My son sat there in his new wheelchair crying, unable to speak, but at least god would now let him into the kingdom of heaven. I had done everything I could to make sure he was accepted, even if it meant he would never be the same again.
As I watched my son, I felt a chill run down my spine. I had thought that the electroshock conversion therapy was the only way to save my son, but I had been wrong. The priest had warned me that the procedure could have unexpected consequences, but I had not listened.
The next day, my son’s condition had worsened. He was no longer able to move his limbs and he had stopped speaking. I was sure that this was a sign of the devil’s work, but I had no choice but to accept it.
I had to take my son to the church every day for prayers and blessings, but nothing seemed to help. I was desperate, so I asked the priest what I should do. He told me that I should take my son to the graveyard at midnight and perform a ritual.
I followed the priest’s instructions and took my son to the graveyard. As we approached the graveyard, I noticed a strange glow emanating from the ground. I was about to turn back when I heard a voice in my son’s head. It was the voice of the devil, telling my son to accept his fate and come with him.
My son had no choice but to obey the devil’s orders. I watched in horror as my son was dragged away into the darkness. I never saw him again and I never knew what happened to him. All I can do now is pray that he is in a better place.
