"You are not welcome here. This is not the place for you!" Forgach commanded. "It is time for you to leave."
Everyone's eyes were focused on him, looking for help, looking for re assurance. How could this happen?
The table began to lift again and shake uncontrollably. All hands pressed down, but the unknown force was strong.
"Do not break the circle." Forgach commanded.
"M..i..n..e...." The grotesque voice continued. Gabriella's face, no longer pretty, was contorted and her eyes bulbous staring beyond the veil.
"I order you, leave this place!"
Alfréd, fearing for his nieces life, clasped her hand even tighter in a futile attempt that it would help.
They were paralysed with confusion and fear looking at anyone for guidance.
It was then that Mária noticed Füst fixed upon Gabriella, not in panic like everyone else but calmly while his lips mouthed words she could not understand.
Maybe it was confusion, or now the overbearing smell of sage, but she felt that warm caress down her back again and then a familiar voice.
(Mária you must help him. It is too late for you to leave now, you cannot break the circle. I am too weak. Teado....")
"Stefán! Stefán! Please!"
Forgachs concentration momentarily broke to look at Mária.
The air changed again, the positive energy was literally being drained from the small library. The candles flickered violently in the airless room.
"Teodóra, use Teodóra!" Mária exclaimed. "Look at him, he's controlling her. We must do something!"
Cecília spoke calmly, she knew what she had to do.
"Teodóra, we need you to help us, Gabriella is no longer..."
Lazlo's eyes were no longer fixed upon Gabriella, but still they were mouthing, what Mária, now recognised as an incantation, but in no language she knew not even Aramaic. His eyes were now mocking, all those that sat at the table but rested on Cecília.
"Teodóra, our spirit guide, can you help us release our sister Gabriella?"
Bangs could be heard on the table, echoing round the room.
Cecília closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, remaining calm despite the chaos unfolding around her.
"His entity is strong. It is dark. Very dark. It possesses him."
"Maria...." This time it was Gabriella's voice.
There was more banging, this time it was at the large oak door adjoining the main room.
"Let us in...are you alright?..." The muffled voices came.
They table was out of control, the black curtain covering the door blew wildly. The candles went out. They were now immersed in total darkness.
A high pitched scream could be heard.
Panic.
"Do not break the circle!" came Forgach's pleading shout.
But it was too late.
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