The sixth: Don't trust the doctor.

3:15 AM. (Casey opened her eyes and looked at the wall clock; the time was 3:15 AM. Seeing the time, the girl jumped out of bed and, barely managing to open the door (which was locked at night), ran to the doctor's office, careful not to fall. When she reached the doctor's office, she saw the door was open. «Guess he's waiting,» she thought, and peeked inside. Doctor Schmidt was sitting in his chair, looking out the window and whispering something under his breath. Casey couldn't quite make it out, but she definitely heard«soon. soon,», «the sixth, she's the last.» This confused the girl a bit, but she coughed to get the doctor's attention.) Doctor:Oh? You're here already, Casey, you're a bit late. Casey:Sorry! I overslept. Doctor:No problem, come in, sit on the table. (After the doctor's words, Casey entered the office and sat on the examination table. As soon as Casey sat down, the doctor approached her and fastened her to the table with its straps, which he usually didn't do.) Casey:Uh. what are the straps for? Doctor:So you don't fall, of course! What if you feel very sick and fall on the floor? Casey:Ah. right. (The doctor smiled, and once he had firmly tied Casey to the table, he walked to the office door and locked it from the inside. This made Casey nervous.) Casey:Uh. the door. Doctor:What about the door? Are you scared or something? Casey:I. I'm not. Doctor:Sorry to interrupt you, Casey, but… it's a full moon tonight, and it's the last day to perform the ritual. and it's not easy to find a suitable person for it, but you're just right. (Hearing these words, Casey panicked intensely.) Casey:Wha. what! What ritual! What are you going to do to me! (The doctor ignored Casey's words and walked over to his desk.) Doctor:You're being loud; I'll have to gag you. (He took a rag from the desk, approached Casey, and stuffed it in her mouth. Now Casey was truly frightened. She tried to break free or scream, but she couldn't do either, and Doctor Schmidt simply didn't care about her attempts to escape.) Doctor:Don't worry too much, Casey, soon you'll become better than you are now, and. and you'll become perfect! So please, calm down. (The doctor walked to one of the cabinets and took out some bottles, bowls, a book, and a knife—the only thing Casey understood at that moment was that this would be a ritual—but what kind? She didn't know.) Doctor:Casey, you're probably wondering what this is and what it's for, right? (The doctor looked at the girl, smiling.) Doctor:Let me tell you a bit about my faith. I am a Satanist. And I believe that if I perform this ritual, I can summon a demon and make you perfect! Don't worry, your soul won't disappear completely, only half of it, and what happens after that. I honestly don't know, but we'll see. (After these words, Doctor Schmidt opened one of the bottles. Inside was a dark red liquid. The second bottle contained a liquid of a similar but lighter color.) Doctor:I'll tell you straight away, this one has the blood of previous victims. (The doctor pointed to the one he had opened, and Casey immediately felt nauseous, but she kept listening.) Doctor:And this one… (He pointed at the second bottle, not taking his eyes off Casey.) Doctor:… has their organs and bones. First, you must drink the blood, and then their ground-up bones and organs. (Now Casey was really feeling sick, but she tried to suppress the urge to vomit. Pouring some blood into one of the bowls, the doctor approached Casey.) Doctor:Look, either you drink this voluntarily and everything will be fine with you, or. I'll have to force you. What do you choose? (Casey was incredibly scared right now and clearly had no strength to resist, so she decided to drink it voluntarily and then try to escape.) Casey:I. I'll drink it voluntarily, Doctor… Doctor:Excellent answer. Open your mouth then. If you feel sick, don't worry, it's not a big deal. (Casey opened her mouth, and the doctor brought the bowl of blood to her lips. Fighting through the urge to vomit, Casey managed to drink all of the substance. As the doctor had said, she felt nauseous afterwards and almost threw up, but the doctor covered her mouth with his hands and didn't let her. Then he stepped away and poured into the second bowl the most disgusting thing one could imagine. Pouring about the same amount as in the previous bowl, he approached Casey and brought the bowl to her lips. The smell made her nauseous, and she pressed her lips together.) Doctor:Casey. Drink. (The doctor said this and pressed the bowl to her mouth. This time, she had to open up and drink it. As soon as all the liquid entered her mouth, she wanted to spit it out, but the doctor firmly held her mouth shut, and she had to swallow it, along with the vomit that came later.) Doctor:You're a trooper, you drank it all, completely! I'm even surprised you didn't resist. (Schmidt stuffed the rag back into Casey's mouth and walked over to his desk. From there, he took the book and started flipping through it. Once he found the right page, he grunted and picked up the ritual knife. Now Casey became truly terrified and started thrashing.) Doctor:Now, now, don't worry, everything will be fine with you. This won't hurt at all. (After these words, Doctor Schmidt approached Casey and, after marking where to make the incisions with a marker, got to work. The first cut was a circle on her sternum. Then, inside that same circle, he carved a star. On both sides of the circle, trying to be symmetrical, he carved some hieroglyphs, and below the circle itself, he carved a candle. For Casey, the pain seemed to last an eternity, and she felt like she was in hell, but it didn't end there.) (After the doctor finished carving, he went to get the book and returned to Casey. To be honest, Doctor Casey David Schmidt now looked like a crazy doctor from a horror movie. In one hand, he held the open ritual book, and in the other, the same knife. As soon as the doctor approached Casey, he lowered his eyes to the book and began to read. Casey couldn't make out what he was saying, as she felt very ill after everything he had done. But as soon as he finished reading, he raised the knife above Casey and, with a speed so fast she couldn't even react, plunged it into the center of the circle he had drawn. The girl didn't even squeak; she just closed her eyes and stopped breathing.) Doctor:What! It didn't work! I prepared for so long! Could it be that the Devil didn't appreciate my loyalty. (Disappointed that the ritual had failed, the doctor decided to just clean everything up and bury the body in the shelter's garden. After finishing putting away the items and wiping the blood off the floor, he went to pull the knife out of Casey's sternum. As soon as he grabbed the handle of the knife, a hand grabbed his—a thin but very strong hand, with claws and covered in blood. A hand! Wait, whose hand was that, if not his? The doctor raised his head and saw Casey, or not quite her.) Doctor:It worked! It worked, the Devil acknowledged my devotion! (He shouted, and at that very moment, sharp claws pierced through his chest, tearing out his heart. The doctor fell to the floor without a pulse. Casey got off the table and looked at the lifeless body of the man she had considered a father. She was enraged and. couldn't contain the demon that had merged with her soul.) (Everyone in the shelter was killed or eaten by the uncontrollable girl possessed by a demon. Walking through the shelter's hallways, everything was covered in blood, organs, and bodies. And then she heard a sob. In an instant, she reached the source of the sound with wild speed and saw there. Mira and Mila. Seeing her, horror froze in their eyes. Mira was shielding and holding Mila close, and Mila, clinging tightly to her twin sister, was trying to calm down. Casey couldn't bring herself to touch them and so simply left.) (When the police arrived at the shelter and saw the genocide that had occurred there, and after hearing the witnesses«statements, they decided that the twins had simply gone insane and killed everyone, so they arrested the twins and sent them to a psychiatric hospital for inmates. And Casey, or rather Sixth now, began to wander the country, looking for other victims…).»