Athandwe and Doris are in the land rover’s front seats, gazing through the windshield, parked in front of an arched driveway gate to Doris’s double storey. The journey back from the psychic was silent. Their minds shaken and frustrated over the situation to despatch the Demon of anger. Athandwe had just buried her husband that afternoon, now to find out about the abomination that killed him was distraughting and excruciating.

Doris looked at Athandwe, “Someone needs to do it.”

Athandwe glanced back with an intensified frown,”No one needs to do anything. The only way to be safe is too stay far away from her. Just like you said.”

“What about others who will upset her?”

“She’s been working for thirty years in a very busy environment and never killed anyone. This doesn’t happened often.”

“She killed your husband! Killed her own husband. Killed the man I always loved!” Said Doris, in a sudden raging mode.

Athandwe saw Doris was still wounded about Thulani’s death. They might’ve been close friends but she sensed Doris also had romantic feelings for him. Probably the reason she hardly spoke to Elizabeth for all those years.

“Doris,” said Athandwe in a soft voice. “It wasn’t her fault. She doesn’t even know there’s a demon in her. You need to let go and heal from this.”

Doris was reluctant about letting it go. She glared and opened the door and walked to her house. Shutting the door, she cried miserably. Sorrowful about what happened to Thulani. Now that she’d finally confirmed her suspicion, it was painful than it’d been on the time of his death. She picked herself up from the floor and strode to the lounge, where she took a bottle of whiskey from the whiskey cabinet and poured it in a whiskey glass.

Doris guzzled down three glasses in a row before going to the thonet rocking chair and gazed at the flames on the hearth. Then suddenly, the flames extinguished. It was odd for something like that to happened. She heard the front door creaking, and strode to look to find nothing on her doorway. She went outside and her eyes searched around the yard. She saw her usual lawn and durable plants and nothing to be suspicious about. She walked back inside the house and locked the door, but it opened abruptly on her face, knocking down on her floor.

Doris’s nose was bleeding. She was agitated about what just happened. She glanced around bewildered. She reacted quickly when the ceiling lamp almost fell upon her, rolling aside towards couches. She immediately felt the presence of the demon and recalled the words of the pychic, ‘These demons are invisible presence and are highly intelligent’ It couldn’t be Elizabeth’s demon. Doris hadn’t done anything to upset her so she was confused why it was in her house to kill her.

Doris saw the shadow Demon on the ceiling, painting the ceiling with blood message, ‘You know the truth about me’ She began to let out her tears of nervousness. She attempted to run away from the house, but the shadow grabbed her head from the ceiling and pulled her up, then released her and she smashed on the floor, breaking her left arm. In pain Doris got up. The demon crawled down from the ceiling through the walls.

“No, please, ” said Doris fearfully. “I won’t tell anyone.”

The shadow picked up the shattered glasses of the lamp, and swiped and slashed Doris’s face. Killing her slowly blood gashing from her mouth.

At Athandwe’s home, she was fresh and clean after had taking a shower. The children were sleeping in their rooms. She hoped Jonathan had left her all his assets so she could start over somewhere far away, as far away from her mother in law. Surely his lawyer was going to call sometime in the week now that Jonathan was buried.

Athandwe was applying lotion on her body in her room. She put on her night dress when she was done and went to the front room for a glass of red wine. She needed it after the long and depressing day she had. As about to sip the bitter and drier dark fruit flavour she saw a shadow standing in the room. It struck in a second to know what it was. She screamed and dropped down the glass, the wine spewing on the white leather couches. She grabbed the keys from the table and ran to the garage. Before starting the ignition, the shadow broke the window. It grabbed her hair trying to pull her out of the car, but Athandwe started the ignition and reversed out of the garage. 

Athandwe needed to get away from the house. So the shadow would follow and leave her children alone. She was driving to North Rynie to see Elizabeth. Athandwe believed she must be upset with her for something, otherwise the demon wouldn’t have tried to kill her. Whatever Elizabeth was resentful about Athandwe hoped she could stop the wrath of the demon by asking for her forgiveness.

After less than a thirty minutes drive, Athandwe, in her night dress knocked on Elizabeth’s door as a police officer. She received no response, and she took the spare key under the doormat and opened the door.

“Elizabeth!” Athandwe called her out, as she strode to her bedroom. She was familiar with her house because she’d been there countless times with Jonathan. Through family dinners and casual visits.

“Elizabeth, please wake up!” Athandwe shook her to wake up, but Elizabeth didn’t.

When she finally did, it wasn’t Elizabeth. The demon had possessed her body. Her eyes were glazing grey when she pushed Athandwe to the floor with her palm. It was another abomination the pychic must’ve forgotten to mention. Now she didn’t know how to stop it without harming Elizabeth.

“I don’t understand,” said Athandwe, being brave as she got up from the floor. “Why do you want to kill me because I haven’t upset her?”

It giggled demonically as it was, stepping closer to Athandwe. The monstrous creature had no mercy for a human beings. Let alone to be sensitive over them.

“You and the old woman knows about my existence, and that something I don’t like,” said the demon in a demonic voice. “Now that I’d taken care of her you’re next.”

Athandwe’s heart drummed to find out Doris was dead. The demon had started off with her before visiting Athandwe’s home. She realises that there’s no other choice than to kill Elizabeth’s body, and by doing that was also killing Elizabeth. She threw all the cosmetics on the night stand for distraction. She remembered Elizabeth had a gun in the safe at the lounge. She escaped the demon from the bedroom and ran to the lounge. The combination of the safe was Jonathan’s name. It opened and she grabbed the revolver quickly.

Athandwe turned back and the demon was already at the lounge. When it sprang to attack her, she pulled the trigger aiming the head. Gone and Elizabeth dead.

A few weeks later, Athandwe had inherited Jonathan and Elizabeth’s assets. She sold the business and the properties Jonathan owned. She’d all the money to start over with her children, and they didn’t waste no time moving to another province.