The Exorcist Subliminal Novels & Stories

Tonight the words blurred. Was this real, or was my brain fracturing again? The blog readers loved the ambiguity in my stories—the question of whether the horror was supernatural or psychological. Now I was living it. Another ping. I almost didn’t look. But I had to. It wasn’t the blog this time. A new email from an unknown address: shadowwatcher87@protonmail.com. Subject line: “For Stacy’s eyes only.” I opened it with my breath held. *You write so honestly, Stacy. The girl in the stories is you, isn’t she? A scared little bird in a cage she built herself. I’ve been reading since chapter one.

Then, a burst of loud, uncontrollable laughter. Typical Anna. I pull the phone away from my ear as Anna cackles. She doesn’t even attempt to hold it in. I wait. And wait. And wait. When she finally catches a breath, she wheezes, “Oh my God. That’s the best thing I’ve ever heard.” “Glad you’re finding joy in my misery,” I mutter. “You’re telling me,” she manages between chuckles, “that you—Clarice Bell, queen of organization, master of your own fate—just accidentally traded homes with your ex?”

The legend of esoteric exorcism was a method of Mythist transcendence. Westbrook’s exorcism was a coercive method that used the corpse’s lingering attachments from their past lives to manipulate them into leaving. However, esoteric exorcism allowed the souls of the deceased to be transcended, making them willing to accept the future of their fate. These were two different methods, indicative of different levels of attainment. The esoteric exorcism method essentially led the deceased to accept their fate willingly, while the Westbrook exorcism method relied on the deceased’s lingering attachments.

"I killed someone via sex and now I don't know any means of bringing Jonathan back." "Jonathan? Who is—" She sat a shot of rum on her small nightstand. In the center, was an exposed eyeball complete with dangling optic never. In the pupil was the shade of a little man, soul trapped inside an eye, a classic case of demonic exorcism done wrong on the possessed. "Ah...that's Jonathan."

Tyler hesitated for a second then nodded. "Fine," he answered, letting her drag him along. Julie filled two glasses with champagne and felt her heart hammer with anxiety. Julie slid a little pill from her purse into Tyler's glass, glancing slyly over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't watching. The aphrodisiac would ensure that Tyler would be... sexually aroused. With the glasses in hand, Julie moved back to Tyler, a playful smile on her face. “Cheers to a successful night,” she purred, clinking her glass against his before taking a sip.

His tie was loose, his eyes blazing with purpose. “They’re not just breaking systems,” Julian said, slamming down a folder of intercepted reports. “They’re breaking people. Look at this broadcast patterns, hidden frequencies. They’re pushing subliminal messages into the quantum field. Despair, division, fear. They’re softening humanity like meat before the kill. They’re grooming the world for their takeover.” Izzy stared at him, wide-eyed. “Are you saying… they’re attacking consciousness itself?” Dr. Thorne’s hands tightened on his glasses. His voice was grim. “That would explain the psychological breakdowns we’ve seen. If they control thought, they control everything.”

A strange giggle slips from my throat. “Open the door!” I shout again, kicking it this time. I start to scream. “Let me out! You have no idea what you’ve done! He’s coming! The devil is coming for his own. He won’t leave a single one of you standing!” I hear them talking loudly. They say I’m losing my mind. They don’t realize I’ve finally found it. The lock clicks, but it isn’t Mason. My father walks in, followed by a man dressed in heavy black robes, carrying a bowl of stagnant water and a crucifix. The “Exorcist.”

she added and Jenny slumped to the ground and we saw Lisa's shadow as she stood above Jenny. The exorcist began saying things I couldn't understand - Latin I think- as he pointed the cross in Lisa's direction and we saw her shadow on the wall as she moved towards him and he said his words faster. I took discreet steps towards Jenny on the floor and I tried to get her to wake up. After a couple of shakes, rushed words out of the mouth of the exorcist and hopeful prayers in my mind, Jenny finally opened her eyes and she stared at me. “Luna I am so sorry.” She pleaded.

It was an eerie feeling, something he could only compare to ingesting large amounts of LSD, which was a powerful hallucinogenic drug. He knew that the Chief and the Higher Echelons were secretly practicing witchcraft, and were reciting some kind of strange incantation. He glanced at the boy and woman beside him, and they were terrified and freaking out. They were undoubtedly feeling the same way as him and handling it much worse.

He knew that everyone would side with him, and that would shine Alex in a bad light. With Clarence’s words, many in the ward started doubting Alex as well, since his methods were far too unorthodox for any average person to comprehend. He wasn’t acupuncturing nor massaging them, and it did seem as if he was just fooling around. ‘This is clearly molestation!’ However, none of them knew that Alex was actually using the Seven Needles of Exorcism to remove the deadly Chi within them. They would only be saved once this Chi was removed completely.