Deal With The Devil - Episode 2
by Candice Carmody
What do you mean something’s taken over my mother’s body?
How is that even possible?
Because I did a terrible thing.
But I did it for you.
What?! What did you do?
You know how your mom got so sick last year?
Yes, but that’s behind us now.
She’s better now.
Right?
No. The truth is she never got better.
What?!
Is that why she’s acting this way now?
Yes.
But she was fine after she got out of the hospital!
At least until recently.
Come to think of it…
She HAS been acting strange these past couple weeks.
But I thought that was just from being sick.
And her grief over Dad dying.
She IS different, Rachel.
And it’s all my fault.
The truth is I couldn’t let her go.
For your sake.
Your dad had just died too.
And I couldn’t have you lose both parents
One after the other.
What are you saying, Gran?!
I don’t understand.
You would have been an orphan, Rachel!!
Try to see where I was coming from.
Your mother was about to die.
The chaplain had administered the last rites.
Why didn’t you tell me she was about to die?
I should have been there!
Because I was NOT going to let her die.
I simply…
Refused
To let…
Her die.
And that was when the devil came to me.
The devil?!!!
He appeared above your mother’s hospital bed.
And he said he would make a deal with me.
What kind of a deal?
You may not know this, Rachel.
But just as a person’s spirit slips away from their body
A blood relative can intercept it in the devil’s presence.
And act on behalf of the person who is about to die.
They can? That seems wrong!!
Everything the devil does is wrong, Rachel.
But sometimes it’s a wrong in the service of a right.
Or what seems like a right at the time.
And so, on behalf of your mother…
I allowed the devil to take control of your mother’s spirit.
So she could stay alive.
WHAT?!
That’s so selfish, Gran!
It was partly for me, yes, I’ll admit it.
But it was mostly for you.
What if your mother had died that day, Rachel?
I don’t know! I guess I might not have survived that…
It was just two months after Dad died in the accident.
You see? It would have been too much for you to handle.
I could have come and lived with you.
Mom and I talked about that.
When we thought she wasn’t going to make it.
Of course I would have taken you in.
But nothing compares to a mother’s love.
That’s what I told the devil that day
When I sold my own daughter’s soul to him.
Gran, I’m scared to ask you this.
But what kind of deal did you make with the devil?
The devil told me he is creating a new army of disciples on earth.
And that they will be all women.
Because women are the strongest human beings.
And they have a kind of power that he needs.
He picked your mother to be one of the first.
Because he could see how special she is.
Oh Gran! Of course I know Mom is special.
But why did the devil think so?
He said she has the heart of a warrior.
And that she was born in the wrong time.
He is going to make sure she has a chance to show her true strength.
Mom IS strong, Gran.
But now that strength will be used toward evil.
Why did you make that deal, Gran?
You should have let Mom die.
Instead you let her spirit get taken over by the devil.
I know. It was a terrible mistake.
I was weak. I’m sorry.
Is there anything we can do now?
I’m scared just thinking about what the devil might do!
Mom wouldn’t want to be used that way.
I’m sure of that.
There IS one thing we can do.
Just one.
Tell me, Gran!
Your mother is still part human.
Every day, the devil sucks a little more humanity out of her spirit.
Tonight, at midnight, the final piece of her humanity will disappear.
The devil will gain full control over her.
Oh my god, Gran. Then what?
Gran??
Gran! Answer me. Please.
That noise you heard tonight was your mother trying to hang on to that small struggling piece of humanity she still has left inside her.
The devil was right.
Your mother is a very strong woman.
And yet, he knows she will be all his tonight.
Unless…
Unless what?
Meet me at the graveyard, Rachel.
At your great-grandmother’s grave.
It’s the only way.
Just then, Rachel hears twigs cracking in the woods.
Then she sees a figure.
It’s her mom.
But it isn’t REALLY her mom.
And she is holding a knife.
Come here, Rachel.
Please come here.
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