I wrote a short story for Halloween, but to make it more challenging, I decided to only allow myself 31 sentences to go with the theme. Let me know if guys like it or take the challenge yourself & tag me on it.
Her breath was shallow & harsh, but it was there. He thought it had been too much for her, but no, she had some fight left in her still.
“You look tired,” she said, her eyes suddenly on him.
When did she look up?, he thought.
“It's been a month,” the hoarse voice continued, the pitch of it rising & falling every few words, “you should leave us be.”
The girl smiled malevolently. Or was it a grin? Perhaps a wince?
She continued to speak, not quite a girl’s or a man’s tone or timbre, but something androgynous, anonymous.
“You should leave. If the girl wants to win, she will.”
Father Jimenez looked down at the passage he was reading from.
Where did I leave off?, he thought, his heart pounding with such force it was causing him pain.
This was not his first exorcism, nor was it his most difficult, but something was different about it. Whatever had a hold of this poor girl was not like any entity he knew of. It didn't act the same or react the same.
It didn't follow the rules of God. Even demons had to follow the rules of God, didn't they?
“You pathetic man,” the voice mocked, laughter emanating from the walls, “you haven't even noticed, have you? The girl is dead.”
Father Jimenez blinked quickly. His eyes opened on the pale, discolored face of the girl, without expression, her eyes open but emotionless.
The voice was so loud he jumped back from the lifeless body.
But, where?, he thought as he looked around the room. He gripped his bible so tightly he heard his fingers crack.
“You lose,” the voice boomed, “you imbecile. She gave me to you.”
Father Jimenez smiled. Or was it a grin? Perhaps a wince?
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