Bela had woken up — the sun had been slowly rising — he seemed to feel a presence. Getting up, he slowly walked over to his door, moving as slowly as he could before he pressed his ear against the wood. He waited until he heard a scream. It was Francis. Quickly running out of his room to the room across the hall, he opened the door and saw his sister convulsing — this hadn't been the first time this had happened. Their mother walked into the room begging for Francis to stop screaming. "You'll wake the whole town!" She exclaimed as if her daughter would respond. "Get out!" Bela yelled at his mother as he watched his sister — grabbing onto her hand.

"The devil is in that child I tell you!" Their mother yelled making Bela turn around and push her, "Get out you wretched woman! Out!" He closed the door. Footsteps dissipated as Bela turned his attention back to his sister, she was now sitting up — arms outstretched — "I feel him.." She whispered. Her eyes were blank as she stared in front of her, Bela put a hand on her shoulder, "Who? Sister, tell me, please." He tried to make her look at him but she didn't budge. Francis sobbed but a smile slowly appeared on her face, "He is coming." Bela tried to get her to snap out of her trance but nothing would work.

"Francis, please look at me, please my dear sister." Francis began to sob even louder — her eyes becoming wide as she suddenly grabbed onto her heart, "He has taken control of me!" Bela stood up and watched in terror as his sister convulsed on her bed — "He has me in his grasp!" Her eyes rolled back, she grabbed onto her sheets, "He has—" Bela watched with wide eyes as his sister's voice croaked and groaned, "He has my heart!"