My fiancée locked my daughter in the bathroom, threatening, “Tell your dad and you’ll go to an orphanage.” Finding my terrified child broke my heart. I hid my tears and let her walk down the aisle. Holding the mic, I whispered, “Here is my wedding gift,” as police walked in. Her face drained of color..

moved. Nobody breathed.

In the far distance, the rising, mournful wail of police sirens began to slice through the humid afternoon air.

Chapter 6: The Exorcism

The arrival of the local police fundamentally altered the atmospheric pressure in the backyard. The surreal, nightmarish quality of the aborted wedding grounded itself into cold, hard reality the continue reading …