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Like the brief doomed flare of exploding suns that registers dimly on blind men’s eyes, the beginning of the horror passed almost unnoticed;
when she noticed the Ouija board there.
Girl....
Cheeezus peezus,
April 26.
Gliding spiderlike, rapidly, close behind Sharon, her body arched backward in a bow with her head almost touching her feet, was Regan, her tongue flicking quickly in and out of her mouth while she sibilantly hissed and moved her head very slightly back and forth like a cobra.
I did NOT like that
yelping laugh of malevolent spite triumphant while she thrust down the crucifix into her vagina, then again and again, as she masturbated with it ferociously
YIKES
her daughter’s head turning slowly and inexorably completely around on a motionless torso until at last Chris was looking directly into the foxlike, angry eyes of Burke Dennings. “Do you know what she did, your cunting daughter?” Chris screamed until she fainted.
“No. This really isn’t holy water. It’s just ordinary tap water.” “So? So what’s the difference, Father?” “Holy water’s blessed.” “Oh, well, I’m happy for it, Father! I really am!”
“But it, too, could be a natural phenomenon.” “Where? In Transylvania?” Chris erupted again, incredulous.
Love chris
No, I tend to see possession most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites and misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Between husbands and wives. Enough of these and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves … for ourselves.”
Hearing the words of the demon, Karras looked up and began visibly trembling with an uncontrollable, murderous fury.
In forgetting, they were trying to remember.
