It's The Ones You Can't See

Simple beginings

It all started that night at my son's talent show. He walked off the show whispering to someone. I didn't think nothing of it he was 13 I thought they had given him a ear piece since he had to perform and tell the upcoming school events. Little did I know he memorized everything. He did not consult with me much. He was an early teen he no longer needed help.

That night we had dinner on the way home from the show. Naturally he picked McDonalds. So we stopped and ordered. I noticed he was whispering to someone in the back seat on the way home.

"Uhm son who you talking to back there?"

His response was odd for a 13 year old, though I am not judging

"My imaginary friend. His name is Justin"

I thought is was odd myself but wasn't gonna rain on his parade. So I said ok and let him be with his food. For the remainder of the car ride I heard little whispers in the back seat. Never able to understand them.

This went on for about a week. Then I heard him whimpering in his room. When I walked in he was in the floor. I didn't have time to say anything.

"I fell dad its ok."

I believed him and walked back to the kitchen to help his mother with supper. Everything was fine. Me and his mother finished dinner and we called for him but didn't get an answer. So I went to his room to get him in case he didn't hear us. I walked in to him hanging upside down by his pants.

"How on earth did you manage this? You know what let's not tell your mother, deal?"

He nodded clearly embarrassed. We walked down and sat at the table. About halfway through dinner he wanted to be excused. We found it odd not because he wanted to be excused early but that he hadn't finished.

"It's just a phase"

I told his mother. He will get over it probably in a week or two. Well about three days later he screamed. When we ran into the room he was tied to the bedpost with bruises on his stomach.

"What happened!"

His mother demanded. When he mentioned imaginary friend his mother went off. I stopped her and led her out of the room and said I will deal with this. I went back in and knelt down beside him.

"If this friend is so mean why do you keep him around?"

His response scared me.

"So he doesnt hurt you or mom."

"Thats impossible." I told him. "Justin isn't real."

"Yes he is!"

We left it at that because i wasn't gonna argue. I needed to check something. I went to the computer and looked up, "can poltergeist convince children that they are their friends?". I had heard of cases before but didn't believe it. I didn't have time to read the report.

I heard his mother scream from up stairs. I ran upstairs. His mother, my wife, was sprawled out on the bed with scrapes and cuts all on her face. Right then I knew what had happened. She insisted to go to the hospital. So I took her and while I was waiting for her I called an exorcist.

He said this was not his first case and that he would do it and would only charge if he found nothing. So he came to the house and checked around.

"There is definitely presence here. Heavy Heavy presence."

I was astonished.

"Can you get rid of it?"

He said in a rather sarcastic voice "Well of course"

He said he would be back that next morning to start working.

That next morning he was back. He set up these blessed candles and he also walked around throwing holy water saying some incantation. He finally performed the cleansing. When he left he assured me that it should be gone. If not to give him a call and he would come back.

That next week was hectic it all started with my wife hanging herself. Then my son kept having nightmares. By friday I was done I took my son to his nannies. I went back home after picking up the exorcist once again.

We spent the entire night setting up. That next morning we went to the basement to begin. We heard creaking and moaning of boards. He had already went over what to say. So we both started chanting the prayers. It seemed to be working at first. Then this demon started fighting back. It was throwing everything. Then a knife pierced the exorcist but I kept chanting as he had instructed earlier.

Then as a change of events my son walked out from behind one of the bookshelves.

"Do not fall for that it's a trap, It is trying to trick you."

I kept chanting until I heard him cry daddy. I ran to my son. I was holding my son thinking, no hoping everything was over. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I stood to the priest standing beside and then felt a pistol to the back of my head.

Then I heard a demonic voice "He warned you"

I looked back to my fading away son. "This isn't..."

My sentence was cut short by a gunshot as I fell to the floor. The Shot was in my heart not the head where i felt my pistol. I looked to the only way the shot could have came from. About that time my wife came walking out from behind the same bookshelf with a different pistol. The last thing I seen was my wife break the priest's neck.