In the spirit of Halloween, and to celebrate, I've posted a micro-length short story below for the 99 words of horror contest.
Father Doherty stood beside the door, his ear pressed to the cold wood. Grunts, groans and the odd scream emanated from the room beyond and he nodded approvingly. The doubts he harboured at the young priests ability to conduct the ritual seemed unfounded, and he opened the door to watch him in action, only to roll his eyes in dismay at the sight of the woman sweating on the treadmill.
“Father Freer,” he shouted, addressing the man with the whip stood behind the woman. “This isn’t what I had in mind when I asked you to exorcise the demon!”