A curse passed from generation to generation. A monster fills your soul. If you let it take control it will kill all who you love. Unless you go to the world of the living dead. Where you meet the witch to find a way to get the curse lifted.

I felt it clawing at my throat to let me give up control. To let him have his way. I pushed him down. A burning in my heart told me he was clutching it with Hell Fire I screamed and said the Saint Micheal Prayer. 

St. Michael the Archangel,
defend us in battle.
Be our defense against the wickedness and snares of the Devil.
May God rebuke him, we humbly pray,
and do thou,
O Prince of the heavenly hosts,
by the power of God,
thrust into hell Satan,
and all the evil spirits,
who prowl about the world
seeking the ruin of souls. Amen..

The pain subsided. I sighed. Thank the God.