THE EXORCISM OF DUSTY
I graduated from high school in 1984: A Thornton Township H.S. alum. One of my very best friends, Anthony Thompson, had graduated the year before and gone on to Southern Illinois University at Carbondale. Him going there, and the fact that they had just won the NCAA Division 1-AA national football championship, made that my destination as well. I enrolled and got settled. Everything was going fine for a few weeks, but that was about to change.
My ro...ommate's name was Dusty. He was cool, and even funny, but his side of the room was a mess! He'd leave half eaten bowls of soup under his bed, along with dirty clothes and who knows what else. I didn't care much about that, because it was on his side of the room. Our problems started with a promised ride back to Chicago.
He'd told me that he would drive me back home for a visit if I paid him - no problem.
I got the money together, and started making calls home for my girlfriend and family to expect me. When that Friday came I got out of class and headed back to the dorms for my trip. When I got there I found out that Dusty was already gone. He'd taken two "new" friends in my place and jetted. I was pissed! I sat around that weekend thinking about how to make him pay. The one thing that came to mind was the fact that Dusty was religious. His beliefs would be my weapon!
When Dusty came back on Sunday I ignored him. I ignored him for a few days after that too. Then, one night, he came into our room and found burning candles everywhere. In the center of the floor was a poster board with an encircled pentagram drawn on it. It also had the phrases "Die Dusty Die" written over and over! I was hiding under his bed and I swear I saw his eyes pop out! He slammed the door and ran! He went to get the Resident Assistants (RA's). When they came back to check on his story the door opened, all the candles and pentagrams were gone, and I was sitting on my bed reading like nothing had happened. They blew him off and left.
Dusty came back to the room about 10 minutes later, and all of the candles and things were back. His eyes popped out again, and once again he ran. He went to get the RA's and some other students, and once again when they got to the room it was clear. This time Dusty brought a bible with him. I rolled my eyes up in my head like a possessed person and he threw the bible at me. I don't know how, but I caught it. I flipped it open, and when I opened my eyes it was at Revelations. In a demonic growl I started reading about the number of the beast and they ran! Dusty spent that night in the Dorm's lounge, calling evangelist students and asking for an exorcist. The next day I went to class. When I got back to the room, Dusty's things were gone. He quit college that day and went home. I didn't get my ride home, but I'd exorcized Dusty from my room.
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