I was born at twenty-four weeks gestation. The fact, I survived made headlines. I was the only child to survive such an early birth. My parents were so proud of me.

To them, I was their treasure. I was everything they had ever wished for. Growing up, my life was full of love and admiration. 

The day of my sixteenth birthday was supposed to be a happy one. I expected to wake to my joyful parents, decorations on the ceiling, the smell of a freshly baked chocolate cake in the air. However, today was different. 

Momma was pacing back in forth like a caged animal. I could see she looked panicked from across the hall. "What are we going to do, Stanley?" her voice was low as she spoke quickly. "We can't revoke the deal."

My father was sitting at the kitchen table, his head in his hands. He bounced his leg up and down. I could tell he was anxious. So far, mom and dad didn't know I was listening. 

I cleared my throat letting them aware of my presence. Mom looked up at me, worry on her face. She quickly walked over to me and grabbed me by the shoulders.

She anxiously fidgeted with her fingers as she led me to the table to have a seat. Looking up at my mother, I could tell she was at a loss for words. My parents were so anxious, I began to feel the same way.

My mom sat down before me and she decided to tell me a secret. It was one my family had been hiding for years. When mom and dad married, they so badly wanted a child. 

After suffering seven miscarriages and one stillbirth, my parents started to lose hope. I was a surprise pregnancy.  This pregnancy lasted the longest and once again they began to feel hopeful.

At twenty-four weeks, mom woke up to horrible cramps and diarrhea. Her body told her it was time. They would give anything for me to live. They prayed so many times and the prayers were unanswered. 

This was their last hope. They made a deal with something supernatural. Whoever, it was was not good. Momma explained my spirit was weak and through the possession, the spirit saved my life.

It laid dormant for sixteen years, regaining its strength,  and tonight at the stroke of midnight it will awaken. It will become a part of me, It will control my actions and my whereabouts in the dead of night.

Mother grabbed my hand and assured me everything would be alright. The priest would be here soon to expel the spirit. 

The day went by quietly. I could only linger on the words my mother had said. This must be some elaborate joke. When the priest arrived he shook my hand. Handing me holy water, he demanded I drank it. I did as he told. I didn't feel any different nothing was odd. 

The day went by of being read bible verses. I watched closely as my room was being redecorated. Bible pages were plastered on the walls and on the door as I sat quietly on my bed.

This whole scenario seemed odd to me. I waited until they finished and watched as the priest left. With the redecorating taking all day, the night was soon upon us.

Momma locked my bedroom door behind me and from outside she sprinkled salt. Time passed and I hadn't felt any different than I had before. I fell alseep, with my mind tired from today's events.

I awoke to the sound of police car sirens. The voices yelling told me to come out with my hands up. I rubbed my eyes and looked around my room. I saw that my door was opened.

Confused I stood up and stretched. Still half asleep, I walked downstairs calmly to see a police officer pointing their guns at me.

"Amilia," they said," you are under arrest for the suspected murder of Jane and Ray Wilson." I stood there in shock. I murdered my parents? I looked down at my gown to see my dress soaked in blood. 

The price of my life, was deeper then they thought.