Can a young boy prove to his father that the voices he hears are not in his head? This is the challenge 9 year old Tommy must face before it is too late....
Through a dark, foggy, and, isolated stretch of forest lies a troubled soul. A rejected spirit from hell that rejoices in the pain and sorrow of all that is good. A being that is forever locked, in a house of curses, clinging to the hope of re-entry back into the dark and dreary realm of hell.
It all started in an old colonial home built in 1807 in Cuba, Alabama. Little 9 year old Tommy Micheals has been hearing something very frightening every night since his father, Mort moved them there.
The house seems alive,like an evil energy lurks there, taking control of the fate of the single father and little boy.
About 2 weeks ago, Mort Micheals won a huge chunk of lotto money. It seems they wanted a way out of the big city and to move to a small country town, to start over since Tommy's mother, Mort's Wife, 42 year old Melissa Micheals died of breast cancer. So they looked for a simple home in this small town in Alabama, at a almost unbelieveable price . The redneck wanna-be real estate agent just gave him the keys and a evil grin saying, ' Enjoy your new home, It's the best house in Cuba.' The house was a colonial style home, 2 story, needed a little paint work, but the foundation was still solid, and the integrity of the house's frame seemed surprisingly good. About 6 1/2 weeks later Tommy was put to bed and he heard a voice whisper, ' Tommy, are you there. Tommy, I can feel your pain, I will kill you, I will kill your pain, Tommy,.' The little boy pulls the cover over his face and starts calling out for his father, who comes running in and says,'Tommy, whats wrong?'
Tommy replies, ' Dad, I heard a voice saying it would kill me,it's a monster!'
Tommy's dad tucked him in and patted him on the head gently and said, ' Tommy, you had a bad dream son, you need to go back to bed. A new house, especially one this old will have you imagining things, no one is going to kill you son I promise.'
Tommy looked up at his dad and said, ' I heard it dad, i'm not making this up.'
To make Tommy happy, Mort walked through the house checking everything and making him feel better. But Tommy still heard the voices, so it became a nightly ritual for Mort to run off the supposed ' monster '.
But every night the same spirit would come and verbally attack the 9 year old child, claiming it would take away his life.
' Dad, it is still coming, I can't see it, but I hear it, like it's in my head, it's warning me.'
Mort, tryin to keep his paitence and help the child with soothing words and a gentle smile says, ' Look you little whippersnapper, your hearing things, It's all those video games you've been playing. If this keeps up, I'm gonna have to take them away from you for a week, now go back to bed.'
Tommy goes back to bed, wanting to go to sleep, but he is not able to, from the fear thats been brought upon him. His eyes have black rings around them. And his little innocent soul is trapped between fear, no one believing him, and, the feeling that there is nothing he can do about it.
The days and nights seem even longer as Tommy warns his father that the spirit is going to kill everyone, if they dont find the path at which the doorway of hell is seen. Tommy tells his father and now Mort gets enraged.
' Look here Tommy, you haven't bathed in weeks, you don't sleep, you say all these unusual things, I think I may need to get you to a doctor.
This is uncalled for! Listen son, you ARE NOT hearing things! If I hear of this nonsense one more time, your going to see a doctor, get it? '
Tommy slinks his head down and says, ' I knew you wouldn't believe in me. And now you are gonna find out tonight that I wasn't lying. His messages are changing from yelling stuff at me, to saying things I gotta do. I know what I'm hearing and I hate you for not believing me. I hate you!'
Tommy runs up the stairs and Mort just sits there with a puzzled look of confusion upon his face. As he types his final piece of work on the computer he makes his way up the stairs not knowing this would be his final night of life, for death was certain and the words of the little prophets mouth went, unheard.
At about 2 am Mort's door slams open and there stands Tommy with a axe they used to cut firewood with. The boy has a green glow to his eyes and a deepened voice of a demon and says ' The door way to hell is through you and now I must chop the door down into little pieces of bloody flesh.'
Mort awakens on that note, and says, ' Jesus Christ, Tommy! Is that you? What are you doing Tommy?'
Tommy says, ' YES IT'S ME YOU FOOL, YOU MUST DIE NOW, FOR I GAVE YOU A CHANCE TO HELP YOURSELF, NOW YOUR SOUL IS MINE.'
Tommy runs toward his father and swings the axe at Mort's head, decapitating him instantly. Blood streams and shoots out everywhere, and you can still see the wind hole trying to breathe for a few moments and he keeps hacking, splitting the head in two, eyeballs pop out, the brain slides out like oysters on the halfshell and then Tommy stops and says, ' I offer this soul to you my Lord to help bring my spirit back to hell.' Then the next morning Tommy wakes up and figures out what happened, but not sure if he did it. And it gets worse.
The entire time Tommy was possessed by the spirit in that house. In the day, he was a normal child, at night he was possessed by some sort of rogue demon spirit. He tried warning his father but it didn't work. And now he is being shyed away by the doctors and law enforcement too.
Local authorities said that someone broke in and murdered his dad sending Tommy into shock and into dis-illusional thoughts. Basically, the shrinks beleived he suffered a tramadic event and thought he was out of his mind, instead of being guilty for the crime he tried to plead to everyone he commited.
Instead, they gave him to a new family and yet a new story will begin as the Spirit of the Damned will strike again. THE END