#conjuring last rites

After the Warrens cleaned out their house from the evil, and later on the Smurl family moved out from there the house was destroyed, then rebuilt to attract new owners who didn't know about its past. All traces about it's traumatic story is now gone expect one - a tall, muscular, transparent man wearing an overall and carrying an axe who goes around the house at night searching for a something - or rather, someone.

The people who moved in in these past few years since the new start all had to move out at one point - for families, beacuse the mother was targeted by an evil entity, for couples it was the woman, and for single people it was jealusy or stalking.

The price of the house has been dropping for the last few years because of this so it was no wonder when its new owner got it at a really good price.

Finally having enough money, you moved out of your parents place to start new. The house was nothing special, it was kind of run down but still it was yours. When you first set foot in your new home, with a box in hand you let out a sigh. You are home. You put down the box and looked around. The paint was a bit chipped and the floor some places was overused but nothing you cannot fix with a few youtube tutorials.

After a week your dream of your own life turned into a nightmare. It first started with a few missplaced items and flickering lights. You started to fear the basement - it had a dark aura around it that you wanted to avoid for the sake of your life.

And then you started to see him. First it was in the mirrors or any surface that can show reflection. Just a glimpse of a terrifying shape behind you. It slowly started to take a toll on you, made it's way into your dreams - because you did see him in your dreams. He then started appearing everywhere, making you more paranoid. Then one night you saw him face to face.

You have been up for a while now, some work matters making it's way into your night. You were half asleep in your bathroom doing your night routine when the usual flickering of the lights started, then he appeared at his full being, transparency now long gone - at least in the mirror - your hand started to shake in fear as he closed the gap between the two of you. When he was close enough he slowly lifted a lock of your hair twisting it in his fingers and smelling it, then he dissappeared as you were about to turn around to face him.

From then on he was more lively in your home, appeared more, interacted more. So as any broke young adult would do, you started to just ignore the problem. First it was hard. Everytime he did something in the same room as you, you flinched. But as time went on you started to get used to it and tought more about him as a roommate rather than some evil entity.

For him tho, it was love at first sight. From the moment you set foot into the house he couldn't take his eyes off of you. For so long he have been searching for someone loyal. His heart has been broken a lot of times in the past, but the way you carry yourself at home, his home made him fall for you harder. So he started watching you every moment. Studying you like you were some kind of artpiece - which you were, you were the most perfect piece of art he ever saw. He started becoming more brave and cocky with his powers - he started to realize you didn't mind his presence that much, and that, my dear friend sealed your fate. Everytime you wake up he was at the end of your bed, watching. Everytime you were doing something in front of a mirror he was there watching. Everytime you did your laundry he was there watching. You could be doing anything he was there watching. Only time you felt free from his monstrous gaze was when you left the house. He hated it, but you needed food to survive so he allowed it.

Then one night everything went wrong. Your friend invited you out for some drinks and you happily agreed - it was a while ago since you enjoyed yourself in your own skin. You eagerly waited the ringing of the bell and happily greeted your friend. He did not like it. You don't need more people, just him. Him. You came back early in the morning, some guy carrying you. Oh poor you. You shouldn't have done that. It was no suprise he had to teach you a lesson. He appeared in an instant and didn't even hesitate to swing his axe, the guy's head rolling on the floor, his lifeless body collapsing in the floor next to you. The next swing was in already motion, didn't even leaving you time to react, but the pain never came. You looked up at him, seeing his wicked grin and his crazed eyes then you looked at his axe which was stuck in the floor next to you.

You were trapped. It has been days since his outbourst and you couldn't leave the house ever since. He has been next to you every moment you were awake, haunting you in your dreams when asleep. The doors of the house permanently shut - you tried to escape but to no availe, he was quick to bring you back into the living room, safely tucked into his arms. Beacuse this was your life now, being a perfect little spouse to a crazed ghost. So you better start to act like it, before he looses his patience.

you’ve always been a good girl. good grades, kind, pretty and funny. you’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before, to your father’s relief. you spend your time hanging out with your friends or studying.

things have been strange lately. you always have that lingering feeling of being watched, especially when you’re home alone. your sisters have said the same thing, your youngest one claims to have seen a person in the mirror. your father and mother don’t believe her, how could they? neither do you. but there was that one time when you were sure that you saw the shadow of a man standing in your bedroom. it’s impossible, of course, that’s what you tell yourself. but nowadays you hate being home alone.

tonight is one of those nights, unfortunately. your family is visiting some friends, and they left you to watch the dog. you’re drinking soda, watching tv. you’re quite bored. you were told not to invite any friends over, so you’re stuck by yourself.

you’re watching some dumb tv show as you hear laughter. you quickly turn off the tv and look around, there’s no one.

”hello?” you call out. no response.

you start shivering, you hate stuff like this.

then you hear it again. laughter. low and menacing. you stand up, looking around.

then you see it. a shadow, in the corner of the room. you freeze from terror as the shadow emerges, revealing a tall man.

black, long hair. skin as white as snow, his mouth curled into an evil grin and smeared with something dark. he’s wearing overalls.

you let out a scream as the man starts walking towards you.

he’s standing in front of you, grinning. you can’t run, you can’t scream. you’re completely frozen.

”look at you”, the man speaks. his voice is low, you feel it at the back of your bones. ”so cute, all scared”, he adds, stroking your cheek. you flinch.

”s-stay away!” you whimper, backing off, but you end up falling on the couch.

”oh yeah, you’ll do just fine”, the man says, picking you up into his large arms.

you start kicking as he starts carrying you up the stairs and towards your bedroom.

he opens the door with his foot, stepping in with you in his arms. he throws you on the bed, climbing on top of you.

you start crying.

”aww, little one, don’t cry”, the man says, mock-sad. he leans in and drags his cold tongue on your teary cheek. you shudder.

”w-who are you?” you ask, voice shaking.

”i’m abner”, he says. ”i already know your name, sweet girl. i’ve been watching you”, he says, grinning.

”w-what…” you whimper, shaking.

”oh yeah, i know everything about you, little one”, he says.

then his mouth crashes onto yours. you whimper and shut your mouth as hard as you can, but abner just chuckles and pinches your nipple so hard that you let out a whimper and open your mouth. then he forces his wet tongue inside your mouth, twirling it around your stiff one.

he slides his cold hand under your shirt, rubbing your nipples. they go hard instantly under his rough touch.

”s-stop-”, you whimper against his mouth, but abner just chuckles and keeps kissing you, hand on your breasts.

he suddenly rips your shirt off, leaving you half-naked. you quickly cover up. he tsk’s. ”don’t hide from me, beautiful”, he says. then his mouth descends as he starts placing wet kisses down your throat.

then he starts sucking on your breasts, closing his lips around your sensitive nipple. you keep crying.

”shh, little girl, i’ll make you feel good”, abner cooes.

his hand slips under your pants, feeling the wetness between your legs. ”look at you, so eager for me already”, he hums, pleased.

then he starts pulling down your pants.

”s-stop, i’ve never-”, you start, but he cuts you off.

”oh, i know. just like a flower”, he says. ”i’ll teach you all about it”, he adds, with that devilish grin.

he pulls down your pants and starts stroking your cunt with your underwear still on.

you let out a whimper, teary-eyed.

abner slowly pulls down your panties, leaving them at your knee. there’s a wet stain on them, making your cheeks warm up from the embarrassment.

abner starts stroking your clit with his thumb, descending to lick your breasts again. you let out a moan as his thumb rubs on the most sensitive part of you.

no one has touched you like this before. and you hate how good it feels.

abner pushes two thick fingers inside you and starts pumping them in and out of you.

you moan as you squirt on his fingers. abner chuckles. ”there you go, good girl”, he says.

he keeps rubbing his thumb on your clit while thrusting his fingers inside you, and you’ve never felt anything like it before. sure, you’ve touched yourself. but not like this.

you start moaning harder, getting closer to your release. ”that’s it, good girl, come for me”, abner purrs.

and you do. you cry as you come on his fingers, your squirt wetting them and the bed. abner chuckles and pops his wet fingers inside his mouth, moaning around them.

”you taste like sin”, he says. then he starts taking off his overalls. you freeze from fear.

he’s muscular, with broad shoulders and large arms. he starts pulling down his pants, just enough to get his cock free.

and god - his cock. it’s huge. inhumanely so. it’s thick and long, weeping precum at the tip.

abner lines himself with your cunt, gently rubbing the large tip against your clit. ”p-please don’t”, you whine. ”shh”, he cooes.

then he starts pushing in. you scream as his tip opens you up, the pain being unbearable. ”i’m not even half-way in yet, sweetheart”, abner chuckles. he keeps pushing inside, clearly struggling. ”fuck, what a tight little virgin cunt”, he groans.

you scream again as he bottoms out, burying his cock deep inside you.

your belly bulges.

abner chuckles and puts his palm on the bulge. ”feel that?” he says.

then he starts moving. he’s thrusting hard and rough inside you, not gentle at all. he grabs your waist, guiding you. his grip on you is rough, your skin will surely bruise.

you cry as some blood drips on his cock from your broken hymen.

”there you go, not a virgin anymore”, abner chuckles.

he keeps fucking into you with a force so strong you’re sure you’d rip in half.

but then something strange happens.

the pain mixes with something else, a burning sensation in your lower stomach. you’re starting to feel pleasure.

you moan and wrap your legs around abner, squeezing him closer to you.

abner chuckles. ”look at you, starting to learn”, he says.

”say my name”, he says.

”a-abner”, you whimper.

”again”, he demands.

”abner!” you scream, arching your back.

”that’s my good girl”, abner says.

his pace changes, becoming more rushed and uneven. he’s grunting loud above you.

”f-fuck, you’re gonna make me cum”, he groans.

and he does. he buries his cock inside you for one last time, you feel his warm cum pouring inside.

you stay still, still teary-eyed. abner gives you a gentle kiss on the forehead and stands up, putting back his overalls.

”clean yourself up, your family will be home soon. i will be back tomorrow night”, he says.

I didn't like this house, there was something sinister about it, like something was always lurking in the shadows, I always feel observed, like eyes are constantly on me, maybe it's paranoia from everything that happened, strange events have been multiplying since Heather got this mirror, I was scared but I knew nothing would happen to me, our father in heaven is here to protect me, and my family, I pray every night for those things to stop, like currently, kneeling beside my bed, my rosary clutched in my hand, my eyes closed but my hand towards the sky, I recite the prayer I knew by the heart.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today..."

I'm interrupted by a loud bang and a sound of glass shattering in my bedroom, jumping of surprise I turn around, there on the floor, one of the pictures on my bedside table on the floor, broken glass around it, I pick it up carefully, it was a picture of my own confirmation, I was around Heather's age, smiling ear to ear, I was so proud of myself this day.

I sigh, the glass was broken and I didn't have any other empty frame, I get up going out of my room to take a broom to clean up the mess, on the way I stumble on Carin and Shannon running around with dolls.

"Girls aren't you supposed to be in bed." I say with a laugh, dodging the running little girls.

I take the small broom from the kitchen with the matching shovel, going back upstairs to clean the shards of glass, throwing them in the trash along with the rest of the broken frame, saving the picture by just putting it flat on the bedside table.

After putting everything back in place and going back upstairs, I reach for the picture, except it was missing, only my lamp and bible were on the table, I look around the room but found no trace of it, I sigh again, walking toward the twin bedroom thinking of another prank, but when I get there I find them fast and deep asleep, I was confused, who took my picture then ? I don't see why anyone would do it, everyone knows how much it means to me, it was an accomplishments for me, overcoming my sins for the greater good.

I decided to see that tomorrow, maybe I was just to tired, maybe I put it somewhere else and forgot where, I return to my room, changing into my pajamas, brushing my hair, closing the curtains and going to bed, I had this feeling again, the feeling of being watched, but as I look around my room I couldn't see anyone, I just lay back down, closing my eyes and trying to distract myself from it, at some point I could feel the wing of Morpheus close around me as sleep comes.

My body was vibrating of a strange sensation I never felt before, a strange fluttering at my lower stomach, I couldn't see, only hear and feel, I couldn't move either, I felt coldness on my skin, making me understand my lack of clothing, but I could also feel something wet dragging along my inner left thigh, i tried forcefully opening my eyes, tried to move, nothing, I could just feel and hear, I was definitely on my bed as I hear it creak under the mouvement of something or someone on the bed, definitely someone as I felt cold hands posing on my thighs, the hands grip harder, opening my legs as the tongue drag further down and down, towards my hard cock, I don't know what was happening, I just knew it felt good, intensely good, the wet tongue drag from base to tip, my mouth opening in a gasp in response, as it finally connect to my slit my eyes open suddenly, I could only have a glimpse of the person before I woke up in panic, sweat clinging to my skin, it was... a man, you didn't really see what he looked like, but it definitely was a man, he looked big, with long dark hair.

No couldn't be, I couldn't go back down this path again, I won against this sin long ago for the Lord, I look down shamelessly, I was hard and leaking through my PJ's pants, I wanted to cry in shame, all this years for nothing, was the Lord testing me again ? I remembered that last night I did not finish my prayer, panic overcoming me, was it a punishment ? Punishment or test didn't matter, I needed to do something before it got worse.

I look at the window, it look like the sun was already awakening, but with the lack of noise I understood that the others were still asleep, it was Saturday today, no school and no working, it was my chance, I sneak out of bed, slowly opening the door and looking around to see if anyone was here, no noise, no one here yet, I rush as fast and as quiet as possible to the bathroom, closing the door behind me to make sure nobody could walk on me, I go to the sink, the sight in the mirror did not please me, I was red on the face, from shame most likely, or at least I hoped it was shame, looking back down the tent was gone but the wet spot was still here "fuck..." I say before catching myself, it wasn't really me to curse such words but in the panic I couldn't really think well, I take a rag, wetting it but stopping myself, what would the other think, that I wet myself to bed ? I don't know what's worse, what actually happened or the other thinking I wetted the bed like a toddler, I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose, this was the worst situation I could ever be.

"Help me Lord."

An idea came to me, maybe I could splash some water on me and say the spot comes from it, that would be credible I think, so I turn the tap back on, taking water on my finger and doing a motion to splash some water here and there on my pants and shirt, praying to God that your family believes in it.

I take some more moments to collect myself before I start hearing movements outside the door, some of them started waking up, mostly my parents since they were always awake before everyone, I hear footsteps approaching the bathroom.

"Anyone in here ?"

It was my father who clearly saw the lights under the door.

"Mmh Yes, I'm here." My voice was still trembling.

"Are you fine ? You sound a little shaky."

"Yes don't worry dad, just a... nightmare." I wasn't entirely wrong. "Needed to put some water on my face but I'm fine."

"Oh well... hope you feel better now." There was strain in his voice, everything was awkward since the supernatural things started happening, especially after Heather crashed out on him a few days ago, the tension was capable in the house.

Once I hear his footstep get further I decide to leave the bathroom, but after turning the lights off I hear a creaking behind me, I turn quickly, nothing but I swore it wasn't just the old floor, it sounded heavy, I was panting, I knew there was something, I refuse to believe it's all my brain.

"You're okay ?"

The voice of my little sister Dawn scared me, taking me out as I jump in her direction, she was leaving her room, looking at me weird.

"Jeez, yes, I'm fine, just.. thought I heard something haha, probably just the old house you know."

"Yeah I guess."

I give her my best smile that was clearly very embarrassed and fake, she just look at me up and down and left downstairs.

I sigh, trying to calm my rapid pulse down, looking back at the bathroom, no noise, nothing, you're just on edge, just need to calm down, I tell myself, collecting my though, I get downstairs, most of the family was already there at the table eating breakfast.

"Good morning." I tell the whole family, the twins just wave to me, I walk to them kissing both of them on the top of their head.

"Are you okay ? I thought I heard something from your bedroom last night." Mom asked.

"I was just sleeping, what kind of noises ?"

"A groan or something, did you hurt yourself ?"

My eyes widen slightly, praying God that I wouldn't flush, I couldn't believe I did noises from this dream.

"Mmh not that I know." I let out an awkward chuckle. "Maybe it was something else that you mistaken for a groan."

"Maybe.."

I take my bowl out of the cupboard, putting cereals and milk, taking a spoon and sitting at my designated sit on the table, the chair groaning underneath me, the silence was heavy so I decided to break it.

"So, anyone has plan for today ?"

"We are gonna have a tea party with Shannon." Said Carin. "Can you join us ? We are missing a guest."

I smile sweetly, I love playing with my youngest sisters, even if it mostly ended up with me all dolled up with bows in my hair.

"It will be my pleasure."

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The rest of the day went well, I played with the girls, helped dad and grandpa with some plumbing in the cellar, I was exhausted, Saturdays were never that much relaxing being the only male child means having to help with the hard work.

I flop down my bed, looking at the bedside table I suddenly remember that I forgot to ask if anyone saw the picture, rolling my eyes, I sit up on the edge of the bed, as I was about to get up I suddenly freeze, there was someone else in this room, it was the evening so it was mostly dark, but like some kind of second senses my eyes slowly moved to one corner of the room, I gasp, there he was tall and big, looking right at mei stumble out of bed, not looking away, I reach for my rosary, joining my hands in a prayer position.

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one." I spurt out quickly, but he was still here not moving an inch.

"What do you want ?" I scream to him, my back was planted against the corner opposite to him, I hear him laugh, an horrible grin forming on his face, the bed was between us, but it did not bother him as he moved fast, to fast, I close my eyes as he gets closer, clutching the rosary in my hand, preparing for anything, but nothing came, I open my eyes and he was gone, I laugh nervously, moving from the corner I look all around the room, terrified that he could come from everywhere.

I let out a relieved breath, putting my hands on my knees, panting from the adrenaline I felt, I straighten my back again.. before suddenly feeling a hand covering my mouth from behind, I try to scream, to fight against him, but he was so much stronger than me, he shush me mockingly, his other arm moved up, my eyes widen in fear at the sight of the axe in his hand, he put the sharp blade towards my neck and shush me again, taking off his hand from my hand, I could've screamed or said anything, but I fear I wouldn't have survived if I did, so I stayed silent, his free hand caress my lower lip, taking some moisturising before lowering his tumb slowly on my chin, spreading my saliva down on my neck.

He spread his big hand flat when he reach my shirt caressing down to my chest and brushing over my nipple, I sob quietly, a part of me told me to fight, another part that I tried to hide away for so long told me to let him do it, I yelp as I feel him twist the nipple over my shirt, I hear his sick laugh in my ear, feel his hot breath on me, my body and mind fighting trying to understand what was happening inside of me, he continued toying with the bud a little wild, laughing at every little sound I was making.

After a while he gets bored and lower even more his hand before reaching the hem of my pants, he toys with it, slipping the tip of his fingers beneath it, I gasp, his cold fingers on my hot skin, so close to the place I needed it.

I tried praying in my head but I just couldn't, this one part of myself was enjoying it, telling me to indulge in it, I already met this part of me in the past, when I didn't know loving other men was punished by God, when I did learned I prayed all night for it to disappear, I didn't want to disappoint him, I didn't want to go to hell whereas my whole family would go to heaven, I didn't want to burn or be tortured for eternity, so I prayed, prayer until exhaustion took over me, I never told my family about my homosexuality, especially after I managed to make it disappear after a long time.

But here I was, enjoying the touch of another man/creature and craving more, his fingers find the buckle of my belt, tugging on it before taking it off entirely, popping out the button of my pants next and dragging the zipper down, his touch was slow like he was having fun teasing me. Once the zipper is down, he slips his hand in it, I let out a shaky breath as I feel his hand on my cock through my underwear, he suddenly lower his head to my neck to lick it, his tongue was as cold as the rest of him, a shiver of pleasure going down my body, I felt myself go, falling into the pleasure, I didn't care at this point, thinking of the thousands of people getting away while doing worse sins.

I let my body lean into him, he laugh again when he feels it, lowering his axe knowing I wouldn't fight anymore, he grope me hard enough for me to throw my head back against his shoulder, hitting my lips to not let out a noise, while being gone I was still conscious of the other people in the house and I don't think I could get away if anyone saw me like this.

I buck my hips in his hand, his other that was normally holding the axe goes to my hips, gripping hard enough to stop me, he bites into my shoulder before letting me go entirely, I whine, fearing he would disappear back into the shadow, until I feel a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me hard face first into my bed, and before i could push myself up I feel his strong thighs straddling me from behind, with him on top I could feel his own cock through our pants, it was hard, and it seems big, would make sense with how big he is in size.

He ground down on me before lowering, his chest to my back, his long hair falling around my face, one of his hands going to the front of my neck, not shocking, just staying here, his other hand goes to the hem of my pants, tugging it down with my underwear, not all the way down but enough for my ass to be on display for him, I hear him purr, his hand coming to grope one of my cheek, squeezing and spreading, I moan, trying to muffle it by biting into the sheets of my bed.

I hear him spit, the cold liquid landing between my ass cheeks right on my hole, I shiver again, trying to move my hips but being stuck between his thighs, his finger goes on my hole, spreading the spit around before entering in it, I clench my teeth hard, never have been touch down here, even by myself, it felt weird and good, a little painful but it was overcome by the pleasure, he does little movement in it before curling his finger on a spot that makes me see stars, I try to raise my head from the bed but he moves his hand on my throat to the back of my head to put me back in place.

After a while he put a second finger, the stretch making me writhe under him, but he just does the same thing as before, I could feel my cock underneath me, painful and stuck between me and the sheets, I was trying so hard to just move at least a little to grind it against the bed but I just couldn't.

At some points he gets bored, taking his fingers out of my hole, I was so into it that his retreat surprised me, his other hand was still on the back of my head, holding me there, but I felt him rise from his position, I was frustrated on the fact I couldn't look at him to see what he was doing, but this thought was suddenly cut off when I hear him fumbling with his overalls, sliding his suspenders down and fumbling with the pants until he gets his cock out, his put his now free hand beside my hand, nestling his cock between my ass cheeks, I could feel it in his full size and girth, it was big, really big.

He grinds against you, laughing at my pathetic attempt to move back against him.

"Please.." my voice was muffled by the bed as he kept pressing my face against it.

"Please I need it."

He did not answer, stayed silent but still he helped the head of cock to my hole, pressing against it, even the head was fat and he had to force to put it inside, I groan in pain and pleasure at the feeling, he did not give me any time to adjust as he just kept pushing, nestling his cock deep inside of me, I could feel everything with how slow he went, the veins brushing against my walls.

Once he finally hilt, his hips pressing against my ass, I try to breath in and out to calm myself, once the pain started to subside, I gain my other senses again, like the feeling of an object inside one of my hand, I then remembered that I never put away my rosary, I was clenching it in my hand since the start, I felt shame again, opening my hand to glance, the cross at full display in the middle of my palm, I hear him laugh again, moving his hand in mine, interlacing our fingers in a mock of romanticism, just to press the cross even more in my palm.

He bring his hips back slowly until only the tip was left, just to abruptly thrust back into me, I moan loudly into the sheets before I could stop it, praying to God nobody heard me, even if God probably left me a while ago, seeing his children indulge in such a filthy sin with a ghost.

He continued this pace, slowly retreating, just to come back in full force, pounding into me hard and slow, this pace permitting him drag his cock against this spot that feels so incredible.

He start picking up the pace, I could feel a knot in my belly ready to burst at any moment, he bends down, his mouth to my ear, he was quietly groaning, I could feel him throbbing inside of me and I could guess it means he was close.

I try to meet his thrust as best as I could while being restrained by him, he groans harder in my ear, pounding even harder, his hand on the back of my head gripping my hair hard enough to draw pain.

We continue like this for a few minutes more, him pounding, me thrusting back with him gripping my hair as an answer to it.

He suddenly bite at my shoulder and thrusting one last brutal time before erupting inside of me, the mix of pain and pleasure, plus the feeling of him cumming brings me to the edge, feeling my cock spurts between my stomach and the bed.

I feel him lick at the same place he bit me, but too much in my haze, I don't feel him retreating, until I look behind me to see the dark room empty, I try to sit up as best as I could, my lower back in pain, I look back at the hand he was holding, the rosary was gone, but I had the imprint of the cross on my palm, I put back my underwear in place, taking off fully my pants, deciding to go to bed as night was now fully fallen.

I lay down my head on the pillow, reflecting on what just happened, now that I was all alone, I could feel guilt inside of me, I let myself be tempted into sin, let another man take me away from the lord, but I was mostly shamed on the fact I let him take me so easily.

I turn on my side, closing my eyes and forcing myself to sleep.

Bonus ending :

I open my eyes, the morning lighting my room, but I was surprised to see something on the pillow beside me, my picture and rosary were right here, I push myself up on my arm, taking the picture in my hand, something was drawn on it, a heart circling my head, I sigh, of everything that could happen to me, while my whole family are getting frightened and attacked by ghost, I had to get one in love with me, I put the pic back, smiling and laughing to myself.

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