Roberts picked up a chair to send it crashing through one of the windows, but to his horror, it bounced off and fell to the floor.
While the officers and the two priests ran around the house trying to find a way out, only one man stayed still.
Kneeling on the floor with his arms raised in supplication, he cried out to The Heavenly Father and his legion of Holy Angles.
“Holy Father, in the sacred heart of Jesus, your holy son, my holy savior, I ask for your help to combat this evil.”
“Where is your God, Jon Hannity?! Where is the Holy Man you call on to save you?” The Man in Black screamed, trying to drown out Hannity’s call to God.
Black smoke billowed through the house as the flames shot into the air, burning the beautiful furniture and priceless art.
“We’re going to die in this fucking house today,” Roberts yelled out to Jenkins.
Jenkins tried to speak, but the smoke filling his lungs made his words impossible.
“Denounce your God, Jon Hannity! All of you denounce your God and turn your soul over to the master!”
No one in the house could speak now, but they were not about to give in to the evil.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” Jon Hannity cried out in his mind.
At that moment, the same bright light that had been outside lit up the room, and as quickly as the fire had started, it was completely doused.
The Man in Black whirled as the men rose to their feet.
Thick black chains were thrown around his body until he was completely shackled. Then without another sound, he was pulled into the light.
“Thank you, Holy Father,” Hannity breathed, smiling as each man in the room echoed his words.
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m ready to get the hell out of here,” Roberts said, walking to the door and voicing a silent prayer.
Too bad I can’t tell Parker the old bitch really was killed by a ghost. Or close to it, Jenkins thought as he followed Roberts out the door.
Outside they stood breathing in the clean crisp autumn air.
“Hear that?” Hannity laughed aloud as the sounds of birds filled the space around them.
“That was as close a call as I ever want to have,” one of the young priests said.
“One thing you need to remember, my son, is God will never turn his back on his children.”
A deep roar started to fill the air, and as they watched, the house erupted once more into flames. This time they knew it would not end until the house was burned to the ground.
“Who the hell lit it up this time?” Jenkins looked around.
“When The Man in Black was bound and taken through the light to be thrown into hell, the house was lit on fire to destroy all the other demons inside.”
“We may not have been able to arrest and sentence the old woman who caused so much hate and destruction in this house, but we can be thankful for one thing. This house of evil is gone forever.”
“Thanks be to God,” Hannity whispered, glad in his heart the old lady would never harm another innocent child.
About the Author
Judith Ann McDowell is a novelist with four finished books. When not working on a manuscript, Judith along with her husband like to travel to different cities such as New Orleans to talk with people about voodoo and to talk with those who have experienced firsthand, true hauntings. Judith is the mother of four grown sons Guy and David and Rhett and Nick and lives in the Pacific Northwest with her husband Darrell and their two Pekingese Chi and Tai and three cats Isis and Lacy and Keefer. Judith is at present working on her next novel.
Other books by Judith Ann McDowell…
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