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  When Ma­ria was ne­arly ni­ne, she and her fa­mily mo­ved to anot­her ho­use in the sa­me town. She was very cu­te, a bit chubby, was light-skin­ned and had auburn ha­ir. Wit­hin a short ti­me she be­gan to chan­ge dras­ti­cal­ly. Her eyes, which had be­en bright and spark­ling, be­ca­me dull and sun­ken. Her ha­ir tur­ned dark and her skin be­ca­me sal­low. She lost a gre­at de­al of we­ight. Her fa­mily be­ca­me ter­ri­fi­ed, doc­tors co­uld not exp­la­in it. Her mot­her bo­ught a skin ble­ac­hing cre­am to try to ligh­ten her skin. It se­emed to be a to­tal physi­cal chan­ge, al­most as if she chan­ged in­to so­me­one el­se!

  At abo­ut the sa­me ti­me Ma­ria's unc­le Pe­ter ca­me to the Uni­ted Sta­tes from Si­cily and mo­ved right in with the fa­mily. He be­ca­me very fond of Ma­ria and in­sis­ted on cal­ling her "Ro­se" be­ca­use that was his mot­her's na­me.

  One day, Ma­ria and so­me of her fri­ends we­re out pla­ying when it be­gan to ra­in. Ma­ria was qu­ite wet by the ti­me she got ho­me, so she went di­rectly to her ro­om to chan­ge. Just as she had ta­ken her wet clot­hes off, Pe­ter wal­ked in the ro­om. He. wal­ked over to her, put his arms aro­und her and co­ve­red her with kis­ses. Pe­ter tri­ed, from then on, to get clo­se to her and be alo­ne with her whe­ne­ver he co­uld. Many ti­mes she had to tell him that if he did not le­ave her alo­ne she wo­uld tell her mot­her.

  The ol­der she be­ca­me, the mo­re tightly cont­rol­led her li­fe be­ca­me. She wasn't even al­lo­wed to go out with her girl fri­ends for fe­ar that she wo­uld me­et anot­her man. Pe­ter was tre­men­do­usly je­alo­us. Ma­ria was not al­lo­wed to go anyw­he­re un­less it was with him or her mot­her. Ma­ria's mot­her wo­uld be­at her with a strap if she even sa­id "hel­lo" to anot­her boy.

  In or­der to help sup­port the fa­mily, when Ma­ria be­ca­me eigh­te­en she was al­lo­wed to work. She fo­und a job as a sa­les clerk in a sto­re. One of the ot­her sa­les clerks that wor­ked with her felt sorry for her and int­ro­du­ced her to a ma­le cus­to­mer. Ma­ria and her new fri­end knew that if her mot­her fo­und out, they wo­uld both be in tro­ub­le. He se­emed so ni­ce and the only ti­mes they co­uld see each ot­her was at lunch, so Ma­ria co­uld see no harm in ha­ving lunch with him.

  A few days la­ter her new fri­end, who­se na­me was Roy, as­ked her to go out with him that night. In or­der to get her mot­her's per­mis­si­on, the ot­her sa­les girl told her that she ne­eded Ma­ria's help at her ho­me that night. Re­luc­tantly, Ma­ria was al­lo­wed to go.

  Maria re­al­ly enj­oyed her­self that night. They had all sat aro­und and tal­ked, but she re­al­ly felt free. When she saw that it was al­most ten o'clock, she be­gan to get ner­vo­us and as­ked Roy to ta­ke her ho­me. He dro­ve her the­re but when they got ne­ar the ho­use, they saw Pe­ter and her fat­her stan­ding the­re, un­der a stre­et light, wa­iting for her. Roy dro­ve pa si the ho­use, Ma­ria qu­ickly got out, ran up the dri­ve­way and clim­bed the out­si­de sta­irs to the se­cond flo­or. The­re, on the lan­ding, sto­od Ma­ria's mot­her with a bas­ket of fi­re­wo­od which she pro­ce­eded to throw at Ma­ria, pi­ece by pi­ece.

  Maria was too bru­ised to go to work the next day. When Roy le­ar­ned this, he went to her brot­her's ho­use and as­ked him to ar­ran­ge a me­eting with her fa­mily. Re­luc­tantly, they met with Roy and, oddly eno­ugh, they li­ked him. They even en­co­ura­ged her to go out on da­tes with him. As a mat­ter of fact, Pe­ter even ad­vi­sed her to marry Roy.

  Ed and Lor­ra­ine we­re puz­zled by this. Co­uld it be that Pe­ter was cla­ir­vo­yant and knew that they wo­uld ne­ver be happy to­get­her? Furt­her in­ves­ti­ga­ti­on re­ve­aled much in­for­ma­ti­on abo­ut Pe­ter.

  Peter was so­mew­hat well-known as a he­aler. He wo­uld ta­ke tho­se who we­re ill or who had bro­ken bo­nes ups­ta­irs to the at­tic, whe­re he wo­uld per­form va­ri­o­us ri­tu­als over them. When they left, the­ir ills wo­uld be he­aled. He spent many nights re­ading, in­to the early mor­ning ho­urs, from a bo­ok that he wo­uld show to no one. On the days af­ter he had per­for­med his ri­tu­als, the­re we­re al­ways tra­ces of blo­od to be fo­und on the flo­or. Tho­se are not the ways of a true he­aler, they are the ways of a sa­ta­nist!

  Arrangements we­re ma­de by the fa­mily for Ma­ria to marry Roy. She didn't re­al­ly want to marry him, not now at le­ast. In­vi­ta­ti­ons had al­re­ady be­en sent out and her mot­her sa­id that she wo­uld disg­ra­ce the fa­mily if she didn't marry him. She fi­nal­ly ag­re­ed.

  Maria and Roy had be­en mar­ri­ed for abo­ut three ye­ars when Pe­ter de­ci­ded to re­turn to his wi­fe in Si­cily. Not too long af­ter his re­turn, he di­ed. Ma­ria, alt­ho­ugh not what wo­uld be con­si­de­red hap­pily mar­ri­ed, was no­net­he­less hap­pi­er than she had be­en be­fo­re her mar­ri­age. Even that was to chan­ge. Af­ter Pe­ter's de­ath, Ma­ria's tro­ub­les re­al­ly be­gan!

  Roy bo­ught Ma­ria a ou­i­ja bo­ard. She tho­ught that by using it she co­uld find so­me of the ans­wers to the fa­mily prob­lems that we­re pla­gu­ing her. They pla­yed with it to­get­her at first, but so­on the bo­ard de­man­ded to talk with Ma­ria alo­ne. At first she "tal­ked" with the bo­ard only in the eve­ning. So­on she spent mo­re and mo­re of her ti­me with the bo­ard un­til it be­ca­me an ob­ses­si­on with her. Her tro­ub­les se­emed to mul­tiply with her inc­re­ased use of the bo­ard.

  One of the prob­lems which promp­ted Ma­ria to buy the bo­ard was her mot­her's fa­iling he­alth. She so­on dis­co­ve­red that her sis­ter-in-law, who had ne­ver li­ked Ma­ria's mot­her ga­ve her what she cal­led an amu­let' to we­ar over her he­art for go­od luck. One day when she was very sick, she sho­wed it to Ma­ria and as­ked her if it co­uld ha­ve anyt­hing to do with her sick­ness. Ma­ria to­ok the cloth bag from aro­und her neck and rip­ped it open. The­re, in­si­de pac­ked in saw­dust we­re thir­te­en rus­ted cof­fin na­ils. The da­ma­ge was do­ne, ho­we­ver. Not long af­ter­wards Ma­ria's mot­her di­ed of an en­lar­ged he­art.

  Maria's use of the ou­i­ja bo­ard be­ca­me mo­re in­ten­se and a so­mew­hat ma­cab­re lo­ve af­fa­ir blos­so­med. The bo­ard told her that it lo­ved her! It desc­ri­bed it­self as a man, forty-fi­ve ye­ars old with light eyes, skin and ha­ir and had grown up in Ro­me and had known Ma­ria in a pre­vi­o­us li­fe. (How stran­ge, his desc­rip­ti­on so clo­sely re­semb­led Pe­ter.)

  Maria as­ked him if he was a God-lo­ving man. He ans­we­red in the af­fir­ma­ti­ve and re­ci­ted pas­sa­ges from the Bib­le, as if to pro­ve it to her. He even cal­led her Ro­se which was Pe­ter's nick­na­me for her.

  The mo­re that Ma­ria used the ou­i­ja bo­ard, the mo­re stran­ge things hap­pe­ned thro­ug­ho­ut the ho­use. They he­ard fo­ots­teps in empty ro­oms and on the sta­irs. Do­ors and win­dows ope­ned and clo­sed by them­sel­ves. The­re al­ways se­emed to he so­me­one el­se in the ro­om.

  The ou­i­ja still in­sis­ted that it lo­ved Ma­ria and wo­uld ask her to kiss the bo­ard each night be­fo­re she went to bed. When Roy felt in an amo­ro­us mo­od and ma­de hus­bandly ad­van­ces to­ward her, a lo­ud slap wo­uld be he­ard and his he­ad wo­uld be jar­red to one si­de. The in­vi­sib­le en­tity was ext­re­mely je­alo­us of Ma­ria. If she let her tho­ughts wan­der to ot­her men, she wo­uld fe­el the slap!

  Maria so­on fell in lo­ve with the en­tity that ca­me thro­ugh the ou­i­ja, she had to "talk" with it as of­ten as pos­sib­le. Many nights she woHld be awa­ke­ned to the soft whis­pe­ring of a vo­ice cal­ling, "Ma­ria, Ma­ria," or so­me­ti­mes, "Ro­se, Ro­se." The bo­ard was cal­ling her to talk with it.

  As ti­me pas­sed Ma­ria be­gan to worry abo­ut her lo­ve af­fa­ir with the bo­ard. She even be­gan to do­ubt the va­li­dity of the en­tity. She tur­ned to the Bib­l
e and pra­yed as of­ten as she co­uld.

  One night whi­le re­ading from the Bib­le, she felt the fa­mi­li­ar ur­ge to ma­ke lo­ve to the ou­i­ja. She tri­ed to for­ce the de­si­re from her mind. She ple­aded to be left alo­ne. The bo­ard wo­uld not lis­ten. Ma­ria fi­nal­ly ga­ve in. The planc­het­te be­gan mo­ving wildly, it told of the en­tity's pre­vi­o­us li­fe. It pro­mi­sed to co­me back in a new body, me­et Ma­ria and marry her. It spo­ke of Ma­ria's mot­her be­ing the­re with her re­la­ti­ves and how happy they are.

  Maria was still angry with the bo­ard for in­ter­rup­ting her re­ading of the Bib­le. She told the en­tity that she didn't think that he was a "so­ul of God". He be­ca­me angry with her. He told her that her mot­her was angry al­so. He told her that she had spo­iled it for him, the mas­ter was angry with him and wo­uld not let him re­turn aga­in to talk with her. No so­oner had the ou­i­ja bo­ard "spo­ken" tho­se words when the ro­om be­ca­me sa­tu­ra­ted with the smell of hu­man exc­re­ment. De­odo­rants and co­log­ne had no af­fect on the odor. Fi­nal­ly it fa­ded away.

  For the first ti­me Ma­ria re­ali­zed the evil that the bo­ard had pro­du­ced. She to­ok it to the back­yard and po­ured ga­so­li­ne on it in an at­tempt to bum it, but it wo­uld not burn. Ma­ria be­ca­me hyste­ri­cal, she smas­hed the bo­ard aga­inst the sto­ne­wall in her yard. When it was splin­te­red, she po­ured ga­so­li­ne on it a^ga­in, this ti­me it be­ca­me en­gul­fed in fla­mes. As it bur­ned, Ma­ria felt as if her who­le body we­re on fi­re. For three days and three nights, she felt as if she we­re stan­ding in the oven of Hell. Her skin tur­ned bril­li­ant red. She wan­ted so des­pe­ra­tely to pray for help, but every­ti­me she tri­ed to pray, her body wo­uld be­co­me pa­raly­zed. Her skin be­gan to tigh­ten over her body. The ve­ins in her body be­ca­me vi­sib­le, they al­most burst thro­ugh her skin. She was in exc­ru­ci­ating pa­in. She beg­ged for re­li­ef, but no mor­tal co­uld help her.

  After tho­se three days and three nights of hor­ror Ma­ria be­gan to be vi­si­ted by anot­her en­tity. This ti­me it was a wo­man who had an inc­re­dibly evil chuck­le. One night she saw the wo­man.

  Her nep­hew Bri­an, was on le­ave from the Navy and cho­se to vi­sit Ma­ria. One night both he and Ma­ria's da­ugh­ter went out on se­pa­ra­te da­tes. Ma­ria al­ways left the hall light on, the last one in wo­uld shut it off. This way Ma­ria co­uld tell at a glan­ce if all we­re sa­fely ho­me. On this par­ti­cu­lar night, she he­ard the key in the lock sig­nif­ying that one of the child­ren was re­tur­ning. She he­ard the do­or open and shut and he­ard the fo­ots­teps on the sta­irs. The­re, on the sta­irs, she saw a girl with short brown curly ha­ir co­ming to­ward her. This girl was not her da­ugh­ter. As Ma­ria watc­hed, the girl just se­emed to di­sap­pe­ar!

  A few mi­nu­tes la­ter Bri­an ar­ri­ved ho­me. Ma­ria de­ci­ded to check to see if she co­uld ha­ve be­en mis­ta­ken. Her da­ugh­ter was not in her ro­om. She knoc­ked on Bri­an's do­or, then en­te­red. Her da­ughf ter was not in Bri­an's ro­om eit­her. A few mi­nu­tes af­ter Ma­ria had re­tur­ned to bed she he­ard knoc­king on the kitc­hen do­or. Upon in­ves­ti­ga­ti­on she fo­und that her da­ugh­ter was just re­tur­ning from her da­te and had for­got­ten her key.

  Maria felt that the­re we­re now two en­ti­ti­es ha­un­ting her. She de­ci­ded to se­ek help from her church. She exp­la­ined her prob­lem to her pri­est and as­ked him to bless her ho­use. His bles­sing had no af­fect on the en­ti­ti­es. In fact, each ti­me she so­ught help, the fre­qu­ency of the at­tacks on her se­emed to inc­re­ase.

  A fri­end of Ma­ria's told her of Ed and Lor­ra­ine's abi­lity to help and beg­ged her to go and see them. Af­ter le­ar­ning all the facts in the ca­se Ed and Lor­ra­ine de­ci­ded to con­sult a de­ep-tran­ce me­di­um in the ho­pes of le­ar­ning the sec­rets of the ot­her world ha­ras­sing Ma­ria. The me­di­um had ne­ver met her.

  An in­for­mal circ­le was for­med in the li­ving ro­om of Ma­ria's ho­use. The me­di­um as­ked her for an obj­ect that re­la­ted to the ha­un­tings. By the use of psycho­metry she co­uld pick up vib­ra­ti­ons and ma­ke con­tact. Ma­ria ga­ve her a let­ter that she had re­ce­ived from Pe­ter thro­ugh auto­ma­tic wri­ting. The me­di­um withd­rew in­to her tran­ce, hol­ding the let­ter in her hands. The ent­ran­ced me­di­um spo­ke, this ti­me in a de­ep mas­cu­li­ne vo­ice:

  "1 want to cry. Lord, I want to cry li­ke I've ne­ver cri­ed in my li­fe be­fo­re. If I co­uld ta­ke this let­ter I wo­uld crush it be­ca­use it is my who­le li­fe. I ha­ve po­ured in­to the­se li­nes not only my words but my who­le so­ul, all that I am. Everyt­hing that I co­uld pos­sibly be is in the­re. I am not evil. Do you un­ders­tand? I am me!"

  Ed War­ren in­ter­rup­ted the vo­ice that se­emed to be Pe­ter and as­ked if he prac­ti­ced witchc­raft in li­fe.

  "No, that is not the word we use. When I was ali­ve, I be­ca­me awa­re of a cer­ta­in po­wer that I had. I knew that it didn't co­me from God. The­re­fo­re, I at­tri­bu­ted it to he who is the brot­her of dark­ness. Be­ca­use 1 wan­ted to cont­rol Ma­ria so much, I beg­ged and ent­re­ated and used that po­wer. 1 did not re­ali­ze that it car­ri­es over af­ter de­ath!"

  Maria then as­ked whe­re the blo­od that was fo­und on the at­tic flo­or ca­me from. Be­fo­re Pe­ter's vo­ice co­uld ans­wer anot­her vo­ice, this one slow and gut­te­ral tri­ed to for­ce its vo­ice thro­ugh the ent­ran­ced me­di­um. Then Pe­ter's vo­ice:

  "Haven't I bet­ra­yed eno­ugh myste­ri­es to you? Aren't you re­pul­sed eno­ugh? Do you ha­ve to know mo­re?"

  Maria sa­id that she had to know everyt­hing. How and whe­re he di­ed. She sa­id that if he sin­ce­rely wan­ted to help her, he wo­uld tell all.

  A long pe­ri­od of si­len­ce fol­lo­wed. It was evi­dent that the­re was mo­re than one en­tity trying to use the me­di­um. She was in de­ep con­cent­ra­ti­on, her eyes we­re comp­le­tely clo­sed, her he­ad was bo­wed. Then a new vo­ice ca­me:

  "I wo­uld li­ke to help you, Ma­ria."

  Ed War­ren pic­ked up the con­ver­sa­ti­on with this new en­tity. "Who are you?"

  "Diablo."

  "What are you do­ing he­re to­night?"

  "You cal­led me!"

  "There are many de­vils, what is yo­ur re­al na­me?"

  "Satan!"

  "Are you among tho­se who at­tack this wo­man?"

  "No."

  "Then why are you he­re to­night?"

  "It's an open in­vi­ta­ti­on. An­yo­ne can co­me."

  "What is the re­al re­ason? Do you ha­ve so­met­hing to say?"

  "I ca­re. I want very much to help. I am so sad. I ha­ve be­en sad for a long ti­me. I don't want to do this any mo­re! I dont want to be he­re any mo­re! God, I ask you to re­li­eve me… re­li­eve me!"

  "Do you be­li­eve in God?"

  "Yes."

  "You can­not call upon him?"

  "Is the­re a way?"

  Then the so­und of mumb­ling, as if all was not well on the en­ti­ti­es le­vel. Then anot­her vo­ice was he­ard.

  "Get out of he­re, we don't want you he­re."

  At this po­int Ed crept up be­hind the me­di­um and withd­rew a cross from his poc­ket. He held it an inch from her neck. The vo­ice cri­ed out:

  "What are you do­ing? No, don't do that! Get out! No! Get out!" Then the vo­ice ple­aded, "Don't do that! Ta­ke it away! Ple­ase, ta­ke it away!"

  Peter's vo­ice co­uld be he­ard on­ce mo­re. Ed as­ked him:

  "Are you the­re, Pe­ter?"

  "Yes, but ple­ase help me."

  "We are go­ing to help you and Ma­ria. We will find a way."

  "Thank you. Hurry, be­fo­re they co­me back. I am dam­ned, but I don't want them to hurt an­yo­ne el­se."
/>   "You won't be dam­ned. You must ask God for help first."

  "Oh, God help me!"

  The en­ti­ti­es be­gan at­tac­king Pe­ter aga­in.

  "No! Get away! No! I won't do it aga­in."

  Ed de­man­ded, "Don't gi­ve in to him, Pe­ter."

  "I won't gi­ve in. They won't get me!"

  "I wo­uld li­ke Ma­ria to ask you a qu­es­ti­on. Go ahe­ad, Ma­ria."

  "Why did you do this to me when 1 did you no harm?: Why did you ma­ke me a pri­so­ner and per­se­cu­te my fa­mily and me? Why did you in­vol­ve me li­ke this?"

  "Because you are an open ves­sel. You had no pro­tec­ti­ons abo­ut you. You ha­ve in­vi­ted hards­hip and di­sas­ter. If not from me, then from any ot­her en­tity. I can't exp­la­in it to you. You ha­ve to un­ders­tand how open and vul­ne­rab­le you are."

 

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