by Celestine Trinidad

Father Fernando kept on chanting prayers, ignoring the screams of the demon that possessed the boy.

“You don’t know what this child is!” the demon shrieked. “Without me here to stop him, he’ll—”

“I cast thee out!”

A final scream, and then, silence.

“He’s gone,” Father Fernando said. “Niño is safe, now.”

Three days later, the Santos family was found in their home, all murdered, except for their youngest, Niño, who had gone missing.

That night, during his evening prayers, Father Fernando felt someone watching him. Waiting.
When he turned, Niño grinned at him, moonlight glinting off his knife.

Celestine Trinidad

Celestine Trinidad is a licensed physician (particularly a pathologist) based in the Philippines. In her spare time, she writes fiction of different genres, including speculative fiction. Some of her other stories have been published in other print and online venues, such as The Digest of Philippine Genre Stories and Insignia.
Website: celestinetrinidad.wordpress.com/http://bit.ly/celestinetrinidad