Carrie Ran

Carrie Ran

Carrie was running. She could hear it gliding along is if it was walking on air. She could hear its rattling breath as it inhaled again, and the warm night air suddenly got colder.

She was Carrie McDade and she was ten, she had been having these sort of dreams for a while now, a month in fact. The dreams were always about the same thing. She was in the woods outside of the town and she was running from something in a cloak. It would chase Carrie around the woods for what seemed like ages, round and around. The thing would inhale like a vacuum and the air would suddenly go cold. Carrie would feel weak, she would stumble and fall then the thing would swoop down on her, pull down its hood and...

ARRGGGHHHH!!

The hall light switched on.

"What is it darling?" asked Mrs McDade.

"Mum I have something to tell you, it's about..."

"What the heck is all this noise about? I'm up at six this morning; and I've only had three hours sleep!"

"Carrie had a bad dream, Andrew."

"At ten years of age?"

"Yes, Andrew, now go back to bed."

Mr McDade slouched off to bed.

Mrs McDade stayed with Carrie until she went back to sleep.

Since it was the holidays, Carrie woke at 8:30 a.m., got washed, dressed and went down to breakfast.

Mrs McDade was in the kitchen frying eggs, bacon and potato scones and humming merrily when Carrie sat down and said.

"Mum, we need to talk about my nightmares."

Mrs McDade sat down at the table.

So Carrie told her mum about the month before, that her and her two friends were playing at the funfair when they came across a fortune tellers' caravan and decided to go in. Carries' friend Mel was having her fortune told when Carrie, who was bored leaned on a shelf that had a blue crystal in a case on it. Carries' elbow slipped and the glass case was knocked over and the crystal smashed. The gypsy leapt up from her chair and advanced on Carrie.

"You have smashed my magic crystal, my key to the other world! Without it, I cannot communicate with the great seers of the past to learn their secrets!"She cried.

"May the Curse of the Bogies be upon you and may you never rest in peace!"

And with that she shooed them out of her caravan and bolted the door.

"Ever since then I haven't had a peaceful night's sleep, I keep on having the same bad dreams over and over again!"

Carrie cried into her mothers' arms and asked what she could do to get rid of the curse. Mrs McDades' face lit up and she grabbed the paper from the counter, flicked through a couple of pages and showed Carrie the advert.

Mrs McDade dialled the number while Carrie waited anxiously at the table.

"Michael Tate, Exorcist speaking."

"Hello I am Maude McDade and I would like you to come over to see my daughter, we will explain when you arrive. I live at 592 Dryborough Crescent."

Michael came over and Mrs McDade explained everything.

"Ah yes the Curse of the Bogies! Very tricky at the best of times but I'm sure that we can get rid of it."

Michael closed the curtains so that they were in complete darkness then took some candles from his bag and lit them and placed them around him and Carrie. He lifted an enormous book from his bag and chanted from it.

"COMMONSTRO!"

The candles flickered and went out.

Carrie gave a shudder and her mouth opened. Big black pellets shot out of it and landed in a pile in front of her. They all watched as the pile formed a tall figure in a long black cloak.

Carrie screamed

"It's The thing from my dreams!"

The thing turned to Carrie and lowered its hood. Carrie was petrified.

It swooped down on her and clamped its jaws over her mouth and a horrible swirling noise started.

Michael bellowed another spell and the noise stopped. The thing turned to Michael, made a gasping sound and exploded. Carrie woke up and ran to her mother as Michael sighed and said. "It's over."

Michael explained that the Demon worked by sucking the souls from people and returning that power to the crystal, therefore fixing it. The only thing was that it killed the person from where that power came. The spell that he chanted blocked the spirits' throat, stopping it from sucking power and therefore destroying it.

That night, Carrie dreamed that she was dancing in a meadow full of beautiful flowers and Butterflies. But, what was that behind that tree? It was a man in a mask, with a knife!

He ran at Carrie.

And Carrie ran.

Again.

Michael Tate

Exorcist

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