That face again. Something cold and small slithered into me. Dark, unearthly eyes stared with malignity, thin lips curving into a cruel smile. “I have you now,” the twisted mouth seemed to mock. The face was moving, I could feel an icy draught as it awoke and the animal grunt drew closer and closer. My heart thudded uncontrollably, and my limbs became numb. The entity hooked a nail in my
heart and began to pull me into a dark hollow dungeon. I can’t fall, I thought frantically. I refuse to give in.
For a Hindu it was seen as an honour to be possessed by a spirit of a benevolent deity. The spirit which possessed Preeti was far from benevolent. The entity took over her body, mind and spirit, unleashing terror to all around her. Based on a true story, we are left with the impression that suffering and heartache are painfully real in our modern day world, and in a Western European country. Preeti tells her fascinating story of years of pain and then glorious triumph.
