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Unexorcism with Artemus Deadman

Following on from the great success of his ghostwalking service, Artemus Deadman is now offering unexorcisms.

Have you had a friend or loved one exorcised recently? Did it not go to plan? Granted, none of us really enjoyed the way Horace Chevin used to screech during the period when he appeared to have been possessed by the spirit of a furious chicken, but what happened next was so much worse.

Reverend Davies’ exorcism returned Horace to his original condition. At which point he took up yelling about foreigners and newcomers and how we ought to throw shipwreckees back in the sea because there isn’t enough milk to go round at the best of times and they do it to themselves because they’re heard about how good our milk is.

On reflection, the Chevin family decided that Horace’s personal belief in the health benefits of drinking your own urine was also rather unpleasant. It turned out that while he thought he was a furious chicken, his personal hygiene greatly improved, and there were far fewer incidents where he actually bit anyone.

Unexorcism fixed all of this, and Horace is back to scratching around in the yard and occasionally eating worms. He shrieks, but he says mercifully little. It turns out to be the least troubling option.

If you’ve tried exorcism, and it hasn’t worked for you, then pay a visit to Artemus Deadman. He will undertake to coax the exorcised spirit back into its former vessel and return your loved one to a more manageable state.

Unexorcism, because sometimes demons aren’t anything like as horrible as the people they’ve possessed.

(Concept and image by Wullie Steele – https://william-steele.co.uk/ text by Nimue.)

A Nightmarish Visitation

Manifestations of evil.

Two nights ago, panicked members of the Chevin family called Reverend Davies out to one of their cottages. I happened to be visiting the orphanage when the summons came, went along, and so was witness to the horrendous screams, terrifying cries and eye-watering smells emerging from that place. Even though certain of the Chevins have reputations for not maintaining standards, it was clear something far worse than normal was afoot. Instructed to remain outside, I watched our brave Reverend enter the property, Bible in one hand, bottle of holy water in the other.

 In the poor light, I could see little, but I give you my words, dear readers, that something vile and unnatural was inside that cottage. I saw it leave, but have not words to express the horror of it. The dry rustle of its wings, the clatter of bone, or chitin, or many beaks – it seemed to have all of these attributes and more. For a moment it turned its single, glowing eye towards me, and I thought my heart would stop beating from fear. Reverend Davies emerged, and the monstrosity fled from him.

When I asked our Reverend to explain what I had seen, he shook his head. “There are some things it is best not to know, but we are not alone here. Where there is faith, there is hope.”