Hell Calling II by Enrique Laso Read Free Book Online

myriad of papers and photographs that were lying on the floor while Elena opened boxes and examined their contents.
    "Am I the only one who's noticed a drop in temperature?" said Rodrigo, after ten minutes of intense work.
    "No, I've noticed it too," replied Elena, without looking up from the notebook she had in her hands.
    "Should I bring in the equipment?" suggested Andrés.
    "No way! Let's  keep going. We're on the right track," decided the parapsychologist.
    Not five minutes later, the room started to shake, as if the flat was the epicentre of a low-intensity earthquake.
    "Fuckin' hell!" exclaimed Rodrigo.
    "This is the compass Elena was talking about." "I think what we need right now is a seismograph and a good helmet," added Andrés, who had feared something like this would happen.
    The parapsychologist did not heed their comments or the cracking walls. She'd just found a small book with a black cover, in the centre of which there was a golden pentagram.
    "Elena, this is getting seriously scary, we've gotta get out of here!" cried Rodrigo.
    The door had slammed shut and the books, papers and photos that had been lying on the floor were now flying about the room, as if caught up in a hurricane. Many objects were hitting the parapsychologist on the head or on her back, but she could not feel anything: she was deep in concentration, reading a page marked by a tiny fold in a corner.
    "Elena, let's get out of here, right now!"
    She made a gesture, as if the increasing shaking and the flying stuff did not bother her in the least.
    "We got it!  We got it!  Gotcha! Now I curse thee !"
    Andrés and Rodrigo dragged Elena out. She was clutching the little black book and she howled as if possessed. Between them, both men barely managed to open the door and run out of Carlos's flat, carrying Elena by her shoulders and her legs. By the time they reached the street, the three of them were exhausted, bruised and covered in a fine dust veneer.
    "We've had a miraculous escape," said Andrés, who'd just sworn to himself never to set foot in that house ever again as long as he lived.
    Rodrigo let out a guttural scream that attracted the attention of the few people that were out at that time. 
    "Yes! Fuck! Yes! I've shat in my pants but it was well worth it to have an experience like that."
    "Well, at least we know who's the smart guy that'll pick up all the equipment from that bloody hellhole," murmured Andrés.
    Suddenly, both men turned their attention to the woman. She looked confused, as if in a trance. She seemed to be repeating something quietly, over and over, but it was impossible to make out what she was saying.
    "Elena, are you ok?" asked Rodrigo, scared but at the same time worried about her.
    "We're out to get you. We're out to get you. We're out to get you" replied the parapsychologist, clearly this time.

XVIII
    E steban and Father Salas were in the church, by the side of the main altar. There they had laid out various items that had belonged to Carlos and Laura, on a stand.
    "Will this be enough?" asked Esteban, who wished with all his soul that the ritual and every effort they were making would end up achieving something. 
    "I think so. This is the first time in my life that I've done this kind of exorcism. To be honest, I feel very insecure and lost, but God gives me confidence."
    The priest was wearing the same white chasuble and the purple stole that he'd worn in Mexico, in his long gone days as an exorcist. It had not been easy for him to don those protective garments again.
    "What am I supposed to do now?"
    Father Salas gave Esteban a book open at a particular page.
    "Pray.  You must repeat these psalms over and over while I do the rest of the work."
    "I will."
    "Please, start reading. The exorcism has just begun."
    Esteban was nervous and restless. His broken voice would hardly fill the temple, which was absolutely empty. Meanwhile, Father Salas began sprinkling Carlos's and Laura's belongings, whilst tightly