Jenny’s Wednesday evening exorcism
Date: 2025-07-02 18:15
(Jenny’s Wednesday evening exorcism)
[Wed Jul 2 2025]
Hawthorne Hill Cemetery/span>/spanafternoon, about 76F(24C) degrees, and there are clear skies. The mist is heaviest At Elm and Lake/span>/spanThe late afternoon sun casts long shadows between the weathered headstones of Hawthorne Hill Cemetery as Jenny makes her way along the gravel path. The air is thick with the scent of wilting marigolds and fresh earth from a recent burial. Near the cemetery’s center, beneath the gnarled maple tree adorned with fluttering silk ribbons, a small figure kneels beside a modest granite marker.
The woman appears to be in her thirties, with disheveled black hair hanging loose around her shoulders and dark circles under her eyes. She wears a wrinkled cardigan and jeans that look slept-in. Her hands move methodically as she arranges white jasmine blossoms around the headstone, but something feels off about her movements – too precise, too calculated for someone in mourning.
As Jenny approaches, the woman’s head snaps up with unnatural quickness. For just a moment, her reflection in the polished granite shows something else entirely – a gaunt figure in tattered robes with a bronze mask for a face. But when Jenny blinks, it’s just an ordinary woman with kind brown eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, though those eyes seem to be studying Jenny with uncomfortable intensity.
“Oh,” the woman says, her voice soft but somehow hollow. “I didn’t hear you coming. Are you here to visit someone?” Her gaze lingers on Jenny’s face, as if searching for something specific. “Loss is such a heavy burden to carry alone, isn’t it?”
The silk ribbons in the maple tree above rustle despite the still air, and the temperature seems to drop several degrees in the woman’s immediate vicinity.
Jenny looks around the cemetery “Guess i’m on my own for abit… might have to do this exorcism the good ol’ fashioned way.” she looks over to someone sniffing the air “What’dya doin’ here?” squinting suspicously
Jenny looks around the cemetery “Guess i’m on my own for abit… might have to do this exorcism the good ol’ fashioned way.” she looks over to the woman sniffing the air “What’dya doin’ here?” squinting suspicously
The woman’s head tilts at an unnatural angle as she studies Jenny’s suspicious expression. A faint smile plays at her lips, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.
“Just tending to my grandmother’s grave,” she says, gesturing to the headstone. The name “Siriporn Thanakit” is carved into the granite, along with dates spanning nearly ninety years. “She passed last month. I come here every day to… remember.”
As she speaks, the jasmine blossoms at her feet begin to wither and blacken at the edges. The woman seems oblivious to this, but her fingers drum against her thigh in a rhythm that doesn’t match any human heartbeat.
“Exorcism?” The word hangs in the air like a challenge. The woman’s voice drops to barely above a whisper. “How interesting. Tell me, Jenny…” She pauses, though Jenny never gave her name. “What makes you think someone here needs saving?”
The temperature continues to drop around them. Other visitors to the cemetery – an elderly man placing flowers three rows over, a young couple walking hand-in-hand near the mausoleums – seem unaware of the supernatural chill. But they’re all moving closer, as if drawn by some invisible force.
Behind the woman’s wire-rimmed glasses, her pupils dilate until they’re almost entirely black. The reflection in the granite headstone flickers again, showing that bronze-masked figure reaching toward Jenny with needle-sharp fingers.
“Grief calls to grief,” the woman murmurs. “And you carry such beautiful sorrow.”
Jenny watches the woman’s eyes go black and lets out a wolfish growl pulling out a hunting knife “Bring it bitch. I’m gonna fuck you up till you don’t wanna be in that skinsuit anymore.”
The moment Jenny draws her knife, the woman’s body convulses violently. Her back arches at an impossible angle, and when she speaks, her voice carries harmonics that shouldn’t come from a human throat.
“Such fire,” the thing wearing Siri’s face hisses, rising to its feet with jerky, puppet-like movements. “But steel cannot cut what lives between worlds, little wolf.”
The air around them shimmers with heat distortion despite the supernatural cold. The other cemetery visitors suddenly stop their activities – the elderly man drops his flowers, the young couple freezes mid-step. Their heads turn in unison toward Jenny and the possessed woman, their eyes reflecting an unnatural light.
“You want to play?” The demon’s laugh bubbles up from Siri’s throat like drowning sounds. “Then let’s see how you handle real grief.”
The granite headstone behind her begins to crack, spider-webbing outward from where her shadow falls across it. The withered jasmine blossoms at her feet burst into brief, cold flames that cast no light.
Suddenly, the air fills with whispered voices – dozens of them, speaking in languages Jenny doesn’t recognize but somehow understands. They’re calling out names, pleading, weeping. The sound of profound loss made audible.
The possessed woman takes a step forward, and where her bare foot touches the gravel, the stones turn black as coal. “Show me your pain, hunter. Feed me your sorrow.”
Jenny watches the supernatural fuckery the possessed woman is doing and just pulls out a pistol, taking aim “You know what? I ain’t gettin’ close. Dodge this bitch.” and pulling the trigger
Kai wanders into the cemetery with a two-fingered salute to Jenny, he looks around and asks her, “What’s happening then here Jenny?” he asks as he sides up to her, “No shoes today?” as he glances down at her feet, blinking when she pulls out her pistol, his gaze shifting from her to the woman.
The gunshot cracks through the cemetery air like thunder. The bullet strikes the possessed woman center mass, spinning her around and sending her stumbling backward against the granite headstone. Dark blood spreads across her wrinkled cardigan.
But instead of falling, she straightens with that same unnatural, jerky movement. The wound begins to close with a wet, sucking sound as black veins spread outward from the bullet hole like ink in water.
“Mortal weapons,” she laughs, her voice now layered with multiple tones. “How quaint.”
The other cemetery visitors – still moving with that eerie synchronization – begin walking toward Jenny and Kai with deliberate steps. Their faces remain blank, but tears of liquid gold stream down their cheeks.
“Kai,” the possessed woman says without turning to look at him, somehow knowing his name. “Welcome to the feast. Two souls carrying such delicious anguish.”
The cracked headstone behind her suddenly splits completely in half with a sound like breaking bones. From the fissure, a cold mist begins to seep out, carrying with it the scent of old incense and decay.
The woman’s reflection in the broken granite now shows the bronze-masked demon clearly – its needle-fingers reaching toward both Jenny and Kai as if testing the air for their pain.
“She’s still in here,” the demon purrs through Siri’s mouth. “Fighting so hard to warn you. Shall I let her speak? Or would you prefer to hear her scream?”
Jenny stares over to Kai saying simply “Possessed bitch. You got an easier way to deal with this before I kill the host? Thats really the only option I got.” she says putting her pistol away after seeing it do no harm whatsoever
Kai winces at someone bitch in question and takes a couple of steps back, “Let her speak and scream please!” he requests and draws out his chalk, rather than a weapon, “Cover me, maybe I can… ugh, it’ll take me a bit. But maybe I can adjust a ghost banishment ritual. I’ve never tried this before, but gimme a sec,” he kneels down and starts to draw a circle against one of the headstones, looking up and to the side as the novice aeromancer tries to ad lib a demon banishment ritual.
Kai winces at the bitch in question and takes a couple of steps back, “Let her speak and scream please!” he requests and draws out his chalk, rather than a weapon, “Cover me, maybe I can… ugh, it’ll take me a bit. But maybe I can adjust a ghost banishment ritual. I’ve never tried this before, but gimme a sec,” he kneels down and starts to draw a circle against one of the headstones, looking up and to the side as the novice aeromancer tries to ad lib a demon banishment ritual.
“Khet-Nara… seventeen hundreds… bronze mirror…” Her body convulses violently, and when she speaks next, it’s purely the demon. “Enough!”
The broken headstone behind her suddenly erupts in a geyser of that cold, golden mist. The temperature plummets another ten degrees, and frost begins forming on the nearby grass despite the warm July evening.
The synchronized mourners are now close enough that Jenny can see their pupils have turned the same unnatural black as their controller’s.
Jenny looks abit nauseous as all the magic starts going around getting between Kai and the mourners, raising the knife up “I ain’t afraid to stab you bitches. And this is just me holdin’ back ya hear?!” she yells at the crowd swinging the knife back and forth “Back! Back I say!”
Kai quickly abandons that as the group gets near, he squints at the headstone and looks to Jenny, “Uh… yeah I don’t have time, we might want to run. Or did you see anything bronze, or a mirror?” he asks. The chalk is tucked away and he draws a pair of knives, then backs up a couple of steps, uttering a word of power that causes the wind in the area to pick up and blow against the incoming controlled mob in an effort to slow them down.
The possessed woman’s head snaps toward Kai at the mention of a mirror, her expression shifting from malicious glee to something approaching panic. “No,” she hisses, her voice cracking between Siri’s natural tone and the demon’s harmonics. “You cannot… it is hidden… protected…”
Kai’s wind magic catches the approaching mourners, sending them stumbling backward. The elderly man trips over a low headstone, while the young couple staggers against each other. But they continue their advance, now crawling when they can’t walk upright against the gust.
“The house,” Siri’s voice breaks through again, clearer this time as the demon’s attention wavers. “Grandmother’s house… attic… wrapped in blessed cloth…” Her body shudders violently. “It’s how it got out… I unwrapped…”
The demon reasserts control with a shriek that shatters three nearby headstones. “SILENCE!” Golden mist pours from the possessed woman’s mouth and nose now, and where it touches the ground, the grass withers to ash.
“Seven souls,” the demon snarls through Siri’s throat. “Four taken, three remain. You will not stop the ritual!”
The synchronized mourners push through Kai’s wind, their movements becoming more aggressive. The elderly man’s fingernails have grown long and sharp, while the young woman’s teeth appear pointed when she opens her mouth in a soundless scream.
Behind them all, more cemetery visitors are beginning to turn toward the disturbance, their eyes reflecting that same unnatural light.
Jenny looks around the cemetery keeping her knife at the ready to repel any of the possessed folk “Uh.. mirror? Mirror…” she mutters as she looks around for the item in question.
Kai continues backing away, checking over his shoulder to make sure he doesn’t trip, “Any idea where this lady lives? If it’s in an attic somewhere we’ll have to relocate anyway,” he sighs and looks to Siri, “Unless she has it on her,” he considers and starts to run and hop over the headstones to get around the group, his aim: getting to Siri. For now he doesn’t lash out with violence, but he is ready to blast a gust of win at any of the mourners who get too close.
Jenny’s enhanced vision sweeps the cemetery but finds no bronze mirror among the headstones and monuments. The possessed woman carries only wilted flowers and what appears to be a small house key on a chain around her neck.
As Kai vaults over headstones toward Siri, the demon controlling her body lets out a sound of rage. “Clever little wind-dancer,” it hisses. “But you cannot reach what burns with holy fire.”
The moment Kai gets within arm’s reach, the golden mist surrounding Siri flares like a barrier. The air itself seems to thicken, pushing back against him with supernatural force. But through the haze, he can see Siri’s own eyes flickering behind the demon’s black pupils – she’s still fighting.
“The key,” Siri’s voice breaks through in a desperate whisper. “Around my neck… 47 Willow Street… three blocks east…” Her body convulses again as the demon reasserts control.
The possessed mourners have regrouped despite Kai’s wind magic. The elderly man is now moving with inhuman speed, his elongated fingernails scraping against granite as he climbs over tombstones. The young couple moves in perfect synchronization, their mouths open in that silent scream.
More cemetery visitors – at least six now – are converging from different directions, all with those same gold-weeping eyes.
“You have minutes before the sun sets,” the demon taunts. “And in darkness, I am so much stronger.”
Jenny lets out another growl moving forward and trying to reach through the barrier to the key “Lets see your fancy magic work on my wolf blood.” she says as she tries to tear the key off of the woman
“Oh my fuck!” Kai exclaims in surprise when the mist flares, halting in his run, he looks to the key, then the mist, “Fuck it!” and turns to run away from her, a knife thrown toward one of the calves of the nearest mourners, “Jenny, let’s head to that house. We’ll break down the door if we have to. It sounds like the mirror’s the anchor for it… or maybe the door, either way, we need to close it…” he looks back to see what happens when Jenny reaches for the key.
Jenny’s hand plunges through the golden mist barrier, her supernatural strength allowing her to push past the demon’s defenses. The moment her fingers touch the key chain, the possessed woman screams – a sound that combines Siri’s human voice with something far more ancient and terrible.
The key burns like ice against Jenny’s palm, but she manages to tear it free. The chain snaps with a sound like breaking glass, and immediately the golden mist around Siri begins to waver.
Kai’s thrown knife strikes the elderly mourner in the calf, sending him tumbling face-first into a granite angel statue. Black ichor oozes from the wound instead of blood, but the man keeps crawling forward with single-minded determination.
“NO!” The demon’s shriek shatters every piece of glass within fifty yards – car windows, the small panes in the cemetery’s chapel, even Jenny’s and Kai’s phones. “The anchor… you cannot…”
Siri’s body doubles over, retching up more of that golden mist. When she looks up, her eyes flicker rapidly between brown and black. “Go,” she gasps in her own voice. “Before… before it takes full control again. The mirror… destroy it…”
The other possessed mourners suddenly stop their advance and turn as one toward the cemetery gates – as if preparing to intercept anyone heading toward Willow Street.
The sun touches the horizon, painting the sky deep orange. Shadows begin to lengthen dramatically between the headstones.
“Darkness comes,” the demon whispers through Siri’s lips. “And with it, my true power.”
Jenny looks down at the key, wincing and then to Kai starting to orient herself to the direction of the house indicated “Okay! Lets fucking go! Fast!” she says starting to run down the road at a full sprint.
Kai moves to catch up to Jenny, he runs about as fast as her, but is probably not in as good of shape, he draws another knife and again aims for the legs of those that try to bar he or Jenny from getting to the house, chucking knives as he glances back to the demon, “Fast, fast fast. Like a virgin on prom night!”
a modest two-story house with peeling yellow paint and a small spirit house in the overgrown front yard. The building feels wrong somehow – windows dark despite the early evening hour, and the air around it shimmers with the same heat distortion they witnessed at the cemetery.
As they reach the front porch, Kai’s thrown knife finds its mark in another pursuer’s leg, buying them precious seconds. The possessed mourners are still blocks behind, but moving with relentless determination.
The key slides into the lock with a sound like breaking ice. The moment the door swings open, a wave of supernatural cold pours out, carrying the scent of old incense and something metallic – like blood mixed with bronze.
From somewhere in the house’s depths comes a low humming sound, rhythmic and hypnotic. The attic window above glows with a faint golden light that pulses in time with the humming.
“Up there,” Jenny can hear Siri’s voice echoing faintly from the cemetery, carried on an impossible wind. “Hurry…”
Jenny practically kicks in the door after she unlocks it. Rushing inside and up the stairs and quickly looking around the attic as soon as she gets inside. Yelling “I’M HURRYING AS FAST AS I CAN!” to the voice of Siri managing to somehow project itself all the way from the cemetery
Kai turns and slams the front door behind them, flips the lock into place, rears back and slams his knives down in front of the door into the wood beneath to serve as door stops while he looks around for something to pull or push into the way of the staircase so he can retreat up after Jenny, “You destroy the mirror, I’ll try to slow them down!” he calls up after her.
Jenny bursts into the cramped attic space, her enhanced vision cutting through the dim light. In the center of the room sits an ornate bronze mirror, roughly two feet tall, wrapped partially in what appears to be blessed cloth that’s been torn away. The mirror’s surface ripples like liquid metal, and within its depths, that bronze-masked figure writhes and claws at the boundaries of its prison.
The humming grows louder as Jenny approaches – it’s coming from the mirror itself. Ancient Thai script is etched around the frame, and the bronze seems to pulse with its own heartbeat.
Downstairs, Kai’s makeshift barricade holds for now, but the sound of fists pounding against the front door echoes through the house. The windows begin to rattle in their frames as supernatural pressure builds outside.
“Seven souls,” the mirror whispers in a voice like grinding metal. “Four taken, three remain. You cannot stop what has already begun.”
Through the attic window, Jenny can see the possessed mourners surrounding the house. Their eyes glow like golden lanterns in the gathering dusk, and more figures are emerging from the shadows – residents of the neighborhood, all moving with that same eerie synchronization.
The blessed cloth around the mirror’s base suddenly bursts into cold flames. Whatever protection it offered is burning away fast.
“The ritual nears completion,” the demon’s voice echoes from both the mirror and somewhere far below. “And when darkness falls completely…”
Jenny hesitates at the flames about to just punch the damn thing before standing up and sending her leather combat boot protected feet straight into the mirror. Wincing at whatever flames that manages to get through yelling “GO BACK TO HELL CASPER!”
Kai jogs up the stairs, a pair of knives tugged out from within his hoodie, he turns and waits at the top of the stairs, ready to make his last stand there, trusting in Jenny to break the mirror while he holds them off.
Jenny’s boot connects with the bronze mirror’s surface with a sound like a church bell cracking. The mirror doesn’t shatter – instead, it buckles inward like hammered metal, and the rippling surface explodes outward in a spray of liquid bronze that hisses against the attic walls.
The demon’s shriek erupts from the damaged mirror, so loud and piercing that both Jenny and Kai feel their ears pop. The golden light pouring from its surface flickers wildly as cracks spider-web across the bronze frame.
“NO! SEVEN HUNDRED YEARS OF BINDING!” The voice is no longer coming from just the mirror – it echoes from every reflective surface in the house, every window, every piece of metal.
Downstairs, the pounding on the door suddenly stops. Through the attic window, Jenny can see the possessed mourners stumbling as if waking from a dream. The golden glow fades from their eyes, replaced by confusion and fear.
But the mirror isn’t destroyed yet. The bronze surface begins to reform itself, the liquid metal flowing back together like mercury. The demon’s bronze-masked face appears in the healing surface, its needle-fingers pressing against the inside as if trying to break through.
“The binding weakens,” it hisses. “But I am not finished. Three more souls, and I will be free regardless of your meddling.”
The blessed cloth has burned completely away now, and the mirror’s frame glows white-hot.
Kai turns away when the mourners don’t pierce the front door, he runs up into the attic, panting softly and looks to Jenny, then to the mirror and closes his eyes, thinking through the arcane texts he’s read for any solutions he might have for this issue in all of the occult knowledge he’s accumulated, sweat beaded on his forehead.
Jenny lets out another just low and utter growl. She is pissed off at this mirror upon seing it start to reform starting to stomp repeatedly into it “NO. YOU. DONT. BITCH.” She yells into the attic space with each consecutive stomp onto the bronze frame.
Jenny’s repeated stomps send shockwaves through the reforming bronze, each impact causing the demon’s face to distort and fragment. The mirror’s frame begins to buckle under her assault, ancient metal groaning like a living thing in pain.
Kai’s arcane knowledge surfaces through his panic – binding demons require either the original binding ritual to be renewed, or the physical anchor to be completely destroyed. But bronze this old, infused with centuries of spiritual energy, won’t break easily through brute force alone.
“The blessed cloth,” Kai realizes aloud. “It wasn’t just protection – it was part of the original binding!”
As if responding to his words, the demon’s shriek takes on a note of genuine fear. “The binding words… you do not know them… you cannot…”
Jenny’s next stomp cracks the mirror’s frame completely in half. Golden mist pours out like blood from a wound, and the temperature in the attic plummets. Frost forms on the walls despite the July heat outside.
Through the broken mirror’s surface, instead of the demon’s face, Jenny can now see Siri – the real Siri – trapped behind a web of golden threads. She’s mouthing words desperately, her hands pressed against the inside of the mirror as if it were glass.
“The words,” she mouths silently. “In grandmother’s journal… Thai script… on the desk…”
Behind them, footsteps echo on the stairs. Not the possessed mourners – something else entirely is climbing toward the attic.
Jenny stares over to Kai and the pulls out her hunting knife, moving towards the attic stairs interposing herself between the stairs and Kai. She pauses then just starts tugging off her clothes into a pile on the floor, “Ya know what? I ain’t riskin’ that.” she says before Shifting into her wolf form.
“Khet-Nara… phra-ram… song-kram…”
Jenny’s transformation ripples through her body as bones reshape and muscles reform. Her wolf form – larger than any natural wolf, with amber eyes that glow in the supernatural darkness – positions herself at the top of the stairs just as something reaches the second floor landing.
It’s Siri, but wrong. Her movements are too fluid, too predatory, and her eyes burn with that familiar golden light. The demon has abandoned its other puppets to make one final push through its primary host.
“Clever children,” the possessed Siri hisses as she begins climbing the attic stairs. “But you pronounce the words incorrectly. Allow me to teach you the proper way to fail.”
Kai continues reading, his pronunciation getting clearer with each syllable. The broken mirror responds – the golden mist begins to swirl in a tighter pattern, and Siri’s trapped image becomes more visible through the fractured bronze.
The possessed Siri reaches the top of the stairs, her fingernails now elongated into claws that scrape against the wooden banister. “Seven hundred years I have waited,” she snarls. “I will not be denied by a wolf and a wind-dancer.”
Behind her, the real Siri mouths along with the binding words from within the mirror, her lips moving in perfect synchronization with the ancient Thai script.
Jenny(wolf) growls, a much deeper and gutteral one now that she is properly wolfing out. Staying between Kai and the possessed woman. She lets out a bark. Daring the woman to get closer, a swipe of a deadly paw in the direction of the woman.
Kai’s hands work frantically with the blessed cloth remnants, binding the two halves of the broken mirror face-to-face. The moment the cloth touches the bronze, it flares with white light, and his pronunciation of the Thai binding words suddenly becomes clearer, as if the ritual itself is guiding his tongue.
Jenny’s massive wolf form blocks the narrow attic entrance completely. When the possessed Siri lunges forward with inhuman speed, claws extended, Jenny’s paw catches her across the chest with bone-crushing force. The impact sends the demon-controlled body flying backward down the stairs with a sickening series of thuds.
“Khet-Nara pai klap baan!” Kai’s voice grows stronger as he reaches the final lines of the binding ritual. The wrapped mirror begins to vibrate violently in his hands, the bronze growing so hot it nearly burns through the blessed cloth.
From within the bound mirror comes a sound like a thousand voices screaming in unison. The golden mist that had been pouring from the cracks suddenly reverses direction, being sucked back into the bronze prison with tremendous force.
At the bottom of the stairs, Siri’s body goes completely limp. The unnatural golden glow fades from her eyes, replaced by her natural brown. She’s unconscious but breathing, and most importantly, she looks peaceful for the first time since they encountered her.
The mirror gives one final, violent shudder in Kai’s hands, then goes completely still. The supernatural cold in the attic dissipates, replaced by the normal warmth of a July evening.
Outside, the last traces of golden mist fade from the neighborhood windows.