Confrontation With The Two

It was around 9p.m. and Will, who was supposed to be in bed, was walking down the street. The street was a little lively with a few people walking back to their houses as well and the street lights provided more than enough light for him to see and quell his fear.

He walked slowly but steadily and took a turn, getting farther and farther away from his small house. His eyes looked glazed and distant as if he was in auto pilot. Where was he going?

He didn't particularly know the answer to this question but one thing he knew was that he wanted to go out for a walk so badly. He yawned, visibly tired but his body was energetic enough to keep pushing.

Even in his muddled condition, he could still think a bit clearly and the only word his almost frozen brain kept repeating to him was, "the exorcist…the exorcist…the exorcist…"

He knew what was going to happen but how? He didn't know. It hadn't happened like this before and this feeling was very suffocating.