The next morning I woke up refreshed and well-rested. As well as one can sleep on their sister’s couch. It was just before nine in the morning and I took a deep breath, enjoying the wonderful feeling of sleeping in. As I was eating breakfast and enjoying my peppermint mocha coffee, Bob called.
I replied. “Hey Bob, how are you?”
“Good, good. Listen, I wanted to ask if you can meet with Father McNally today. I told him about our adventures, and he has graciously offered to perform an exorcism on the house, but you have the key.”
“Sure, that’s no problem.” Bob gave me the number, and I called Father McNally. I called Alicia and Randal and left them a voice mail as well.
I arrived at the house a little before one o’clock, my meeting time with the Priest. My phone rang, and it was Alicia. “Hello?” I responded.
“It’s me, Alicia. Please ask the priest to hold off on the exorcism! It won’t work. There are still two human ghosts in that house that haven’t moved on. They don’t mean any harm, and they will be exorcised too!” she explained in earnest.
“I didn’t make this decision. Bob did. I’ll try to talk to the Priest for you, but if he doesn’t want to listen, there isn’t much I can do.” Alicia thanked me and we hung up. About five minutes later a black Ford Focus rolled up to the side of the road. A man in his fifties, wearing black slacks, shoes, a sport jacket, and a priest’s collar got out and smiled at me.
“You must be Johnathan?”
I nodded. “Yep, that’s me.” I held back the “that’s my name, don’t wear it out” retort that was on the tip of my tongue. Hey, I have a filter, when I want to use it. Just then, Pastor Randal’s Saturn rolled up to the house.
He got out, shook Father McNally’s hand, and fist bumped mine and then he said, “So, you brought the big guns? What happened to moving on spirits, smudging, and blessing?”
I shrugged. “It’s not my call, or my house. I just happened to be delivering the key. Listen, Father McNally. I know someone who believes that there are also ghosts in there that need to be crossed over first. Can you do something for them first before you perform the exorcism?”
He arched his eyebrow and smiled. “You have been speaking to New Agers? Sure, that isn’t a problem. Normally, the church considers all ghosts demons too. But just in case, I can perform the last rites. If they want to listen, that is up to them. But I’m here to remove the demon.”
He began to put his priest’s stole over his shoulders, lit a bier of frankincense and pulled out his bottle of holy water. He began walking toward the house and chanting in Latin. The front door began to open and slam repeatedly. The closer Father McNally got to the house, the faster the door moved. The hair on the back of my neck began to rise up. As soon as the Priest made it to the top of the front patio, the slamming stopped and the door was left partly ajar. He stopped at the door and traced the cross in front of the doorway. Then he sprinkled holy water at the four corners of the door frame.
Looking back at us, he explained, “The last rites are completed. It’s up to them now.”
“Thank you,” I returned.
Father McNally began to swing his frankincense bier side to side and started a different chant in Latin. He entered the house and I could hear the hum of his chant. It went on for several minutes, and I really hoped that this would be it. My cell phone rang, and as I checked the caller-ID, I saw that it was Alicia.
“Hello?” I answered.
“Johnathan, you need to get the priest out of the house! The exorcism isn’t working. The poltergeist isn’t a demon, but it is dangerous. It was born in that house and it will defend itself. It’s angry, and it is going to attack the priest.”
Then I heard Father McNally scream in terror. Randal and I ran for the front door. Just as we reached the patio, the door slammed shut so violently that it cracked the frame. “Help me, I’m out back!” The father screamed. We bolted for the side of the house leading to the back yard. When we reached the back yard we could still hear Father McNally screaming and struggling, but we couldn’t see him.
“Where are you Father?” I called.
“I’m under the house! They’re biting me, help!” he yelled, as he continued with the muffled sounds of struggling and fighting.
I looked behind me and saw the drag track leading down to the four foot deep crawl space under the back of the house that served as a dirt floor cellar. The Priest was covered in spiders, some of them black widows. He was kicking and screaming. I saw a discarded aerosol can of spray paint and a lighter, probably from some teens smoking and tagging. I grabbed them and headed into the crawlspace with Randal on my heels. The lighter took a few tries, but it lit.
Then I put the spray can to it and shot at the spiders around the priest. The mere presence of the fire even repelled the ones that were already on him. Randal darted in, grabbed Father McNally by the shoulders and pulled him up the hill while I finished emptying the can on the spiders. When it was empty, I dropped my weapons and moved to help Randal get the priest to level ground. As soon as I could, I called 911, while Randal examined McNally.
I heard another car come to a sliding halt in the front. “Johnathan?” Alicia called from the front. “Over here!” I replied. She ran to the back where we were. “You need to move off the property! It’s not done attacking you yet. It regards you as the trespassers.” Just then, the back door opened and slammed shut.
That was my cue to go. “Okay, let’s get him up!” Randal and I grabbed each arm, and Alicia grabbed his legs. We could hear the ambulance on its way as we carried Father McNally to the cars by the roadside. “What happened Father?” I asked.
“As soon as I tried to go up the stairs, I felt like two hands grabbed my ankles and dragged me out of the back door and into that hole. Those spiders! I feel sick! I’m cold!” The Priest started shivering. We saw Father McNally off in the ambulance and agreed to meet at Denny’s. On the way, I called Bob, who would also meet us there.After Bob arrived we got him caught up with what happened to the Priest. Alicia related to him what she learned in her walk of the house the day before.