I think I can only write this horror story in day light or when everyone in the house is awake. I freaked the fuck out last night after watching this:
I had to listen to happy music and watch an episode of Boondocks just to calm down. I'm tense just thinking about it now. My problem with demonic posession is the fine line between what could be posession and what is in all likelihood a mental illness that is treatable with medication and professional help. At the moment it means I need to do more research, which means more of the above, more of me chewing my nails, and interpreting any creak in my home as Satan coming to take me to hell for calling that cyclist who tried to run me over a c*nt.
Now tonight, I'm going to put on a small dress and go to a fancy restaurant for dinner. There are no demons in Knightsbridge. There better not be. I must have a crucifix somewhere. The power of Christ compels you!