One of the classes I read The Exorcist for was about Urban Legends, so we also read The Devil Came to St. Louis, which is the non-fiction account of the case that inspired the book. In that case it was a young boy, and the event started in Baltimore, but the family brought him to St. Louis where the exorcism was carried out over weeks.
It was a creepy, and exhausting, tale. Reading the book gave an insight the the movie couldn't, and that was the long arduous process, full of repetition and abuse.
I'm not even religious, but it does seem that this kind of satanic horror can still do a number on me. After watching those two episodes the other night, extremely late, I came to bed and the dogs were acting weird. Seriously, my little one was laying next to my head staring at me. Every time I opened my eyes she was right there creeping me out. With the show running through my head, I had this feeling of a dark presence.
Probably doesn't help that my other dog, who instead of staring at me was walking around the bed and jumping off and on, is a black dog named Crowley. He is named after the demons in both Neil Gaiman's Good Omens and in Mark Shepard's character in Supernatural.
So yeah, the show can get into your head.
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