Possessed In The Church
Episode 3
Written By Jerry Smith.

I lay there, frozen, unable to move as I watched the spirit of the old woman step out of my body.

She moved slowly, her form shadowy and pale, yet I could see her features clearly. It was herthe possessed woman from the church.

She walked toward the door without looking back. I tried to call out, but no sound came from my lips.

I struggled, forcing my body to respond, but nothing worked. My limbs felt like heavy stones, pinned in place.

The spirit passed through the door, disappearing into the darkness. And theneverything faded. It was as if I had been dragged back into sleep.

When I opened my eyes the next morning, sunlight streamed through the window. Birds chirped outside, and everything seemed normal.

For a moment, I wondered if it had all been a dream.

I sat up, my body feeling stiff.

Joy was still fast asleep beside me, her small figure ed up under the blanket.

I looked at her peaceful face and sighed. Maybe I had imagined it all. Maybe I was just paranoid after what had happened at church.

But deep inside, a sense of unease lingered. I pushed aside the blanket and stood up. My head felt heavy, as if I hadnt slept at all.

A strange feeling gnawed at me, like something was off. I decided to check on my parents. As I walked toward their room, I noticed that the house was eerily silent.

Something felt wrong.

When I reached their bedroom door, it was slightly open.

I stepped inside and froze.

My mother was sitting on the floor, her body shaking as she held my father in her arms. Tears streamed down her face. At first, I didnt understand. And then, I saw him.

My father was lying thereunmoving, unresponsive. His face was pale, his lips slightly parted.

A deep chill ran through my body.

Mama? I whispered, my voice barely audible.

She didnt respond.

I took a slow step forward, my heart hammering in my chest. Mama what happened?

She finally turned to look at me.

And the moment her eyes met mine, something changed. Her expression twisted from sorrow to shock and terror. She gasped, her body tensing. Then, with shaky hands, she grabbed something from the floor.

A knife.

She pointed it at me, her hands trembling.

Dont come any closer she screamed.

I took a step back, confused and terrified. Mama whats wrong?

Tears poured from her eyes. Her grip on the knife tightened.

Stay back, Peace I swear, if you move any closer, I will cut you

My blood turned to ice.

My own motherpointing a knife at me?

I shook my head. Mama, its me. Its Peace

She let out a choked sob, still holding my fathers lifeless body.

Why? she cried. Why did you do this?

I felt my knees go weak. Do what?

She gritted her teeth, her whole body trembling. Why would you kill your own father?

The words hit me like a slap.

I took a step back, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

What was she saying?

I-I didnt I didnt do anything I stammered.

She shook her head violently. Dont lie to me, Peace He was fine when we went to sleep You came into our room in the middle of the night. And now now hes dead

My head spun. My stomach twisted. No. No, this couldnt be real.

I turned to look at my father again, hopingprayingthat I would see his chest rise, that he would suddenly wake up.

But he didnt move.

A wave of nausea crashed over me.

I swear, Mama, I whispered. I didnt do anything.

And then

A voice echoed in my head.

A voice that wasnt mine.

It was me who did it.

My heart stopped.

The voice was low and chilling. Familiar.

I knew exactly who it belonged to.

The old womans spirit.

She was still here.

Still inside me.

And she had killed my father.

To be continued