The Demon's Awakening

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Miseburgh, North Carolina — 1985

The hunt for the demon was in operation, abandoned houses were burned down and strangers were crucified in silence. The result of this operation led to nothing except for ultimate failure and darkness. A year passed by since the horrific murders of the Erickson’s were committed, no one in the town had an idea about it except for the council and the neighbor who lived nearby, Arthur also known was the mayors right hand man. People living in the town were unaware of the horror that happened on 1984, no one really knew how the Erickson’s died suddenly.

“Any new lead?” Dean asked Sherif Harry who was the top in the station. He was the man working behind the case. He wasn’t only a sheriff but also an investigator who was eager to learn about demons and how they came to settle down in Miseburgh.

“Nothing yet, your honor. We are still working on the pervious lead and it hasn’t got us to anywhere except an old house that has been under the name of an old woman also known as Sarah.” Harry explained to his mayor.

Dean was more than curious to find out about the demons, he wanted to get rid of them for once and all. The murders they have committed was far than enough and it was time for them to leave Miseburgh for good.

“What about the woman?” Dean questioned. “Who is she? Have you spoken to her?”

Sheriff narrowed down his eyes onto the papers he was holding. “The house is under her name but she doesn’t lives there, it’s empty.” He said with a bit of curiosity in his tone.

“Well, where does she lives then?” Dean asked.

“At the old home for elderly people,” The sheriff replied.

Under the commands of the mayor, the sheriff was requested to visit the old house and enquire the woman about it. As the next morning arrived, Harry was on his way to the old house.

The old house was constructed in 1950, the owner of it died long ago and it continued on charities that people gave to the church nearby. It had a good environment and the old were treated properly.

“Sarah Gibson I assume,” Sheriff Harry said as he stepped outside to the garden where he found her. There was an old woman who was the watering the plants and humming a song.

As the woman heard her name, she turned around and looked at the man. Deep wrinkles settled on her forehead as she creased her eyebrows together. No one had ever come to visit her — she didn’t have anyone.

“Yes, and who are you?” Sarah asked in an old, raspy tone. The words barely came out of her mouth, she was a weak woman with a strong heart.

Sheriff Harry straightened himself and he turned around to the lady who led him here.

“Thank you, that will be.” He smiled at the caretaker and she left them alone. As she walked away, Harry turned his attention back to the old woman.

“I’m Sheriff Harry from the local police station, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to have a word with you.” Harry said, sounding charming so he wouldn’t frighten her. Old people could easily die from a heart stroke out of sudden impact or horror.

“Oh...” Sarah breathed out. The placed the pot of water on the ground and stood back up. “Am I in trouble for something?” She asked.

“No, no, just a few questions I have. I hope you don’t mind,” Harry quickly replied. “Let’s have a cup of coffee,” He added.

Sarah nodded her head and she walked inside the old house for the elderly. The coffee arrived in the room where Sarah slept. She sat down beside the sheriff and sipped it while patiently waiting for Harry to begin with his questions.

“I wasn’t able to find any of records in the police station, there was nothing about you or where you came from until I came across a deed from the house that has been abandoned.” Harry explained, he pulled out the papers from his bag and showed them to Sarah.

She quickly checked them up and then terror grasped her.

“Of course, they wouldn’t be any records, I’m 79 years old. When I came into this town, it was under construction.” Sarah explained.

“Oh, I understand.” Harry sighed. Records that old weren’t really kept. Miseburgh was built in 1900 and at that time, they weren’t any police stations. “But what about the house? Why have you left it? I don’t understand that,” He continued before raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t like living there, it’s a personal preference. I don’t like being alone,” Sarah replied with a bit of fear in her tone.

“Have you heard about the demon attacks and possessions?” Harry asked. There was only one way to dig deep inside this is by questioning the truth from her.

“Of course, who hasn’t.”

“Well, it came up to me that the demons are still in town. Demons cannot reside anywhere unless they have a property under their name or unless they have been given a permission by someone. All the abandoned houses and places has been burnt and we are trying our best to get rid of them. The last house that is left behind is the house that belongs you,” Harry explained, he noticed how the woman’s face immediately changed as he bought in the topic of demons.

“I don’t have any demons under me,” Sarah said.

“I don’t mean by that, I apologize, my intentions were different. Once the house where demons reside in is burnt, there is no way they can stay in this town which is beneficial for all of us. We would like to offer you cash for in return of that house and since you aren’t using it, there is no purpose of it being there. We can burn it down and build something else,” Harry said.

Sarah looked into his eyes and questioned his intentions.

“If of course you are willing to do it,” Harry added.

Sarah sighed and replied, “I’d like the safety of this town too and if burning down my abandoned house does it then of course. Agreed but I’ll need to clear out a few things before I can allow you to burn it,”

Harry was in shock, he couldn’t believe that Sarah would agree so quickly — barely without any effort.

“As you say so,” He said.

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After the conversation was taken place, an agreement was signed that whatever was constructed after the fire would belong to Sarah, alive or dead. A week later, Sarah visited the house to say a final goodbye and to collect her personal items that she left behind 20 years ago.

As she stepped inside the house, the voices rose from all the corner and it caused her to stress out. Her eyes flicked up and around the house and they landed on the man who was leaning by the wall.

“You have sold us out,” The man said, in a crying tone.

Sarah lined her lips together and she went inside the room, completely ignoring the man who was standing in the hallway. She grabbed her items and shoved them inside a big brown bag. Most of the items consisted of journals she had written while she was here and other items that she knew that would come to good use someday.

“You can’t do this!” Another man stepped inside the room and shouted. “You can’t allow those people to burn our house,” he added.

Sarah tried her best not to focus on the voices but they made her way to her head every time.

“I can’t do anything about it — not anymore! People are dying, families are getting murdered and this is the only way to stop it.” Sarah got up from the bed and yelled at the man.

“We don’t have a hand in this, we stopped it — years ago.” The man said. “If you allow those men to burn this house down then we will be banished. This is our hometown and this is where we have been living since ever. We won’t find a new house, no one will give us the permission.” He continued.

“Everything has to come to an end, Damon, eventually. I’ll die and they’ll burn it anyways. I had given you time to leave and find a new place—” Before Sarah could find, she was interrupted by the man.

“We can’t find a new place! Why don’t you understand that.” The man yelled.

Sarah shook her head. “I don’t care, not anymore. Yes, you were once my children, my family but not anymore. I warned you about murdering people yet it continued.” She breathed out heavily. Her lungs felt heavy from the tight atmosphere around her. She needed to leave soon but she also needed to make herself clear.

“It isn’t us. It’s your son who is causing all the trouble. We told him to stop but he isn’t stopping.” The man argued.

The other men living inside the house came outside from their rooms. They were eight demons who lived under Sarah which even included her son, Lucian. They all were disappointed and saddened about the news they had received a week earlier about loosing their house.

“That’s exactly why I gave the council the permission to burn down this house. Once this house is gone, he will be gone to and that’s exactly what I want right now. I don’t want anymore deaths, I don’t want to see people coming into my dreams and begging me for their lives, I don’t want this misery anymore, Damon and there is only one way to stop it.” Sarah explained before turning around.

“By taking our house!?” Damon questioned as he stepped in front of her.

“Yes, you don’t belong here.” Sarah sighed and turned around to the rest of the demons. “None of you belong here. Hell is better for all of you!” She added.

“Hell isn’t good for any of us,” Damon interrupted her again. Anger stormed into his eyes but he couldn’t do anything. The woman in front of him was some what like his mother. She had been taking care of him since he remembers.

“I know how hell feels like, Damon but there is nothing I can do. I didn’t bring you here to murder people and take innocent lives. I bought you here so you could live like humans and enjoy the freedom I had given you.” Sarah explained.

“We don’t take lives, we don’t kill anyone. Why are you punishing us?” Damon asked.

“Because you all connected to him, and as long as he is here, he will continue.” She sighed, her head dropped down to the ground. She was disappointed in herself and her son.

“Once you burn down this house, Lucian will leave town and enter another town. He will possess more and more people there. He won’t ever stop until he gets what he wants,” Damon explained. He knew every intention of Lucian — every single one of it.

Sarah paused, she took a deep breath in and thought about what Damon had said. She leaned down and grabbed her bag.

“Well then, he will have to struggle to get what he wants because his mother will not be by his side to support his evil doings.” Sarah said before leaving the house. As she stepped outside the porch, she waved her hand and rushed inside the car. She didn’t want to be in there for another second. The memories of this place would haunt her to death and it wasn’t her time to die just yet.

The demons inside the house remained shocked and frozen, they expected Sarah to change her decision but she didn’t. The seven men waited inside the old Victorian living room for what they feared the most to haunt them finally — they waited for the fire to burn down the house.

Meanwhile, Lucian took a trip to the town nearby so he could enjoy. He had no idea about what was going to happen with his house.

As the wine dribbled down his throat, he smiled while looking at the barely covered girl in the bar. The happiness and the satisfaction on his face was fascinating — something he always wanted in life and death.

The destruction of Sarah’s Gibson house was carried out during the evening. The walls, the furniture, the books weren’t just burned down but along with the fire, the demons went down too. The town council investigated further and learned that demons did actually live inside this house but they made sure Sarah wasn’t informed about them.

After the fire was put up, a few verses were chanted and then the horror came out of the house. The demons screamed and cried out for pain as they were pushed back inside hell permanently. A barrier was created so no creature could step out of it and enter this town — except for the one who had been already living here.

“How did you find out about the demons? Is it confirmed that they lived here?” Arthur questioned Dean who was walking back to his car after setting up the fire.

“Don’t you hear voices? They belong to the demons. Their cries and their pleads finally bring some satisfaction and peace into my heart.” Dean explained as he pointed at the house.

Arthur turned around and listened closely — he did hear the voices but they began to fade away.

“So all the demons have been vanished finally?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, I’m sure of it! The demons who caused us trouble lived inside this house. As soon as this house turns into ashes, they will be gone too.” Dean explained.

“What about the woman who owned this place?”

“She doesn’t needs to know the truth and anyways, she’s dying. It won’t be long enough till this horrifying nightmare will be over for all of us.” Dean replied, he fixed his shirt and sat inside the car. Finally, a sentence could be put out there in the daily newspaper.

“It’s a hard truth to swallow. I don’t believe that all terror has been banished,” Arthur sighed.

Dean slapped his hand over his shoulders and assured him that it was all finished.

“Trust me, it’s gone. Our children and our families will be safe,”

The town residents began to question the random fires that the council had been putting up. A list of assumptions rose from the residents but they were all cleared the next morning.

All that was left behind of the house were the ashes that wouldn’t be touched by anyone.

Lucian returned back to Miseburgh the next morning, he happily returned to his house but found it missing. As the news spread across the town, it captured his ears too. It angered him to the point where he wanted to kill everyone in this town but before he could do anything, he needed to be strong.

He lost his family. His friends. His people. He had nothing left in his life. Nothing at all. He made a new goal, vengeance.

To ruin what ruined him.

To destroy what created him.

To punish and to be what he always wanted to be.