The Exorcist

by William Peter Blatty

“Well, what in the … Regan, what are you doing here?” Chris said chuckling. “Mom, my bed was shaking.” “Oh, you nut!” Chris kissed her and pulled up her covers. “Go to sleep. It’s still early.” What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night.

By midnight, all in the house were asleep. There were no disturbances. That night.