UNCLEAN

Inspired by True Events — The Michael Taylor Exorcism (1974)

De: Ted Lazaris

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

EDITORIAL REVIEW

Unclean is a chilling, restraint-driven work of documented horror that transforms a real exorcism case into something far more disturbing than possession — a story about correction, community, and the quiet violence of imposed order. Ted Lazaris crafts terror not through spectacle but through irreversible human cost, delivering a psychologically devastating narrative where faith, love, and resistance are methodically realigned. The result is intelligent, body-level horror that lingers long after the final cold memorandum declares the town “settled.”


UNCLEAN
Inspired by True Events — The Michael Taylor Exorcism (1974)
“It left the body. It did not leave the house.”

Father Matthew Hale has performed rites before.
He has seen seizures mistaken for demons.
Grief mistaken for curses.
Faith mistaken for madness.
He has never seen a body bend the wrong way without breaking.
The man is strapped to a rusted bed frame in a borrowed bedroom. Rope cuts into swollen wrists. His jaw dislocates mid-prayer. When he speaks, the sound does not match the movement of his lips. It crawls from deeper — wet, layered, crowded.
Doctors stand at the door with folded arms.
The bishop warns: do not escalate.
The ritual begins at dusk.
For thirteen sanctioned hours, scripture is shouted into a throat that answers with names no one recognizes. The man’s fingernails tear off against the wood. His back arches so violently the mattress frame splinters. At one point, every candle in the room extinguishes at once — not blown out, but pressed flat, as if suffocated.
Near dawn, something changes.
The man begins to smile.
Not in relief.
In recognition.
When the final prayer is spoken, his body collapses. Pulse weak. Breathing shallow. Silence absolute.
Father Hale believes it is finished.
By midnight, the bedroom walls are layered in arterial spray.
The violence is not frenzy.
It is methodical.
Deliberate.
As if something unfamiliar is testing muscle and bone for the first time.
Police photographs show fingernail marks inside the victim’s throat — not defensive wounds, but insertion.
The accused is found hours later wandering the street naked, skin cold, eyes vacant, whispering, “It’s quieter now.”
The Church retreats.
The town fractures.
And Father Hale begins to notice the house has not emptied.
The hallway air feels thick. The crucifix above the staircase now hangs upside down, though no one admits touching it. The bedroom door — sealed by police — breathes inward and outward at night.
Exorcism is not removal.
It is invitation.
Something left the man.
Something remained in the walls.
And something new has learned how to move.
UNCLEAN is a savage descent into sanctioned ritual, institutional denial, and the horror of realizing the rite did not fail.
It succeeded.
It just chose the wrong host.