Demons

Hi! So I decided to write a horror story. It isn't too good because it's my first time writing horror. It's a oneshot about Demons. Enjoy!

Theme #1: Demons

If you're reading this be warned. The stuff that happened to me might someday happen to you. And trust me, that's not something that you want to happen. Normally, people don't screw around with this stuff. I did. Don't. Be warned.

One day I was sitting upstairs in my room playing video games. I'm kind of a nerd. My friend Steve burst into my room. Completely out of nowhere. "Dude!" I jumped backwards, because  I wasn't expecting him. My mom poked her head through the doorway. "Sweetie, your friend Steven is here!" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I figured that out." "Have fun working on your robotics competition! I'm so proud of you honey!" She smiled and left.
Steve literally sprang across the room and closed the door. "What's going on? We don't do robotics!" I questioned him accusingly.
"I made that up to get past your mom. I gotta show you something."
"What?" He reached over to my PlayStation and turned it off, then flicked the lights off. He started to take off the backpack he was wearing.
"Hey! I just made it to rank 50 in Telephone of Obligation!" Steve reached into his backpack and pulled out something that looked like a rock.
"Well this is way more important. Good job on that level 50, though. Welcome to the club."
He picked up the stone and held it close to my face. It was about the size of a pack of cards. "This," he said, "is supposed to do some pretty cool stuff."
"Like what?"
"Well, I Was at the movies with Ashley and-"
"Bro you were at the movies with Ashley? Score!"
He grinned and said, "Yeah it actually happened up that's not the point. So anyways she walked me upstairs and showed me this rock. And basically she said that you could say some stuff and like you'd see this weird thing appear."
This sounded pretty sketchy. "So... What do you have to say?"
He grinned mischievously at me. "Well, she didn't know, but I did a little online research and found this."'
Steve reached into his backpack and pulled out a sheet of paper. On it was a bunch of weird words in another language. It didn't look like anything I had ever seen before.
"So, you're supposed to see something when you say this?"
 "Yup," he said while nodding. "Wanna try it out?" It couldn't hurt, so I agreed. Steve lifted up the rock, looked at it quizzically, and declared, "Okay, here goes."
Looking down at the sheet of paper, he said, "Vos obsecro, alius spiritum mundi." Nothing happened. "Um," I stated while looking down at my shoes. Steve was quiet for a while, so I looked up and saw him convulsing, staring upward at something that wasn't there. Quickly, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled up, trying to execute the Heimlich. He stopped, abruptly, and I let go of him. "Dude, what was that about?" He stared at me with blank eyes. "What was what about."
He was messing with me. "What did you see?" His voice utterly monotone, he said, "I didn't see anything. I have to leave now." He started to turn toward the door, flinging the backpack over his shoulder as he went. I said, "Okay, bye!" He whipped around to face me, his face contorted into a struggling position. "Help," he rasped, "It's possessi-" and suddenly he snapped back into walking out of the door. "Goodbye, John." He closed the door after him.
I started to wonder what was going on. Steve was probably playing some sort of stupid trick on me. I bet he didn't even go to the movies with Ashley. I guess we might get a good laugh out of this tomorrow at school. That still kind of freaked me out, though.
The next day at school I learned that Steve was absent. He apparently had a high fever. Since he lived close to me, I volunteered to take homework to him because he wasn't there. I figured that I might see what was going on. It sounded like serious business, because if this whole rock thing was a real thing, he might be in a lot of trouble.
I showed up at Steve's house after school. After ringing the doorbell. Steve opened the door. There was something odd about the way he moved, though. It seemed, robotic. Or planned. I handed over a sheet of notebook paper with the problems on it and a couple of worksheets and told him about the project we had coming up. He stared at me unsettlingly the entire time. It freaked me out, big time.
"What's up, Steve?" I asked.
He replied, again in a robotic monotone, "I've been very sick. Here is a note to give to the secretary tomorrow."
I looked at the folded sheet of paper and put it in my pocket. "Anything wrong?" He replied no and I left.
The next day I took the note into the secretary. She looked at it and handed it back. “It says that it’s to you.” I unfolded the sheet of paper. It said, “To John- St. John’s Catholic Church. HELP ME. See Fr. Jebediah.” I looked back up at the secretary. “Ok, sorry. Thanks for letting me know.” She glanced up at me and said distractedly, “Anytime, honey.”
After school I showed up at St. John’s. There were several people in the pews, praying. A deacon came up and asked if he could help and I requested a meeting with Father Jedediah. He nodded and led me into a confession box. He shut the door behind me and I said, “Father, I didn’t come here to confess my sins. I would like to meet with you about a serious issue.” I didn’t get a reply for about thirty seconds, and I started to open the door. I almost fell over as an elderly, robed priest yanked it open for me. “This way, my son. I’m sure I can help you with something.”
He led me into an office near the reception of the church. It was almost bare, except for a humble, empty wooden desk and a couple of crosses hung on the walls. I took a seat and he said. “What seems to be the problem?” I explained that I met with my friend and he had shown me a rock that had seemed to change the personality of my friend, and not for the better. He made a face that seemed to suggest that this wasn’t a good thing. “Did he seem, almost robotic, or cold towards you after?” “Yes! That describes exactly how he acted.” The priest seemed to grow a bit more frightened.
“I assume that he goes to school with you.” I affirmed this, and, almost like he was reading my mind, he asked if he had been “sick” the past couple days. “Yes! How did you know that? That’s amazing!” Father Jebediah didn’t seem to think anything about this was amazing. “I fear the worst my son. It seems that your friend has been possessed by something not of this world. Something... sinister. I am not the person to ask for help on this. We may have to go to someone else... one of my colleagues.”
He lifted his ancient bones out of the chair and walked to the door. “And I sense that we must do it quickly, there isn’t much time left.” We walked out of the church and he made a left. “The person you wish to see is someone who recently fell out of good standing with the Church, but remains a friend of mine nonetheless. He specializes in cases such as these. And fortunately, he’s only a couple blocks away.” I learned that we were going to see Dr. Christopher Raymond, who specialized in rare personality defects. We entered the door of his office and a receptionist jumped from her seat.
“Uh, Father, uh, Jebediah, the doctor is, uh, busy right now.”
The priest stormed past her and I followed. “Save it, Nancy. This is urgent.” He burst through a door and another elderly man hung up the phone with an abrupt, “Hold on. Call you back tomorrow.”
The father said, “This is urgent, Christopher.” The doctor whipped out a cross from his pocket and stalked toward me, swinging it in front of my face. I recoiled a bit, but he retreated.
“Who’s the lucky victim? It’s not this here boy.” Father Jebediah looked at me.
 “Tell him what you told me.” I repeated my story from start to finish and Dr. Raymond looked at me.
“I’m extremely sorry, young man, but this is a case for tomorrow. I need to prepare with Jebediah and I will see you in the morning.”
He picked up a cross from his desk and handed it to me. “Keep this on you at all times.” He also handed me an extremely worn, thin book. “Read this before tomorrow and keep a close eye out for anyone who looks suspicious. Now go home and get a good rest. Tomorrow is going to be a taxing day. Close the door on your way out.” I stuffed the cross in my back pocket and walked out. Were we going to perform an exorcism? Guess I would find out tomorrow.
I set the cross down on the table as soon as I walked in. “Ugh... well l won’t see Steve today so I guess I'm fine. Why does it even matter that much? These guys are going to extreme measures for something that’s not even really a big deal.”
After that, I went straight upstairs and opened the book. I turned to Chapter One- Preparation. In all capital letters, it said at the very beginning of the chapter, “WARNING- KEEP A CROSS ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. THIS DRIVES THE DEMON INSIDE A PERSON’S BODY AWAY FROM YOU. IF YOU DON’T, YOU ARE SUBJECT TO THE DEMON APPEARING AROUND YOU, NEAR YOU, OR EVEN RIGHT-” as I read this, a cold hand gripped my shoulder, and a robotic voice, with a hint of mischievous venom said, “Behind you.”