He never explained how he got my address or why he chose me to share his story with. But the story was brutal.
It took me several long moments to open eyes that I didn’t remember closing and turn them towards the direction of the voice. It was still dark in the room – much darker than should have been possible, given that it was still the middle of the afternoon – and very little was visible. And yet there, in the corner of the room, I saw a shadow, just a touch blacker than the rest of the darkness around it, reaching for my mother.
Are there demons, or is this woman full of shit?
I seriously don’t know what to do…
“I did not even hesitate; I jumped out my window, and the moment I was out I heard the door to my room slam open and heard what I can only describe as a whispered scream of rage.”
They weren’t human: they were demons. Demons using the carnival setting to masquerade among the living. The more I looked at the crowd, the more otherworldly creatures I saw. The old woman in the wheelchair? A fiery beast on a chariot of thorns. The duo hitting on a pregnant woman? They were feathered beasts with crooked yellow teeth.
“I was convinced I saw Death that day.”
“At first I honestly thought this was a dumb high school prank to freak everyone out, but if that was what it was, she took it way too far.”
Convince yourself they’re not real all you want… just hope the spirits that cause this sort of thing don’t find you in the darkness.
Demons demand a certain amount of attention. If I ignore them, they don’t say anything, but they will multiply like a pathogen until there are so many of them they run out of room in me. When that happens, big groups of them will jump away at once and land on whatever is closest.