[Sofia]

Right. But honesty with compassion would be better, don’t you think? Well, I’m sensitive to people’s feelings..

[Scrupulous Conscience]

It was not meant to be insensitive, but honest.

[Sofia]

I agree with you, but still your remark was kind of insensitive.

[Scrupulous Conscience]

Whether it is intended to be in the book or not, it is still extraneous and ruins the mystery. Sometimes what isn’t seen is far more effective. It’sbetter to imagine this sequence in the mind’s eye.

[Sofia]

Alice is a fan of Janet Jackson and the most incredible person you could ever hope to meet..

[Justin]

This isn’t going to turn into another stupid etrigan69 and ratboy thing is it?

What Scrupulous Conscience posted was perfectly acceptable. He was only stating something that many people have already said themselves all over this forum, and was not putting anyone down. Honestly, why does everything have to turn into a big drama because two people don’t share the same opinion?

[iamnoone]

Regan opened her eyes. My bed. Barely able to open her eyes, she scrambled her mind to piece together memories of where she was and how she got there. Mother? An image of her mother at the piano flashed through her mind. And there were others, laughing, and then nothing, as if someone had removed her memory. Sharon, she remembered. Sharon had touched her cheek while she lay motionless. Regan saw her face in her mind, and tried to move her lips to call out to her sister, but no sound would come from her throat. Only a shallow, labored breath, as if a weight had been cast down upon her back escaped from her lips. She whispered Sharon’s name, and her pupils narrowed as her eyes locked on the crack of light slipping into the room from under the closed door.
Someone’s in my room. The thought raced into her mind as she felt a presence by the wardrobe. Someone’s in my room. Regan’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to lay motionless, scanning the room with her eyes without moving her neck. She remembered what the doctors had told her about her nerves; that her mind could sometimes play tricks on her, and she prayed amidst her terror that this was the case. The light coming in from beneath the door went black, as if someone passed in front of it, eclipsing the light, yet Regan saw no one as the light re-emerged. Someone’s in my room.
Wanting to scream, she opened her lips, but her voice would not respond. She stared towards the light, wishing Sharon or her mother would emerge to check on her, or…Burke, she thought. Burke was here. She remembered hearing his voice downstairs, and never wanted to see his face again so terribly as she did now. Regan felt a chill on the back of her neck, and now felt the presence all about her, as if a dozen faces in all corners of the room had cast a cold stare upon her body. Again her eyes fell upon the light from the door, and she saw her breath escaping her lips. A terrible cold enveloped her body, piercing through the heavy covers. Overtaken by panic, Regan glanced at the light under the door ready to make her move, when the room went black. She closed her eyes tight, and opened them slowly. In the pitch, the eyes of the demon stared back.

[iamnoone]

I am back after recovering from the car accident I was in.

Actually, I think SC’s comments are just fine. Personally, after giving it some thought, I dont think having this scene in the film would ruin a thing. In fact, I though the film version of The Exorcist did a poor job with Burke’s character.

I would remind you, SC, that this is Fan Fiction; This is simply the way I envisioned his death in my own mind. Had it been put on the silver screen, this is how I see it being done (or read in the novel).

I didnt take your comments personally, SC, and certainly respect your comments.

Afterall…what piece of writing would be complete without “a few boos from the gallery “;)

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