LINUS-THE SECOND DEMON
….they brought unto him many that were possessed with devils: and he cast out the spirits with his word, and healed all that were sick: St. Matthew, 8;16
Saturday, 13 April 1974, 9:00 a.m. Exorcism Time: 2 hrs., 10 min.
During the break, Father Tyson indicated that he wished to take a more active part in the exorcisms. He had now seen, heard, and felt what he believed to be the presence of a Satanic emissary. Tyson asked Reverend Rogers if he might initiate the next session with a special Catholic prayer. Rogers did not object. The prayer Father Tyson wanted to use was long ago composed by Pope Leo XIII. It was once said after Low Mass in Catholic churches throughout the world.
We all returned to the room. Father Tyson cautiously approached Karen. He placed his left hand on her head, and his right hand held his crucifix. He began: “Saint Michael, the Archangel, defend us in battle; be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the devil. May God rebuke him, we humbly pray; and do thou, O Prince of the heavenly host, by the power of God, thrust into Hell Satan and the other evil spirits who prowl about the world for the ruin of souls. Amen.”
Another unfamiliar voice erupted from little Karen’s barely moving lips. All six feet, two inches of Father Tyson’s two hundred and thirty-seven-pound frame recoiled as if struck! Rogers quickly stepped in front of the girl.
The voice was deep, male, and the tone was whiney. “Karen’s no fun to be with anymore! We don’t like what you are doing to her! Why can’t you leave us be! Why are you so persistent in your provocations? Let us alone!” At that instant a vase mysteriously sailed across the room and landed in Father Tyson’s arms. Guttural laughter came from deep within Karen. The vase began vibrating.
Tyson pushed it away from him and moved back. But the vase, now hovering in mid-air, did not fall to the floor. Defying all natural gravitational laws, it began to spin. It slowly moved in a circular pattern around the room. Then, suddenly the vase sailed toward the opposite wall and was dashed to pieces on impact. More unholy twitters were heard coming from Karen’s mouth.
“Who are you?” asked Rogers.
There was no response.
“Who are you?” he repeated.
“Tell me your name. I would like you to tell me who you are. We would all like to know your name.”
“No!” the voice said with a great deal of emphasis.
“Well, then, how about writing something for me?”
“Write what? What do you want me to write?” replied the spirit. “Be more specific, my friend.”
“Write anything you wish,” said Rogers.
“I will if you’ll promise to leave me alone!” Without further comment the demonic entity proceeded to write: