Story Debate: Thriller

It seems Con has forfeited too, but nevertheless I will continue to round four: Pepito awoke from his sleep, it seems the events of that previous day and the visited from Lucy had actually made him sleep well. Another thing that it meant was that he was successful that evening in ridding himself of Lucy and getting her out of his room, Pepito again realized that the only way he'd be able to get Lucy out of his home, and moreover--his life, forever would be through continued belief in G-d and Christ, they were all he could place his trust in and rely on to overcome Lucy and her wicked ways. Naturally Pepito was aware of the fact that she would try again to tempt him and would not give up easily, but he was prepared to keep on fighting and manage whatever this evil spirit had to throw at him. She would make it her aim to keep pursuing him, but he would make it his to absolutely resist her. Pepito had a shower and got dressed, then went down stairs to see his family as he would usually do. The only difference this time was that the man that had always been in his life, his father, was not there. The reality once more occurred to Pepito, though the pain was a little more nuanced than the day before--it was still extremely difficult to comprehend what had happened and to fully envision life without his beloved father. He approached the kitchen and said "buenas dias" to his mother and little sister, who herself still looked rather bewildered at the whole thing. "Hola Pepito", said his mother, "sit yourself down...I've made some breakfast". She was still consumed with grief over losing her husband, but she had children to take care of and responsibilities to fulfill. "Si madre", said Pepito. His appetite was still not particularly large but he knew he'd have to eat something after yesterday. Likewise the little sister managed to have her usual breakfast, though not as excitedly as she would normally do. This was actually a Sunday so neither of the children had school to attend, and the mother wondered exactly what they would do to occupy the day. "At least if they were at school, it would take their minds of things" she thought. Either way, she decided it would be good for them to go for a walk and then visit some relatives. So that was how they spent most of their Sunday, the walk enabled them all to get of the house and reflect a little; while being with family provided some beneficial interaction. As expected they were also extremely upset, but it was good for them all to talk about matters. Obviously practical issues like a funeral would have to be planned--and they were more than willing to give their support to Pepito's mother. As they driving home and the dark night was approaching, Pepito again thought of Lucy: "what if she visits me again this evening", he questioned. He was actually beginning to get scared of the prospect of Lucy making another appearance because now more than ever he knew precisely how evil she was (Lucy was the devil after all) and what her intentions were--to destroy him and his family. More importantly, Pepito knew how determined she would be to accomplish than. "What if she does more bad things'?, and: "what if she hurts my mother or my little sister'?, he worried to himself. The threat that Lucy made the evening before about harming his little sister struck Pepito's memory and on the way home he could not stop thinking about it. He knew how powerful the devil was, and the kind of damage that *it* could cause. They arrived back home and the mother asked Pepito and his sister if they wanted to watch a film to give them something other than their father to think about, the sister said "yes, can I pick which one?" while Pepito said that she needn't' worry and that he was "feeling tired", to which to mother responded: "okay Pepe, you should get some more sleep then". Pepito was in fact very tired but he mainly decided to go up to his room because he knew he wouldn't have the ability to concentrate on a film (or any other forms of "entertainment", for that matter) because he simply not take his mind off Lucy. He was anticipating her evil presence again tonight and wanted to be as prepared as possible for it. "I cannot let her win", he reassured himself. He got into his room and began to read the Bible once more, going over all of his favourite passages and specifically the ones that were relevant to what he was experiencing with Lucy. He needed to exercise his faith and ensure that he was close to G-d in that evening, so read and re-read verses over and over; memorizing them and taking them all into his heart. The night soon grew and his mother and little sister were already asleep in their beds. Pepito wondered for a while why his mother hadn't said "goodnight", and then realized it was most likely because she thought he was asleep and was extremely tired herself. Pepito placed the Bible onto his bedside and then decided to pray. He knelt down to the floor and asked for G-ds strength in defeating Lucy, "please G-d, I need your guidance". As with the first time he had turned to G-d for help, Pepe was feeling as faithful and as close to the L-rd as ever and reminded himself that he needed to stay true and devoted to the almighty G-d.After praying, he shut his eyes to go to sleep. Around three hours later however, Pepito was awoken by a large sound in his bedroom. He got up out of his bed immediately and saw then his windows were somehow fully open--with the howling wind swishing his curtains around, he then began to feel that icy cold presence once again. He knew that she was there. He quickly switched his light on to see if I could see her figure, no--she surprisingly wasn't there. Usually when Lucy was within his room, she'd show herself to him and go out of her way to absolutely taunt him but tonight for the first time she wasn't. This confused Pepito and he thought to himself: "what's going on?, where is she"? Her presence was there but no viewable figure was. This made Pepito *very* anxious and stood wondering for a minutes on as to what he would do, "shall I just go back to bed and wait until she leaves"? Realistically Pepito knew that she wouldn't leave without a playing with him more but he sincerely did not know what else to do. So he kept his light on and got back into bed, "just go to sleep"...he told himself, "everything will be fine in the morning and G-d is looking after you". Indeed he still felt close to G-d and wanted to maintain that as much as he could. So instead of thinking of Lucy and her evil presence, he thought of Him and His light. This helped Pepito feel more secure and not be as frightened as he was when he woke up. Then, he began to hear knocks in his wardrobe...about three at each time. *knock, knock, knock* he would listen to each one and the fear started to arise again. For these weren't frantic or excitable knocks, they were slow and incredibly sinister. "Oh no, she's really not going to leave me alone tonight", he concluded. Pepito contemplated on what exactly was the best action to take, instead of trying her usual method which was to seduce and tempt him...she had took upon herself to try and scare him to submit and present herself as the thoroughly evil being she was. He brought his bed covers up to face and just wished for her to leave, "please, "please", he kept thinking to himself. "What did I ever do to you"? "Why are you trying to destroy me"? Obviously there was no logical answer; that was simply what the devil enjoyed doing. Pepito was an innocent boy who was fair game for Lucy--she wanted to corrupt him and fill his young soul with evil. Again, "what can I do to be rid of her"...it suddenly occurred to Pepito that panicking (though understandable) was not the way to go and was exactly what Lucy wanted. She wanted him to be terrified; and hoped he would give into her. "But no, I cannot be scared". As this thought penetrated his mind, he felt that cold presence burst on top of him. Out of nowhere he had this enormous pressure on his chest and could not breathe, Pepito felt like he was being suffocated and gasped as he struggled for air. Then he felt his bed move and his arms, without him even controlling them, somehow ended up on his neck; and there NO thing he could do to take them off. In his mind he was still present but in physical body, there was something else there. This presence continued to tighten its grip and force itself into Pepe--leaving him powerless and out of control. In his mind he tried to envision Christ and think of holy things, "Oh Jesus, please help me." He then tried to move his arm and get it away from his neck and grab the Bible, still thinking of Jesus and mentally praying for his help, Pepito was able to let go of the grip a little and take the Bible in his hands. "Go away, you devil!"...he thought, as he was still not able to speak. "Get out of my body and leave me alone". Every time Pepito tried to utter these words he just couldn't, his whole body was locked in the control of the devil and though he could still think as Pepito--he could *not* talk as him. Even so he tried his utmost to place the Bible on his chest or at least have it right next to him. All he had to do was keeping thinking of Christ and then the devil would eventually leave. Pepito struggled and struggled until suddenly the presence came from out of and off his chest, but then he felt something pull at the end of his bed. Just like it was trying to drag him off; and it was. "Oh no, please", Pepito was able to speak this time. He then came right off his bed as the devil pulled at his legs, after that he felt his head crash right into his wardrobe which was situated opposite him. *Bang*, then...all of a sudden, the wardrobe began to fall--Pepito had to get up before it would come down straight on him. He moved quickly and then the entire thing came crashing down to the floor--naturally awaking his mother and sister. What was he to do now?