I'm Possessed by a Demon

I didn’t know what was happening at first.

I assumed it was stress.

I would find myself talking in front of a mirror, for hours on end. I disregarded my college classes whenever I felt like it. I talked back to my professors and sent death threats by email when they would dare to question why I started skipping.

I sent pictures of my dick to people that pissed me off. How I got their phone numbers was the biggest mystery, but I hope I never found out that part. It was until I got kicked out of college, that my parents decided to take action. They weren’t aware of how bad things were, until I returned home.

They found out everything, and that I was possibly being charged by several of the students for sending them pics of my dick. Several of them claimed that they felt violated, and a part of me wanted to laugh.

And there was a part of me that wanted to scream.

When my parents confronted me about everything, I yelled at them to:

“FUCK OFF!”

I ran outside, and didn’t stop running until I reached my best friend’s house. I pounded on the door until he opened up, and he freaked out when he realized I had run all the way to his place. We lived about thirty minutes from each other, so it was quite strange that I didn’t bother to take my car.

“Bro, are you alright?”

I brushed past Phil into his home, and I collapsed onto the carpet on his kitchen floor. My mom had bought his grandmother this specific carpet, so that little thing meant that we were quite close.

I covered my ears, pulled at my hair, and patted my face.

“Something is wrong with me, Phil.”

“What? What is it?”

“I did a lot of bad things…and I got kicked out of college.”

“Yeah, I know, bro. You told me the whole thing while you were crying over the phone.”

“I did?”

“Yeah, bro.”

“I don’t remember.”

“Shit, you’re really out of it, then.”

“Phil…I think I need help.”

Phil touched my shoulder.

“Stay here, bro. I’ll be back.”

Phil returned about several minutes later with a cup of water.

“I blessed this. I figured a little prayer could help you out.”

Phil leaned over to pour the water on my head, and I let out a scream when smoke shot out of my arms. Phil looked down at me.

“I fucking knew it, bro. You got a demon.”

“I hope your grandmother sucks demon dicks in Hell.”

“You don’t mean that, bro. And she is alive.”

“Yeah…I didn’t mean that…I’m sorry.”

Phil didn’t say anything. There was nothing else to say. He contacted his grandmother and my parents, and he explained what happened. My parents were lost like I was, because why the hell was I chosen?

I assumed that pretty, innocent virgin women were always the target in horror movies, but Phil told me that sometimes demons go after people who are in a vulnerable state.

Whoever thought that college stress could lead to me getting my ass possessed by an asshole?

Phil promised to stay with me during the exorcism, and that is what he did. He held onto my hand as the priest, his grandmother and my parents, each prayed for me. When it was over, everything felt good again.

I no longer felt angry. I no longer wanted to talk to myself in the mirror. I no longer wanted to send pictures of my dick.

I was back to normal.

It would take a lot for me to get back into college however, because how else could you explain to people that the reason why I got kicked out was over demonic possession?

I decided to take a gap year for now, and focus on making money through whatever jobs. While I was waitressing at a restaurant, a woman that I was serving was obviously having a bad day.

She thought taking it out on me was a better idea, and I wanted to pick up her silverware and stab her in the throat.

When this idea crossed my mind, I was horrified.

I ran to the bathroom, and leaned over the sink to calm myself down. I splashed water on my face, and when I looked at my reflection, I saw myself smiling.

I guess the demon never left.

Thank you for reading!

Emy Quinn