about it, but kept an eye on her. But two days after, her behaviour got so strange that we decided something needed to be done.
None of us were experienced in the occult but somehow the unanimous decision was that she was possessed and had to be exorcised. Stupidly, we also decided that it was to be done by none other than ourselves.
Sister Gabriella was the newest member and so maybe that’s why we weren’t very apprehensive about this task. I hate to say this but i felt no strong emotional connection to her… I wanted the problem solved so that i would face no further inconvenience from her screaming in the middle of the night…
It was late when we dragged her out of bed and brought her to the top of the watchtower. We made her kneel and covered her with a piece of cloth, and Sermin flipped through the old Book of Guidance, looking for an appropriate spell.
I was sit right in front of Gabriella, the fabric draping her covering my feet as well. In the flicker from the lone candle that burnt, i could not tell at all if she was still or writhing around. The dancing shadows played tricks on my sight.
Sermin seemed to have found something, as he cleared his throat and paced around us. Then he stopped, and read the incantation.
There was a sudden whoosh and deep vibration, and i felt something rush between my legs, under the cloth, stopping in front of Gabriella. It was not so big, for the lump of its shape was barely the size of a human head.
Whatever it was, frightened the life out of Gabriella. She let out a scream so piercing and loud that i stumbled backwards, tearing the sheet from her in the process. As it dragged away from her, so did her head roll off her neck, yet it continued screaming.
Her eyes were wide open in abject terror, and her mouth kept up its ghastly wail despite not being connected to the lungs to provide the air. A few others screamed as well, everyone utterly shocked by this horrendous turn of events.
I fumbled for the cloth and thought of wrapping Gabriella’s head, but the screaming made my spine crawl and i felt like throwing up. Like i coward, i bolted from the tower, my fear and panic overwhelming me.
It had been the same for everyone else. We all just fled. The head kept screaming, and we ran hard and fast back to our campsite, where we hastily packed and left at a run. We had to put a distance between ourselves and that screaming head, and the horror of what we had unwittingly unleashed.
I don’t know what it was that she saw, and where it had gone, but i am afraid that it is still in this world, perhaps seeking us out.
Every night i dread going to sleep, afraid of what i’ll see when i open my eyes again.