The pastor visited her last night. I was listening from my window, I know that she was possessed, they called him to ease her pain.
Hours passed, the sunlight hit the main door, no voices from there, and all is hushed, the neighbors hurried to check on them.
No one was indoors, a blood stain, a dead raven and the bible of that old pastor.
I can hear her outcries from the underworld; she is haunting my dreams.