when you don’t care about getting hurt, that’s when it gets dangerous. but if it works out, it is the most wonderful and satisfying victories you can ever have.
a teaser from my new upcoming book of poetry “waking up under the old stars.” preorders start in the next few days! 🍃
Floating around the room, the realization of how I couldn't check its contents the last time, hit me. So I glanced around, constantly aware to look out for the dark entity.
The table had a glass of (un)holy water kept on top which I chose not to touch. There were some old history books; the kind you find in a church - one with history of Christianity. And the Bible I had already seen before.
"This is the place where I spotted the demon" I thought to myself as I picked up The Bible. I remembered the post that Ryan found. One of the rules said "The words will not be English" and sure enough they weren't. I couldn't recognize the language but was so intrigued and caught up with trying to interpret the script of the book that I had lost my knowledge of the surrounding.
After a long period of engaging my gaze, my mind upon the Bible, I could feel a long stretched stare creeping upon me from behind. Scared and anxious that the demon had finally dawned its wretched presence, I immediately looked back and saw what I was least expecting to see first. I could see myself. And then, in moments, I saw my past self running away. There was nothing/nobody else. I decided to follow my physical body.
The adrenaline of the moment didn't allow me to think or figure out what was happening. I saw my past self do everything I did. I followed him back home. I saw him turn his lights off. I saw him fall into sleep.
Unable to spot anything abnormal, I started to think what actually might have happened. And just as I was realising the truth of it all, I saw my past self ejecting it's soul out.
At that very moment, I felt a pull which I couldn't resist and everything blacked out.
The next thing I saw was myself waking up with a physical body, my body. And it was the morning that I remembered in which the demon possessed my body. I started moving, wondering how I'm here, what happened to the demon that I saw possessing my body.
It soon dawned on to me that I myself, am the demon that I had earlier seen.
I, then, realized what had happened.
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