Deliver us from evil.
Until today, I thought only of those four little words as the closing to a comforting and familiar prayer I’ve known since childhood. After today, they will also forever be associated with this terrifying account of demonic possession the likes of which I can barely watch on my computer monitor. Opening in theaters today, Deliver Us From Evil is described as “an intense dramatization of actual events, following New York police detective Ralph Sarchie (Eric Bana) as he tries to solve a series of bizarre crimes. He turns to an unconventional priest (Edgar Ramirez) for help when it becomes clear the evil he is fighting is more spiritual than earthly.”
(shivering and fleeing to safe spot in back of closet for the rest of this post)
I plan to bring a vial of holy water with me to the theater.
And a crucifix.
AND AN EXTRA PAIR OF UNDERPANTS!
Thanks to our friends at Grace Hill Media, Mel and I are giving away prize packs to two lucky winners. Each pack contains the following items:
A copy of Officer Sarchie’s book Deliver Us From Evil (formerly Beware the Night, description found here)
A Deliver Us From Evil t-shirt
See that smiling idiot? She actually thinks she’ll be able to SLEEP in that shirt tonight. Of course, she’ll probably wake up levitating over her bed while blood trickles down the walls of her room.
Don’t do it, fool!
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Want to win a Deliver Us From Evil Prize Pack?
Click HERE to Enter!
The contest ends on Wednesday, July 9, 2014.
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When Mel and I first came up with this KWU prompt, I knew right away who I’d be calling for a story. My friend, Vanessa, experienced some seriously crazy chiz in an apartment she leased with her husband during their first year of marriage. The actual story is a rather lengthy and deeply disturbing one that I forced myself to cull down to fit the 57-or-less mold. Every word of it is (gulp) true.
Every day, lights flickered and knobs twisted independently. Pictures turned eschew. The thermostat inexplicably vacillated between 55 and 90. Fixtures fell from the ceiling and the armoire door swung open every night. At 3am precisely. A neighbor finally spoke up. The last tenant in the apartment had been gruesomely murdered. And the crime was never solved.
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For a quick explanation of this link-up, click here. In short, Mel and I will post a picture or video with a writing prompt on the 1st and 15th of every month. All you need to do is respond in 57 words or less. In any form. We love creativity. And, with each prompt, we’ll feature a writer from the previous link-up. Which reminds me …
Our esteemed Ketchup With Us Featured Writer for today is …
The Rules of Play
- Follow us on Twitter (Michele/Mel ) and Facebook (Michele /Mel).
- Post the ‘Ketchup With Us’ button (below) in your post.
- Link your entry’s URL to the linky at the bottom of one of our posts.
- Tweet your post to both of our handles with the hashtag #KetchupWithUs so we can RT you.
- Please turn off your captcha. It’s the right thing to do … and the tasty way to do it.
‘KETCHUP WITH US’ – Prompt #5
In 57 words or less, tell us a ghost story … real or fiction.
Oh, and ONE … MORE … THING! This week, Mel and I will choose two entrants to receive an autographed copy of ‘The Underwear Book’ by New York Times Best Selling Author Todd Parr. Simply SCARE THE PANTS OFF EVERYONE with your entry! So go. Go NOW! Seriously, what are you waiting for?!!?