Demon Orgy

The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own.

We had just moved into this house, and the previous owner left in a hurry, lots of stuff littered every room. Some of it useful, some of it, not so much.

Something she left behind stood out to me immediately. There were clear, or white crystals, in every room, especially in the master bedroom, surrounding a vanity mirror she left behind.

I glanced in the mirror and saw a screaming woman looking back at me. I stumbled against the wall, blinking my eyes. I looked again, the image was gone, it was just me.

I went to sleep later that night. My husband was working in the attic, as he often does, he has always been a night owl.

I dreamed this man-like thing was flirting with me. He said many sweet things to me with that silver tongue. He promised me endless pleasure, as he reached out, to gently brush against one my breasts. I say man-like because he didn't look exactly human, he had horns and his flesh was red.

Suddenly, there were many beings there, copulating with sighs and coos of pleasure. He was suddenly naked, his large phallus hard, as he kept his hand on my suddenly bare breasts. I slapped his hand away, and he merely smiled, then laughed.

I remember wondering in the dream if this was some sort of mystic or alien world. Honestly, I try not to judge appearances of anything or anyone. One of the beings, who seemed female, was lying down, copulating with another being, but she was crying, her face filled with fear.

I woke up, and stumbled to our bathroom, to empty my bladder. When I returned to the bedroom, I caught an image in the mirror, it was the same woman, except in excruciating pain, and covered in blood. Her face morphed into mine.

I screamed.

My husband woke up with a start, my dream spilled out of me. He didn't know what to say, as I picked up a rosary I hadn't touched for fifteen years, since my mother was dying, and we prayed over her hospice bed.

I called my sister, who plainly said, it was a demon. I denied it. She pointed out his horns and red flesh. Once she said this aloud, it seemed so obvious.

But, it was a dream, not the mirror. My sister observed that I looked into the mirror and that was enough.

I do not believe in sin. If someone steals food because they have none, is that a sin? I don't think so, however, I do believe in evil. This was it. This was my first experience encountering it.

In my experience with Catholicism, which I abandoned in my teen years, supposedly my father underwent an exorcism. He and my mother belonged to a charismatic group that regularly spoke in tongues, he had a freak-out and went away for a while. This was before I was born. My family spoke of it, only in whispers, not around him. I had personally dismissed the notion, assuming he had suffered a nervous breakdown because he had five children, and we were poor. Now I wondered...

I have also had the stance about things like Ouija boards, and summoning things, just because you want to see if works. Think about this for a long moment. What if it does work? What are you going to do? Do you actually have any clue what to do?

My sister came over to our house, and immediately zeroed in on the mirror as a portal to an afterlife, or a parallel universe, where anything seemed possible, especially the scariest of the terrifying.

We purified the house with sage, cedar, sweetgrass, and tobacco. We placed symbols on the windows in each direction of the house (north, south, east, and west) protecting each direction.

We moved the mirror out of the house. We debated briefly about what to do with it. She wanted me to throw it away, but I was uncomfortable doing this, afraid of passing along this portal to others, like the prior owner of the house did to us.

We were carrying it down the front steps, when I dropped the corner I was carrying, scattering the mirror into tiny pieces.

Oh, hell!

What now, I asked, seven years of bad luck?

My dear sister shrugged, suggesting that destroying it might bring good luck instead.

I chuckled a bit. We are just making this up as we go along, aren't we? She laughed too, nodding.

I sighed, remarking that I'd had a glimpse into an afterlife I want no part of...