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just here because I have to
be.”
    John
looked at her in confusion. “What do you mean? You don’t think the exorcisms
are real?”
    “I
don’t believe any of it is real. The religion, the rituals, you name it.”
    “You’re
atheist?”
    Malakha
shook her head. “No. At least I don’t think so. I just don’t believe in this.
I’m not sure what I believe in actually. My parents sent me here, the school I
mean, to figure it out.”
    John
nodded, making a humming sound and then said, “Well maybe this will help.”
    “I
doubt it,” Malakha said skeptically as she watched the man begin flicking drops
of holy water on the girl as he walked around her and began reciting a prayer
or something in Latin. Malakha wasn’t exactly sure what the words were because
the priest was saying them too incoherently for her to hear.
    “What’s
he saying?” she whispered to John.
    John
smiled. “You go to a catholic school and grew up in a catholic home and didn’t
learn to at least recognize Latin?”
    Malakha
scowled. “I know what language it is. I can actually read and speak Latin. My
mother forced me to. But he’s mumbling. I can’t hear what he’s saying.”
    John
smiled and leaned down to say in her ear, “Neither can I.”
    Malakha
sighed, leaned on the wall, and watched as the priest stood right in from of
the girl, beginning to ask her things, still holding the cross in front of his
chest with the bible in the other.
    “Why is
he asking her all these questions?” Malakha asked John.
    “To
bring up the demon inside her,” John said. “Just watch. It gets interesting.”
    Malakha
wasn’t sure about that. To her, it only looked like they were traumatizing the
pour girl. After a few minutes of intense questioning, the girl’s face was
turning red and she was beginning to cry, her words becoming more and more
incoherent.
    “Please.
I don’t want to do this anymore. I didn’t… I’m sorry…”
    Malakha
pressed her lips together, resisting the urge to walk out the room. If guilt
tripping was their idea of an exorcism, they had succeeding in doing what they
came to do. But instead of backing off, as the girl’s cries began to get louder
and her face turned redder, the priest raised his voice, speaking in Latin
again. Malakha yet again couldn’t understand it. Between the priest darn near
shouting and the girl’s almost hysterical cries, they may as well have been
speaking Italian or some other language she couldn’t speak.
    Malakha
rolled her eyes, about to open her mouth to get someone’s attention, having had
about enough of seeing this emotional abuse. Then she felt the chill of a draft
and saw goose bumps on her arms, similar to the way she felt in the music room
earlier in the week. Malakha looked around for a crack or hole in the wall that
might let a draft into the room, but found nothing. Even when she moved to
another spot next to her, the feeling didn’t go away.
    “What?”
Malakha asked herself running her hands over her goose bumps.
    Then
she heard the laugh. It wasn’t a pleasant laugh either. It was deep and
throaty, reminding Malakha of how Bowser laughed in the Super Mario games. She
must be feeling homesick if she was hearing that laugh.
    Malakha
ignored it, looking at the door and wondering if anyone would notice if she
left. As Malakha started inching her way towards the door, she heard the
laughter again. This time, Malakha stopped to pay attention to it, looking
around to see if she could find the source of the laughter.
    “Where
are you?” she asked.
    She
didn’t get an answer and the laughter continued, getting louder in her ears,
making her head begin to hurt as the priest’s voice also rose along with the
screams of the woman.
    “Where
are you?” she asked again. “Why are you laughing?”
    The
laughter continued, but something told Malakha to look at the exorcism again,
to where the woman had fallen out the chair, still screaming hysterically with
her eyes rolled back