The Omniscrolls

Coming from a religious home, I spent most of my life seeing the world as black and white, good and evil, but as I reached my teens and started to follow the news, I was swallowed by the vast ocean of grey that surrounded me. People who preached the word of god, leaders who were meant to inspire us, artists who were supposed to give us hope—so many of them were the worst people imaginable. So many of them had ties with people who made such atrocities their line of work. It was not long before I began to question my faith, wondering what kind of higher power would turn their back on their creation’s suffering. My parents called my questioning blasphemous and refused to have a discussion on the topic. Even some of my friends were offended when I spoke to them about the subject. One of them said as a joke that maybe I should summon the Devil to see what they would say, but I took it seriously and decided to go ahead with it the following day. That same night, however, I was suddenly awake...

My sister, Rana, always struggled with strange experiences. She would often drift off mid-conversation and begin to wander off as if our discussions never even happened; on other occasions, we’d find her sleepwalking past locked doors. While these were not frequent at first, they became a common occurrence as she grew older. Grandma insisted that it was possession and said she needed to call her witch friend, Mina, but she was alone in her belief. My parents made an appointment for Rana with a specialist, but the treatment only seemed to work for a couple of days before she returned to her routine. Mom and Dad spent weeks checking with different doctors, but it was to no avail. Rana’s sleepwalking only escalated as time passed. One night, Mom put the door keys in a new safe she bought, but the next morning, she woke up to find the safe broken into and the front door fully open. Rana was thankfully not missing, and without harm; however, that same morning, we heard alarming news that ma...