Malachi had a really biblical family, they regularly go in the church, they prey before they eat.

They never believed in bad spirits, demons or anything negative.

Malachi’s great grandma was possessed though his family never believed it. They just thought she was sick. He k*lled her parents and siblings. They just thought she was depressed, and mentally ill.

About 90 years later, there was now Malachi, he’s 18, and the same things happen to him too. He gets aggressive, is way stronger, his eyes darken, he had bruises everywhere, and the weirdest thing, he doesn’t even know what happens.

No one knew how it happened, or what even happened, they visited church every week, they were so biblical.

They went to a priest to help Malachi. But no use, they didn’t know what happened with him.

Today, Christmas, you came to visit Malachi and his family, they were all sitting at the table, eating. Malachi was quiet, just looking down at his food, he whispered in such a word dark voice, some weird words no one understood.

No one of his family dared to say anything, they were scared, scared that he’ll end up like his great grandma.