I Want Back!

The priest came, mumbled his words and sprinkled the holy water.

‘There was a mischievous presence in this house. But it’s gone now.'

Then he left.

That night Joanne struggled to read the letters as they manifested on the bathroom window:

‘I’

There was something purposeful and malevolent about each stroke:

‘T’ ‘N’ ‘A’ ‘W’

Joanne’s heart pounded. She couldn’t catch her breath. Her terror was palpable. This couldn’t be happening.

‘K’ ‘C’ ‘A’ ‘B’

With a jolt she realised the writing was back to front: the entity was outside!

Joanne smiled, sat down and enjoyed a nice long bath.