Horrific Exorcism cases
The world of exorcism is fraught with stories of terror and resilience, particularly when individuals are targeted by powerful entities that wreak havoc on their lives. The exorcist team, comprised of experienced specialists in demonology, history, and spiritual warfare, has encountered some of the most harrowing cases of possession and oppression. These cases often involve individuals who have been physically, emotionally, and spiritually tormented by malevolent forces, leaving them isolated and desperate for help.
Extreme Exorcism cases
From homes plagued by violent 'Geists' to deeply personal cases of demonic attachment, the team’s work goes beyond rituals—it’s about restoring hope and humanity to those affected.
Each case requires extensive research, spiritual intervention, and unfaltering compassion. These horrific encounters often leave a lasting impact, not only on the victims but also on the team members who risk everything to confront the darkness. Their stories reveal the true cost—and triumph—of battling evil.
Horrific Cases
The case of the Kineingeist, a demonic entity known for its ability to move and manipulate physical objects and people with violent force, remains one of the most harrowing examples of supernatural aggression. This particular incident involved a young family of three—a mother, father, and their infant child—who were targeted in their home by the entity. The assaults began subtly with flickering lights and objects moving slightly out of place, but the activity quickly escalated to life-threatening violence.
One night, the family was subjected to a chilling attack. Both parents were flung across the room with immense force, resulting in broken ribs and severe bruising. The infant, asleep in their crib, was lifted into the air and thrown onto the bed, narrowly avoiding serious harm. As the parents scrambled to protect their child, the furniture in the room began to move erratically, eventually being dragged into an adjacent room and stacked unnaturally. The family was left physically injured and emotionally shattered
Over the weeks that followed, the psychological toll of the attacks became apparent. The parents experienced severe depression, insomnia, and feelings of hopelessness, while the baby exhibited signs of distress and frequent inconsolable crying. The family reached out to a local exorcist team, who identified the entity as a Kineingeist—a rare and malevolent spirit fueled by chaos and fear.
The team, led by exorcist Ralph Keeton, performed a series of rituals to expel the entity. Holly’s research uncovered a history of domestic violence in the house from decades prior, which the Kineingeist had latched onto as a source of energy. Through blessings, prayers, and the strategic use of relics, the entity was successfully banished. Though the family recovered, the scars of the experience remain a testament to the destructive power of such malevolent forces.
Deadly Force
In the shadowy recesses of an aging countryside manor, a poltergeist waged a campaign of auditory terror so horrific that it left even the most skeptical minds trembling. Known among those who dared speak of it as "The Screaming Phantom," this entity did not rely on visible apparitions or physical manifestations. It orchestrated its chaos through sound—a cacophony of confusion, fear, and dread that drove its victims to the brink of madness.
The haunting began innocuously, as so many do. Residents of the manor—an old, sprawling home repurposed as a boarding house—first noticed faint, far-off noises. At odd hours of the night, a soft tapping would emerge from the walls, like skeletal fingers drumming against hollow wood. The sound was faint enough to dismiss as the creaks and groans of an aging house. Yet, as the days passed, it grew louder, sharper, and more deliberate. What started as harmless taps escalated into an unrelenting barrage of knocks, echoing from every corner of the house.
The residents began to feel hunted by the sounds. They would rush to one end of the corridor, convinced the source was near, only for the noise to vanish and reappear behind them. Doors slammed with deafening force in empty rooms. Footsteps thundered overhead, as if a crowd of unseen figures were marching through the attic. But when the attic was searched, it was always empty—silent, save for the faint creak of floorboards as though mocking their efforts.
Then came the whispers. At first, they were barely audible—a susurration that seemed to rise and fall within the walls themselves. People reported hearing their names spoken softly, almost lovingly, only to turn and find no one there. But the whispers grew louder, more insistent, and cruel. They would taunt the residents, repeating their fears back to them in a voice that was neither male nor female but something altogether unnatural. "You won’t sleep tonight," it would murmur. "You’ll never leave."
The crescendo of horror came with the screams. Blood-curdling, agonized wails would erupt without warning, shattering the stillness of the night. The screams seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, reverberating through the halls with an intensity that made the walls tremble. Residents covered their ears, but the sound seemed to penetrate flesh and bone, lodging itself in their minds. The most chilling aspect was the nature of the screams—they carried the unmistakable timbre of human suffering. Some swore they heard the cries of a woman in pain, others the guttural wails of a man in torment. But what was most terrifying was how personal the screams felt, as though they were tailored to each listener's deepest fears.
Attempts to banish the poltergeist were futile. Paranormal investigators brought in audio equipment, hoping to capture evidence of the sounds, but their recordings were always corrupted by static or bizarre distortions. Clergy were called to bless the house, but their prayers were drowned out by mocking laughter that seemed to erupt from the very walls.The team, led by exorcist Ralph Keeton, worked on a series of rituals to expel this Poltergeist. Holly’s research uncovered a history ofsadistic violence in the house from decades prior, which the dominant male had latched onto as a source of energy. Through the strategic use of relics, the entity was successfully banished. No one has truly forgotten this entities work
Fascinated by terror
Fire Terror
In the shadowy depths of the decaying Hollow Pines Forest, the Pyrogeist is whispered about in hushed tones—a vengeful spirit born from fire and fury. Legend tells of a young woman, Maren, burned alive centuries ago after being falsely accused of witchcraft. Her screams mingled with the crackle of flames, and as the fire consumed her, she cursed the villagers who condemned her. What remained after the blaze was no longer human but a manifestation of her wrath: the Pyrogeist. The Pyrogeist is no ordinary specter. It thrives on chaos, feeding on the fear and suffering of those who dare trespass into its domain. It appears as a flickering silhouette of smoke and embers, its form unstable, crackling with bursts of fiery rage. The air grows suffocatingly hot in its presence, and the smell of charred flesh lingers long after it vanishes. When it moves, the forest ignites in its wake—trees erupt into flames, leaves turn to ash, and shadows dance wildly in the inferno.
Its most terrifying trait, however, is its malevolent intelligence. The Pyrogeist toys with its victims, luring them deeper into the woods with phantom lights or whispers that sound like the voices of lost loved ones. When it strikes, it does so with sadistic precision, trapping its prey in a ring of unquenchable fire. The flames seem alive, twisting and closing in as the Pyrogeist watches, its ember eyes glowing with cruel delight.
Though many have tried to banish it, all efforts have failed. The Pyrogeist cannot be extinguished—it is eternal, a living inferno fueled by hatred and pain. Travelers who venture near Hollow Pines are warned to carry no flames, for even the smallest spark can awaken the Pyrogeist, and where it appears, nothing but ashes remain.
Given a MR CAT 1 rating due to its various levels of activity and frequency with disturbances. One person was severely attacked resulting in fire injuries.
The Animal?
Deep within the fog-choked moors in Yorkshire, whispers speak of The Black Wolf like animal, a creature neither beast nor man, its existence shrouded in mystery and dread. Local lore describes it as a grotesque amalgamation of predator and prey—its sinewy body covered in matted fur, its limbs unnaturally long and bent at impossible angles. Eyes glowing like molten gold pierce the darkness, while a maw lined with jagged, uneven teeth emits a sound between a growl and a mournful wail.
The Wretch is said to stalk its victims in silence, its movements eerily fluid, as though sliding through the air. Strange claw marks and hoofprints are found near the bodies of its prey, which remain untouched but drained of all warmth. The villagers speak of its gaze—a paralyzing stare that freezes the soul. Those who’ve survived its presence refuse to speak of what they saw, their silence more chilling than any tale.
Passed into our hands due to the nature of the activity being produced, particularly around the family.
Given a MR CAT 2 rating due to its various levels of activity and frequency with disturbances. Bitten, scratched and visually aware, this entity is still today terrifying.
When darkness thinks
The darkness in the house began small—a flicker in the corner of the living room that no one noticed. The Sullivan family had just moved into the old colonial farmhouse, eager for a fresh start. But the shadows were already there, waiting. At first, it was subtle: lights dimmed inexplicably, and the corners of rooms seemed to stretch farther than the walls should have allowed. At night, the blackness outside the windows pressed against the glass like a living thing, thick and impenetrable.
Then came the silhouettes..
It was the youngest, who saw them first. She woke her mother one night, trembling and pale, whispering about "people in the dark." the mother dismissed it as a child's nightmare—until she saw them herself. At first, just one: a human-shaped shadow standing at the bottom of the staircase, motionless and silent. It didn't move, but Mom felt its eyes—if it had any—boring into her. When she blinked, it was gone. Soon, they multiplied. The silhouettes appeared in mirrors, lingering just behind the family’s reflections. They hovered at the edges of vision, dissolving when anyone turned to look directly. No amount of light could banish them; the brighter the rooms, the darker the shadows became. The family could feel them too—a cold, oppressive presence that sapped the air of warmth. The smell of damp soil and decay began to permeate the house, no matter how much Annie cleaned.
The nights were the worst. The silhouettes no longer stayed at the edges. They moved closer. One evening, as a boy who had called round to visit, sat in the kitchen, the shadow of a hand stretched across the table—long, thin, and claw-like. He bolted upright, but the shadow lingered, unmoving, as if daring him to react. That night, the yougest's screams echoed through the house. When Mom rushed to her daughter’s room, she found her huddled in the corner, pointing at the shadows crawling up the walls like living ink.
The family tried to leave, but the darkness followed. It clung to them, growing more aggressive, whispering in unknown tongues. The silhouettes began to mimic their forms—distorted, twisted versions of themselves, staring back with hollow eyes. The Sullivans realized too late: the shadows didn’t haunt the house.
They haunted them.
Given a MR CAT 2 rating due to its various levels of activity and frequency with disturbances.Severe mental trauma has resulted.
A Devilish streak
The case of Arthur Greaves and the haunting of Blackstone Manor has perplexed investigators for decades. What began as a series of inexplicable events has led many to suspect that Greaves himself was no ordinary man, but a devil in disguise. Historical records and eyewitness accounts paint a chilling picture. Arthur Greaves purchased Blackstone Manor in 1897, a sprawling estate with a history of strange deaths. Within months of his arrival, the surrounding townspeople reported unnatural occurrences. Livestock were found mutilated, crops withered overnight, and the manor exuded a palpable sense of dread. Visitors who entered the home described an overwhelming heat, the smell of brimstone, and a feeling of being watched.
Greaves himself was enigmatic, rarely seen in daylight and noted for his piercing stare that many claimed “froze the soul.” Clergy who attempted to bless the property fell ill, and one priest reportedly collapsed, muttering, “He is not human.” Further evidence emerged after a fire consumed the manor in 1901. Among the ruins, investigators found symbols etched into the stone foundation—occult sigils linked to demonic worship. Greaves was never found, but locals claimed to see his silhouette in the flames, grinning as the house burned.
To this day, Blackstone Manor’s ruins remain untouched, and the legend of Arthur Greaves endures as a chilling possibility: the devil himself walking among men.
Given a MR CAT 2 rating due to its various levels of activity and frequency with disturbances.
