Exorcism Stories | The First Wife | A Tale of The Exorcist

 

I find myself drawn to countless exorcism stories, each one more chilling than the last. They offer a rare glimpse into the supernatural, a peek behind the curtain of the known world. This fascination often leads me to explore these tales in depth, though I frequently find myself unsettled by what I discover. The deeper I delve into exorcism stories, the more conflicted I become. My rational mind tells me these are mere fabrications, perhaps even tools of religious persuasion. But that’s where I hesitate. It's a fine line, after all, between curiosity and stepping into territory best left alone.

Despite my reservations, I can't deny the allure of these terrifying tales. There's a certain thrill in them, a dark excitement that keeps me coming back for more. And isn’t that what we’re all here for? The thrill of the unknown, the rush of fear?

Exorcism Stories: The Haunting Victim

Karan had always been a fearless man, a solid figure in his thirties, known for his unshakable confidence. Yet, the once peaceful sanctuary of his home had turned into a nightmare. Sleepless nights had become the norm, and he found himself surrounded by a growing number of inexplicable phenomena. Objects moved on their own, floating in the air as if manipulated by invisible hands. The air was heavy with an unsettling energy.

The chaos was relentless. Items would crash to the floor without warning, shattering the silence and Karan's nerves. The curtains would sway and billow as if caught in a ghostly breeze, even though every door and window in the house was securely closed. It was as if the house had come alive, rebelling against him. Karan found himself living in a state of constant anxiety, unable to relax. He kept every light in the house blazing, hoping to illuminate whatever lurked in the shadows.

Despite his best efforts to dismiss it as his imagination, Karan couldn't shake the feeling that he was not alone. Every night, as he tried to sleep, he was plagued by terrifying nightmares. Each dream was more vivid and horrifying than the last, with the same theme repeating: a faceless figure trying to kill him in his sleep. The dreams were so real that he could almost feel the cold steel of a knife against his skin, the suffocating pressure on his chest.

His once rational mind began to waver. Was this all in his head, or was there something more sinister at play? The boundary between reality and nightmare blurred, leaving Karan trapped in a waking terror. Every shadow seemed to hide a threat, every noise a possible danger. He knew he needed to find answers, or the unknown force in his home would consume him completely.

One sunny afternoon, Karan made up his mind to tackle the unsettling disturbances in his home. Certain that his house was haunted, he sought out a renowned pandit known for his exceptional skills in exorcism.

The day came when the pandit was scheduled to visit Karan’s home to investigate the eerie happenings. Karan greeted him warmly, showing him to the drawing room before stepping away to get some water. As he prepared to serve the pandit, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety, hoping that this expert would finally bring some clarity to the mysterious events plaguing his home.

The Woman

Just as the pandit was settling in, anticipating Karan's return, he was taken aback when a woman unexpectedly entered the room. 

The pandit had not noticed her arrival and was momentarily stunned. As she approached him and stood beside his chair, he almost called out, "Hello!"

She moved closer, her demeanor anything but courteous, and eventually, she responded with a bluntness that caught him off guard.

“Who are you?”

“I am Karan’s friend.”

 the pandit meekly replied.Seeing that the pandit was still groping for an answer, she replied rather bluntly.

“I am his wife, the first one I think.”

The Pandit looked at her quizzically, wondering what made her say that, when Karan walked in with a glass of water. Turning to face him, he lifted the glass, drinking he said,

“Do you have any kids?”

“No, none. I live alone in the house.”

The priest nearly sputtered on his drink, his throat seizing as he coughed repeatedly. Glancing sideways at the woman beside him, an unsettling shiver crept up the back of his neck. It dawned on him that he had been conversing with a spectral presence for some time.Maintaining his composure, accustomed as he was to encounters with the supernatural, he inquired, “And what of your wife?”

“She passed away a year ago.” 

 The Haunting Truth

The pandit cast a furtive glance at her once more. Her face was a mask of disdain as she regarded Karan. He took a deep breath and asked:

“I must apologize for prying into matters beyond our understanding, but could you tell me how she met her end?”

“She was killed by him!” 

The woman's voice cut through, though Karan couldn’t see or hear her. He continued with a nonchalant tone:

“It was a suicide—a tragic incident.”

The comment was a sharp attempt to dismiss the pandit’s questions. Yet, as an exorcist, it was essential for the pandit to reveal that the restless spirit haunting the house was indeed Karan’s first wife, seeking closure.

The pandit asked the spectral presence why she lingered in the house. Her answer was clear: she sought redemption, and justice was the key to her salvation.

Sharing these revelations with a stunned Karan, the pandit requested a full account of the situation. As Karan detailed the complexities of his life, the pandit uncovered a tangled web of deceit. Karan had been carrying on an affair in a distant city, resulting in a child. The duplicity had escalated until Karan’s first wife discovered the betrayal. In her anguish, she ended her own life. The truth was that Karan had driven her to this desperate act, a dark secret that had remained concealed until now.