The Possession of Michael King Page #4

they were voices.

Look, I know this is none

of my business, but...

you think Sam would want

you to be doing this?

So Jordan officially

left the project.

Is something really

happening to me?

I mean, I'm physically exhausted.

I'm drained.

And I was hypnotized, you know?

Is it really that surprising that

I spoke in some weird voice?

I mean, I think that Jordan just

got startled and threw the camera.

That's what it looked like.

I don't know.

Okay, I'm back.

And this thing going on in my head,

it's evolving.

It's like I can hear this...

mumbling now.

Like my subconscious

is trying to talk

to me or something.

And if I concentrate...

I can almost tell what it's saying.

Must have flown into the window.

Crowley loves you.

Hey, sweetie. Did that

noise wake you up?

That was just the window. It broke.

It was just the window. It's okay.

What is it? You all right?

- The monster.

- Monster?

Oh, from your dream.

Okay. Okay. Let's see.

I'll tell you what.

How about you go back to sleep,

and then maybe Daddy will

show up in your dream

and then he can chase

that monster away.

How's that?

You can't.

Really? Why is that?

I saw the monster.

Well, that's good.

What did this monster look like?

It's you, Daddy.

It's me?

It's just a bad dream.

You know that, right?

And Daddy would never

hurt you, okay?

No matter what.

Why don't you go get Fishbone

and go get back in bed, okay?

I can't find her.

Come on, girl.

What you doing, Fishy?

Let's see, that bird should

be right about here.

Huh. That's weird.

Fishbone.

Is that you, girl?

Oh, where the f*** are you?

What the f***?

Whoa, Jesus Christ!

F***.

What the f*** is that?

Ellie! Beth!

Ellie! Beth!

Jesus. Michael. What the hell?

What are you doing? She's asleep.

What are you doing?

Michael, what is wrong?

We'll find the dog, okay?

Just relax.

Look, will you please

stop acting like this?

I'm sorry. I'm just...

You're just acting,

like, crazy, so...

- You all right?

- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

- You look like sh*t.

Have you slept lately?

Oh, God.

I just can't seem to wind down.

Hold on.

Here. Take two of these.

- Sleeping pills?

- Yup.

Then you will sleep, believe me.

Feel better in the morning.

Thank you. Good night.

I thought if I got a

good night's sleep

that this would end.

But these voices,

they're not going away.

I need to confront this.

So...

are you real?

Or am I going insane?

Neither is an appealing

choice, but...

I suppose one of them must be true.

I guess I'd rather...

you were real.

Okay. Okay. What if...

what if I said...

what if I said that you've

proved your existence?

That I believed in you?

I believe in you.

Would you just...

would you leave?

No.

We're gonna f*** you up.

Hi. Oh, is Father Gibbons here?

I'm sorry, no.

Kill her.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Listen, it is urgent.

I need to speak to Father

Gibbons right now.

- And you are?

- Just get Father...

I'm Michael King. I'm Michael King.

I interviewed him and

I need to talk...

- I need to talk to him right...

- I'm sorry.

Father Gibbons passed

a few days ago.

He's... he's... okay.

Listen, I need an exorcism.

- An exorcism?

- Yeah.

- The Church doesn't do that.

- No, you do it.

I know you do. Father Gibbons

told me that you do.

I need an exorcism, please.

He was rather out of

sorts towards the end.

I'm sorry if he misled you.

He didn't mislead me. I need help.

Excuse me. There's nothing

we can do for you.

- Sorry, we can't help you.

- Father, I need your help.

- I'm sorry.

- Oh.

Okay. Okay.

Excuse me a moment.

- You can't come here.

- How do I get rid of it?

- How do I make it go away?

- What are you talking about?

I mean this thing. This

thing in my f***ing head.

I warned you something

like this might happen.

Now I need you to get the f*** out.

Hey.

What the f*** have you done to me?

- What is this thing?

- What? I don't understand.

Something's got a hold of me.

You did something.

- You summoned something.

- No, man, it's not for real.

- It's all for fun.

- Bullshit, you're lying.

Get up. Get up.

Easy. Please. Please help me.

- Now get out of here.

- Please. I need your help.

I really need to talk to her.

I need to come in and

I need to see her.

But isn't that what

she's supposed to do

is help somebody that's in a

situation like what I'm in?

I'm hearing sh*t and

I'm seeing sh*t now.

Listen, I'm losing my f***ing mind.

Would you please just tell Dr. Cox

that I need to talk to her?

Can you do that for me? Oh!

You don't know how f***ing

desperate I am here, okay?

You're supposed to help people.

Well, I need your f***ing help!

I don't know what to f***ing do.

Dad.

Can I play my game?

Tell me...

do you miss your mommy?

Yeah.

You can be with her, you know.

Hey, Ellie, come on.

Let's go get a bath.

So long.

Ladybug.

Come on, let's go.

I don't feel like myself at all

anymore.

I'm starting to have

these crazy thoughts.

I feel compelled.

Like I have to. Like I

have to f***ing do it.

Eyes are throbbing like mad.

Can you see this?

Aw, it hurts like hell.

I'm f***ing slipping.

What? Oh, my God.

No, God damn it, no!

What the f***?

What the f*** is that?

Oh, my God.

What happened? Beth? Ellie?

F***!

Ellie! Ellie!

- Crowley loves you.

- Ellie.

Ellie.

Is that Fishy?

- No, baby.

- Are you okay?

- Ellie, sweetheart.

- No, no.

Beth, you don't think...

Beth, I didn't.

- I don't want to leave Fishy!

- Ellie.

- Let me go!

- Ellie.

Oh, God.

Oh.

What have I done?

Fish.

You...

you don't have power over me.

You don't.

You think you do, but you don't.

This isn't what I wanted.

This isn't what I wanted at all.

I'm sorry, Sam.

You can't make me do anything.

Shh. Couldn't make me lower.

You are just in my f***ing

head. Get out of my head!

I thought I almost killed Ellie.

Fishbone was Sam's dog.

F***.

Beth and Ellie,

they're staying with one of

Beth's friends for a few days.

It's getting too hard

to f***ing concentrate.

Quiet!

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

Stop saying that, God damn it!

Sh*t! Stop!

"I command you, unclean spirit.

You shall not be emboldened

to harm this creature of God.

You shall not harm him

or those he touches.

I command you, release this body.

Release this body..."

"Turn back this evil upon my soul.

I beseech you, Lord.

I beseech you."

Burn! Burn!

- Burn!

- F***! God damn it!

You can't have this body.

No! No, God damn it!

F***! F***!

God, please!

I've tried everything.

Protective spells, banishments,

charms, every

incantation I can find.

Nothing's worked.

The more I try and fight

it, the more it takes over.

Forcing me to do things.

Laughing at me.

It's f***ing laughing at me.

You'd think this

really hurts, right?

Funny thing is

I can hardly feel it.

It's getting harder and

harder to feel anything.

It's like...

none of this is real anymore.

It's not real.

Nothing is real.

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