Demons- soldiers in Satan's army. They infect our souls and
infest our buildings, and contrary to popular belief, they can
hurt you. They can even kill you. In some cases they can make you
kill. With Demons you just never know.
Priests and Holy men have for centuries attempted to rid our
world of these evil entities. Unfortunately they were met with
very little success. Demons are stronger than man. Exorcisms do
not guarantee success.
So, in 1946 the United States government brought together a group
of Demonologists, Psychics, and masters of the Occult in a secret
meeting called The Conference of Paranormal Solutions. The
outcome of the conference was the forming of the group called the
Paranormal Activity Investigation (PAI).
I had always been extremely interested in all things
supernatural. Since I was a young girl my grandmother would tell
my brother and I about séances her mother would hold and Quiji
boards that she used to play with when she was a girl. She said
that her and her mother contacted many spirits. The stories used
to scare us out of our wits, but at the same time we both held a
sick curiosity for them. We loved fear. It was like our drug.
When I turned 16, my grandmother died. I was the last to go in
and visit her on her deathbed. She handed me a piece of college
ruled notebook paper folded into a square. I tucked it into my
back pocket. Her last words to me were "It's time." Needless to
say I was perplexed. I couldn't wait to get home and open up the
When I got home, I ran up to the bathroom so that nobody would
disturb me while I was reading the note. I opened the note up
slowly. Tears were running down my face. I loved my Grandma and
already missed her. I wondered if it was a goodbye note. I sat
there, half opened paper in my hands, prepping myself for the
impending waterworks. I opened it up. A phone number: 555-7776.
And under the phone number, there was about a paragraph of text
I love you. Know that I will always be with you no matter where
you are. I am watching you.
Waterworks were on full blast about now.
The message continued:
But I need you to do something for me. I'm sure you've noticed
the phone number at the top of this page. I need you to call this
number and tell whoever answers your name and that I sent you.
Use my full name: Virginia Paige Belmont. Your brother received a
note similar to this, he too knows of your letter.
Wow. I had never known Grandma's name was Virginia until I read
that letter. I thought it was just Paige.
The messaged closed with Love, Grandma Belmont. P.S. Don't tell
anybody about this letter. Not even your parents, only your
brother and you can know.
I dried my eyes, trying to comprehend what had just happened. I
exited the bathroom and knocked on my brother's door. He opens
"You got one too?" He asked
"Yes." I said, "Danny? What do you think this means?"
"I dunno but I'm about to call the number." Danny says, "Are
I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered, "Yeah."
He took out his cell phone and began dialing, "Might as well do
I took out my cell phone, looked at the number and dialed. The
phone rang for a while until finally a man with a raspy voice
"Who is this and who sent you?"
"My name is Monica Virginia Belmont." My voice quaked, "My
grandmother, Virginia Paige Belmont sent me."
After about a minute of waiting for a response, the raspy voice
"Welcome, Monica, to the Paranormal Activity Investigation Junior
My eyes grew large and my mouth wide.