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
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 paper.
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 that read:
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 his door.
“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 you?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and answered, “Yeah.”
He took out his cell phone and began dialing, “Might as well do it now.”
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 answered:
“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 spoke again:
“Welcome, Monica, to the Paranormal Activity Investigation Junior Investigator’s Squad”
My eyes grew large and my mouth wide.
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