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This is a documentation of the exorcism that took place inside the resort. Documented on videotape, this rite took over six hours. What I have presented here is the highlights of that exorcism, and the events immediately preceding and following the ritual.256Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvssFnbT8aj
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Another week passed without any demonic disturbances. The employees had begun to let go of their fears and suspicions, at least that's what they tried to tell each other. Carlos, on the other hand, stayed upstairs in his apartment most of the time. His hemorrhoids had lessened in size, but they still went on bleeding and hurting unbearably. He had gone to the doctor and was given suppositories and told to soak in hot water several times a day. Even though he had done just what the doctor had told him to do, he was unable to get much relief. He found himself becoming more nauseated each day, and it was all he could do to force himself to eat anything.
There was no doubt this sudden illness was some curse from Hell, for allowing Pastor Stone to try and exorcise the spirits from the resort. He had made up his mind that when the minister called him again, wanting to return, he would just make up some lame excuse, and keep putting him off until the preacher got the hint and gave up on this endeavor.
It was Thursday afternoon and he was lying in the tub, soaking, staring up at the single fly that was crawling on the ceiling. It was obvious from his haggard looks that this cursed affliction was getting the better of him. He couldn't get warm, no matter what he did, and his eyes were wells of pain and despair.
As he lay in the hot steamy water, the stench of human poop slowly found its way into the bathroom, engulfing the small, white-tiled room, causing him to be aware of some presence in the room with him. He didn't have to see it. He knew it was there, and he quickly felt an overwhelming fear grip him again. He slowly, cautiously raised his head, just a little, and stared at that white wooden bathroom door. It was closed tight.
As he shifted his eyes left and right, looking at the door, and then at the walls, the wooden door suddenly burst open, slamming against the outside wall with a thunderous bang. Carlos gripped the sides of the tub and held his breath, waiting for impending doom, but to his surprise, nothing happened for several long seconds. Then the raspy voice assaulted his ears. "What do we gotta do to make you tell that preacher to buzz off?"
"Don't worry, I'm working on it," Carlos assured the unseen presence in the bathroom.
The door slammed shut and the shit odor seized the bathroom causing him to puke into his bathwater. After heaving up the little bit of bread that he'd consumed earlier, he came to a crouching position inside the tub, and just as he started to stand to his feet, the entity punched him in the stomach, then in the side of the jaw, knocking him back down into the soapy water. Carlos lay face up in the tub, momentarily stunned from the attack. He tried to get himself together, but before he could try to defend himself, the entity violently, forcefully, grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head under the surface of the water, holding him there, trying to drown him.
He opened his eyes and looked through the liquid as best he could, and now he could see his attacker. It was Vince!
"I ain't sayin' it twice! Get that preacher to scram!" The raspy words soared through the water and into his ears like a torpedo.
"God, help me!" Carlos's brain shrieked in terror as he began swallowing large gulps of water. The entity shoved his head to the bottom of the white, porcelain tub and spoke again.
"Kneel to Satan or face the end!" he demanded as the bathwater quickly turned into bright red blood.
"I'm cavin' in!" Carlos screamed out, now swallowing several gulps of red plasma and choking on it. He closed his eyes, waiting to die.
As suddenly as it had begun, the attack ended. The entity let loose of Carlos and suctioned itself back into the air as if it was never really there. Once the spirit let loose of Carl, his eyes sprang open and the horrified man jerked up out of the water, choking, spitting, and coughing violently, gripping the tub on both sides and crying like a baby as tiny drops of blood rolled down his face and fell from his chin, splashing into the tub.
Regaining his breath after what seemed like an eternity, Carlos climbed out of the tub and grabbed a towel from the rack, quickly wiping the blood from his body as best he could. He was at the edge of madness and he had to get out of the resort before he lost his mind completely. Besides, he wanted out of here before that bastard came back and finished the job.
He raced into the living room and quickly slipped into a pair of blue jeans, a black short-sleeved shirt with a peace sign emblazoned on the front, and gym shoes. He ran from the apartment, down the stairs, and through the ballroom as fast as he could, careful not to upset the guests. He exploded through the swinging doors, and raced down the hallway, heading for safety. As he reached the glass doors, he froze dead in his tracks at the sight before him.
Oh, nooooo, Carlos's brain screamed as he stared through the glass panes of the front doors. On the other side of the entranceway, standing just outside the door, stood Pastor Ezekiel Stone and Mikal Watts.
They were supposed to call first, Carlos's mind cried frantically over and over.
"Open up, Carlos," the minister demanded. "It's time!"
Carlos sighed and knew now why he was suddenly attacked moments ago. The demons wanted to get him out of there before the preacher showed up. They knew he was coming!
Carlos reluctantly pulled out his key and slipped it into the hole, unlocking the door, and allowing Mikal and Ezekiel to come inside.
"Is something wrong?" Ezekiel asked when he saw the horrified look on Carlos's face.
"No," he quickly lied. He wasn't about to say anything to the men as to what had just happened. He was horrified beyond belief, afraid for his own life, and was not going to take any chances on getting the spirits angry with him again.
"Carlos," Ezekiel said softly, "It's time to end this matter once and for all. I'm here to send the spirits away. You won't have to be troubled anymore."
"Can't we just postpone this to another night?" He pleaded with the preacher, trying to get out of the exorcism. "I'm totally beat and I was..."
"No! The spirits knew I was coming here tonight to take them on. There's no running away now. We're here to finish this. Tonight!"
Carlos looked at Mikal, then back at Ezekiel Stone. He was trapped. There was no getting out of this confrontation.
"Alright," he finally agreed, "but I hope you're onto something. I've got a vibe they're gonna resist big time."
"Don't worry," the minister assured him. "It's going to be okay."
"I left that table in the kitchen from the last time you were here," he said. "We can go back in there if you're down for it."
"I am," Ezekiel said with a sympathetic smile.
Carlos led the way, with Mikal and the pastor in tow. Mikal held a video camera in each hand. Carlos flipped on the lights and the men walked into the room. Ezekiel and Carlos sat at the table talking about everything but the spirits, while Mikal set up his cameras and put them in record mode.
"We're ready," Ezekiel announced as he looked at his wristwatch. It was 8:55 P.M. on August 8.
"Are you okay?" Ezekiel asked Carlos. "You seem pretty nervous about something."
"I'm kinda jittery," Carlos answered timidly. "I'm feeling like there's a ton of bad vibes going down in here. Even some of the guests are sketching me out now."
"Well, like I told you before, Carlos, I want to help you," Ezekiel said, like a father talking to his son. "I don't want you to go through life like you have been. Peace is what you need. There's more to life than going through it like you've been doing. We don't know what the future holds, but there is a place that you can get into and you can live in it."
Ezekiel paused for a moment and stared into Carlos's eyes. He recognized the fear radiating from them, but it wasn't Carlos who was afraid now. It was one of the spirits.
"You see," the minister continued, "the Bible says that Jesus came to give us a new life, and Jesus Christ of Nazareth will be the place where Carlos Gutierrez needs to get to. I want you to remember that."
"They're at it again!" Carlos blurted out as he looked desperately into Ezekiel's eyes.
"They're going to leave, Carlos. They're going to let you have a life of peace, but I warn you: not only do the evil spirits have to leave, but so do the good spirits!"
Carlos's expression shifted to one of concern and desperation as he absorbed Ezekiel's words. "Sunflower and Adelaide?" he queried, seeking confirmation from the reverend. Upon receiving affirmation, he pleaded, "Please, man, let 'em chill. They're my buddies."
"Carlos, you need to grasp this," Ezekiel chided sternly, his tone tinged with frustration. "They're not your buddies; they're spirits. Even the well-meaning ones pose risks. Their time in this world ended long ago. They're stuck in a place that's no longer theirs. Soon, they'll need to heed the call of Heaven."
"Come on, man," Carlos implored, his tone desperate. "At least let me keep Adelaide's weird pet thing, you know, that creature with the freaky face. It's like, super tough, it watches over everyone. If those spirits mess with me again, I can call on it for backup." He was almost on the verge of flipping out as he said this.
"I wasn't aware of any spirit animal on the premises," Ezekiel responded, a hint of skepticism in his voice. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yeah, I'm sure," Carlos replied firmly.
"I'm sorry, Carlos," Ezekiel responded, shaking his head. "But it's out of the question. From what you've described, it sounds like this creature might have once been a familiar of someone practicing White Magic. While White Magic is supposed to be for good, all familiars ultimately serve sorcerers, which goes against biblical teachings. Additionally, it's likely a member of an obscure species of benevolent demon, unknown to paranormalists. Even if it seems benevolent now, there's no telling when it might turn malevolent. It must be cast out, just like the other spirits."
"Man, how am I supposed to stand up to those spirits without my pet? That's my only protection!" Carlos argued, his voice suddenly childlike as he began aimlessly mumbling under his breath about the kids who went to the school years ago.
"Carlos!" Ezekiel shouted to get the young man's attention. He immediately recognized what was happening. "You, yourself are stronger than these things!"
"Naw, he ain't!" A harsh adolescent voice, from deep within Carlos rebuked the minister. The voice was unlike Carlos's. It was a guttural sound, dark, liquid, and horrifying. For some unknown reason, though, Carlos didn't morph into anybody. Was this good or bad?
"Reveal yourself!" Ezekiel demanded of the spirit who had suddenly hijacked Carlos's voice and personality. "What name do you go by?"
"Ain't in the mood to step out right now. Maybe catch me later." the sneering ghost answered as Carlos's eyes gazed up and down at the priest. "Name's Quincy, man."
"Quincy what?"
"Briggs," the voice snarled. "Quincy Briggs. We're sick of your crap, trying to kick us out of our crib. This place is ours, dig? Those teachers thought they could own us, but we showed 'em they were dead wrong. We're the 'Now' generation, man. We'll do whatever it takes to get what we want, when we want it, even if it means someone's gotta bite it."
Before the clergyman could respond to Quincy's declaration, Carlos suddenly underwent another metamorphosis. This one was a male of 15 years of age. He had a pale complexion, wavy dark brown hair worn short, and gray eyes. He was tall and quite heavy.
"Chuck!" the spirit shrieked.
"Chuck, who?" Ezekiel asked, still calm and authoritative.
"Chuck Lamarr!"
"How did you die, Chuck?"
"Oh, I dunno," the entity replied slowly, seemingly confused by the minister's question.
"It's time for you to leave, Chuck. It's time for you to move on to the spirit world."
"Carlos digs me, man!" Chuck replied.
"No, he doesn't! You have to leave!"
"I ain't splitting, man! If I bail, we're all outta here!"
"Then you are all out of here!" Ezekiel commanded as his body began to tense and anger began to creep into his voice.
"Aw, hell! You beat it!" the wraith shrieked, its words a volley of verbal missiles intent on destroying the minister's psyche. "There's more of us than you!"
"I don't care," Ezekiel scoffed. "I've got something greater in me than what you are! You will leave, and you will leave NOW! Is that clear?"
"I ain't fuckin' goin' nowhere!" the spirit challenged Ezekiel with murderous tones.
"Yes, you are!"
"Man of God, I fuckin' prayed to God in my lifetime, and that asshole never gave me shit, just trouble!"
"That's because you didn't yield to Him!"
"I don't fuckin' yield to NOBODY!"
"You will yield to God!" Ezekiel's voice became loud and overbearing.
"The fuck I am!" The entity mocked Ezekiel and everything the pastor stood for."We're fuckin' coming back!"
"You are not!"
"Fuckin' right, we are!" the spirit shouted, becoming more aggressive with each exchange."And when we do, there'll be forty more motherfuckers with us!"
"And when you do, you'll be met by forty warrior angels," Ezekiel declared, his mind turning to the Biblical teachings of legions of demons and the angels to invoke to counter them. "Among them will be the mighty Archangel Michael, the destroyer of demons," he warned with conviction.
"Yeah, I've heard that spiel already! If you try to snatch Carlos from us, you're gonna be....."
"I'm not taking Carlos anywhere," the clergyman interrupted. "I'm sending you and your friends into the realm of the spirit where you belong!"
"Yeah, what's the deal when we get there? Gonna play Mr. Goody Two-Shoes, don some robes, and help out the needy and oppressed?" the spirit spat out. "Let me tell you, the world owes us big time, and we're not done collecting yet. We're gonna take what's rightfully ours!"
"You're leaving! Do you hear me?"
"I ain't hearin' you, preacher!" the spirit snarled. "Hey, Devil! Get your sorry ass down here and bail me out!"
"That's right, summon him!" The clergyman challenged the entity. "I've got something greater than him, and something in me greater than you. Your so-called Master has no choice but to accept that.
And then Carlos once again morphed into the demonic rabbit that was Satan, the horns as tall as trees, the blazing red eyes, the teeth like sabers, the arms and legs like gnarled tree trunks.
"What I say goes for you too, Prince of Darkness! It's time for you to leave!"
"Ever since Carlos was a child," Satan began, "all he wanted to do was go to church and pray, but I got him riding around here on his bicycle! Carlos's is so fuckin' stupid! He didn't even know what happened to him!"
"I know he didn't, but I do! I'm telling you, it's time for you to leave! Look what I've got right there, and you know what it is!" Ezekiel said as he bent over to pick up his Bible and held it up in front of Carlos's face.
"Take that stupid book and shove it up your ass!" Satan screamed defiantly as he winced at the sight of Ezekiel's Bible.
"This book compels you to bow to God."
Satan sneered with disgust.
"You know I have the power to banish you because this Bible, God's word, gives me the power to do so!"
The minister paused and took a deep breath. He stared intently into Satan's eyes. He felt the Devil's darkness and evil watching him, but still, he continued, "In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, I command you to be gone. I command Chuck and the other spirits, in Christ's name, to leave Carlos Gutierrez alone. I command all of you to be gone right now, in the name of Jesus and I sense His presence in this room at this very moment. You have to go now!"
The clergyman placed his Bible back on the floor and through Carlos's eyes, recognized that the spirits were losing their unholy powers, revealing themselves for the true cowards they were.
"By the authority of God's word," Ezekiel continued, "I command you to be gone!"
Carlos's body began to jerk and quiver, and the spirit caused him to try to push himself away from the table, but the man of God quickly reached over and grabbed both of Carlos's wrists. Carlos pulled and tugged violently, trying desperately to break free from Ezekiel Stone's grip, but to no avail.
"We'll be good," a spirit promised in a pleading, child-like voice when it realized it wasn't going to get away from the preacher.
"You're leaving Carlos, and you're leaving now!"
Carlos's body continued jerking and shaking back and forth, but the minister held on, and then Carlos's form shifted again. He stopped moving and stared at the minister's hands wrapped around his wrists. This new spirit looked Pastor Stone in the eyes with an evil smirk.
"I made it just in the nick of time, man," said the pompadoured, black-jacketed entity that Carlos had morphed into. "You don't scare me none, preacher!"
"You don't scare me, either," Ezekiel responded with a cool, firm voice.
"I'll freak you out, eventually!" The entity shouted at the top of Carlos's lungs.
"No, you won't!" Ezekiel yelled back. "You're leaving, too!"
The minister tightened his grip on Carlos's wrists and began praying aloud for the Lord, Jesus Christ, to loosen Carlos Gutierrez from these spirits, and as he did, Carlos's body stiffened. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he sat erect in the chair until suddenly man and entity flew backward into the air, breaking free from Ezekiel Stone's grasp.
Carlos's body, still retaining the form of the dangerous pompadoured youth, slammed into the floor, about five feet from the table. He lay face up, his eyes fixed in a cold gaze.
"Yea!" The minister yelled as he stood and walked over to Carlos. "Leave him in the name of Jesus!" The minister yelled again.
"SCREW YOU!" the spirit screamed out the words. "SCREW EVERYBODY! Carlos is one of us! We don't need him, but we need his bod!"
"You can't have it," the minister exclaimed calmly with a defiant tone. "I'm going to bind you and the other spirits in the name of Jesus, tonight!"
"How the hell are you gonna bind me?" the entity yelled out as a chorus of multi-toned voices chanted inside of Carlos.
"Because God is inside of me!"
"What the hell do ya think you got to bind me with? The Master's comin' back. He's comin' back now!"
"Let him come back!" Pastor Stone dared the entity as the room began filling with an intense, sickening smell.
"He's comin' down stronger than last time, and I'll tell ya what! There ain't a damn 'Holy Man' ever gonna come in here and try to run us off again, 'cause there's thousands of us here. We've been here for years."
"I don't care! You're leaving! Do you understand that?"
"I don't gotta go nowhere! This body is mine!"
An empty wheelbarrow sat beside him. He grabbed the handles and violently flipped it over, slamming it down, then jumped on it on all fours and started to growl viciously like a wild animal. His facial expressions began contorting and the light bulb in the room began to flicker. Carlos's pulse began dropping, but his heart raced to full speed. His breathing became labored and his body convulsed with waves of wrenching shudders.
A single ray of bright light appeared between the minister and Carlos as if it was some kind of supernatural barrier put there to keep the clergyman away from the spirits.
"Depart, you spirits, and go to the world where you belong!" Pastor Stone screamed as he quickly bent down and wrestled Carlos to the floor. He held his right hand on top of Carlos's head and began praying aloud, his voice now rising up and down in a series of shouts.
The pounding became worse, then growling and gasping sounds escaped from Carlos's body, and even the walls in the room began shaking violently.
"It's time for you all to leave!" the minister shouted the command. "In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, and on the authority of God's word, I command every demon and spirit to leave, and I command Carlos Gutierrez to take control of his own body."
The fire and brimstone preacher was filled with it now! The power of the Holy Ghost was surging through his whole body in waves of electric energy. He was winning the battle. God's power was there, inside the man of the cloth, radiating from his face. A golden haze seemed to circle the minister and as he stared into Carlos's eyes, he watched the man's pupils turn color and dilate over and over. The demons and spirits were leaving, one after another. A foul smell, a stench that could only have come from Hell, escaped out of Carlos's mouth, and his tongue wagged back and forth until another voice began speaking.
"They've all split, man, but I'm still kickin' it!" the spirit said in a low, threatening tone.
"Who are you?"
"You're chattin' up Vince, dig?" the spirit replied with wry amusement. "I just recalled where I stashed that chick Jacqueline's body, man. She's in one of those tunnels, you dig? Yeah, man, there's this hatchway that those dimwit Buck's guys never stumbled upon at The Pit, tucked away in a spot they never even glanced at. Head down that way, take a left, then two rights, and you'll find her. And hey, I've offed like 50 people, even some little kids, tossed 'em down into the pit for ol' Satan to enjoy. You know how it is, guys like us, we go for the pregnant chicks. They're easy pickings, ya know?"
The Reverend didn't know what the spirit was talking about. He figured it was trying to change the subject to stop the minister from casting it out of Carlos's body.
In response, Pastor Stone tightened his hold on Carlos with tremendous force, and again began praying out loud. The spirit groaned, croaked and cried out for the minister to stop, but there was no holding him back.
The power of God was beaming from the cleric, and he was determined to put an end to this once and for all.
The pastor shouted out one prayer after another, commanding the spirits to flee from Carlos Gutierrez and the resort. The words flowed from the preacher like a river. Carlos's body weakened, then suddenly went limp as one long gasp escaped his lips and he dropped into the minister's arms like a mere rag doll. For several long seconds, the room was silent.
"Open your eyes, Carlos," the clergyman finally commanded. "Take control of your body. It's over. They're gone!"
Carlos's body shook slightly, then he slowly opened his eyes and rose up, sitting next to Ezekiel.
"Are you okay?" the preacher asked.
"I guess so," Carlos was confused and looked lost. "What happened?"
"It's over, Carlos. You're free, but I have to warn you of something. When a spirit, or spirits, are cast out, they search the world over, looking for a new home, but, if they can't find one, they return to their old house, and, if that house isn't clean and filled with another spirit, they'll return with seven more, and that person is much worse off than before. You must start going to church. You have to fill yourself with the Lord Jesus, and most of all, you can never entertain these spirits again. If you ever feel their presence, you have to pray for the Lord to wash and cleanse you. You have to resist them! Do you understand that?"
"Yes," Carlos said, breathing a deep sigh and looking around the room.
"Jesus," a voice whispered out. "Is it over?"
Both Carlos and Pastor Stone turned and looked at the door. It was Mikal who asked the question. He had a look of sheer terror and disbelief on his face. "If I hadn't seen and heard some of what just happened, I'd never have believed it!" Watts said, shaking his head in awe.
"It's over," the minister said with a smile. "I warned you it wasn't going to be like some Hollywood movie. What you just saw was the real thing, the power of God winning over the forces of evil."
Ezekiel helped Carlos to his feet and led the weary man over to the table. They sat down, this time beside each other. The minister led Carlos in prayer while Mikal quickly gathered up his video equipment, still in awe at what he had just witnessed.
Completing the sinner's prayer, the minister told Carlos to go up to his apartment and get some rest. He handed him one of his church business cards and told him to call him anytime if he needed to. He shook Carlos's hand, and then patted him on the shoulder.
"It's over," he said with a warm smile. "We're going to leave now, but once again, you must remember never to invite these spirits back. You must never allow yourself to entertain them again! Not even the friendly ones. If you invite one, you invite them all to return! Always keep that thought in the back of your mind!"
Carlos thanked both Pastor Stone and Mikal Watts. He told them he felt a great burden had been lifted off of him. It was as if he was a new man. He wasn't scared anymore. He walked them to the front of the building, but before bidding them goodbye, he grabbed Pastor Stone and hugged him tightly, a single tear sliding down the left side of his face, and falling to the floor. The minister hugged him back and told him to seek out God. Carlos nodded. The minister and Watts walked to their car and headed back to Mikal's office. Carlos locked the front door and walked back into the main ballroom when a sudden thought seized his brain.
"The bottomless pit! What if it's not sealed?
Carlos dashed frantically backstage, his heart pounding with every step as he reached for the hatchway. He swung it open and descended the ladder with haste, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. Through the dimly lit tunnels, he sprinted, his footsteps echoing against the walls as he navigated the maze-like passages. With each turn, he pushed himself forward, driven by urgency and fear. Finally, he reached the alcove where the lip of the notorious bottomless pit awaited.
He hurried over to it and gasped for breath when he saw that the pit was sealed again. It was over. The evil was gone, and suddenly he became aware of something else....so were his hemorrhoids. His body had healed itself when the minister cast out the spirits. He could get on with his life now, and not have to worry about ghosts and demons anymore.
With a grin on his face, he headed upstairs to his apartment to get some rest, but first, he was going to call Wilma to tell her the good news.
Stopping at the bar, he grasped the receiver in his left hand and dialed with his right. He couldn't help but feel a little sadness over the loss of Adelaide and Sunflower, knowing that they, too, had gone on to the realm of the spirit world.
"Damn!" he whispered, forgetting Reverend Stone's warning, and not realizing he was saying, "I wish they'd come back!"
"Hello?" Wilma said to a faint 'click' and a low hum on the open phone line.
"Is anyone there?" Carlos asked then hung up the phone when he too heard nothing but an open line. Sighing deeply Carlos told himself his body needed rest. He would call the Cassidy's later. He headed upstairs to try and get some sleep and hope that this madness was finally over this time.256Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJITPR2xUBs
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(NOTE! Regrettably, Carlos Gutierrez's wish has been granted. Current evidence demonstrates that the demons and spirits have indeed returned. Whispering echoes of long-forgotten conversations reverberate through the halls, despite the absence of any living soul nearby, and objects mysteriously levitate and arrange themselves in intricate patterns, guided by an unseen force that defies rational explanation. Balloons and streamers dance and twirl in the air as if animated by unseen hands and to top it all, one patron, who made fun of everyone confirming the ghostly attacks, was found unconscious in the men's room. When paramedics, called to the resort, revived him he identified the ghost of Vince Di Stasio as attacking him in the men's room. This particular man confronted Buck in Harris County TX. Court and demanded Buck hire someone to run off the unclean spirits that walk the halls of this place. The Judge ruled that Buck Cassidy has no control over ghosts and dismissed the case. Shortly after the trial Buck Cassidy, on the advice of his lawyer, had a sign placed at the front door of the establishment. The sign remains there to this day. It reads:256Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3aLA3kVWl7
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