Kathy rolled her eyes, as she set down her box. “Now, who is it? I’m never going to get this stuff unpacked.”
She was greeted by two bearded men in suits.
“Can I help you?”
“No, but I can help you,” one of the men replied, as he clutched a bible to his chest. “I am Anthony, and this is my brother, Mark. We’re from the local church. We have reason to believe your house might be cursed…”
“Not interested,” Kathy replied, and slammed the door in their face.
She had many visitors offering to do a spiritual cleansing for her, over the course of two weeks.
She dropped her make-up, and screamed, as she noticed the reflection in her mirror.
A man with bluish-gray skin, protruding eyes, and a noose tied around his neck, stared back at her.
She soon began to see his demonic face in every reflective surface of the house.
She painted all her mirrors black, and boarded up her windows.
Kathy awoke to find the demonic apparition hovering above her bed.
“Who are you? What do you want?” she gasped.
“I won’t leave you alone until you help me,” the entity replied, “I killed myself after I lost my job. I was about to lose everything; my house, my wife, and even custody of my kids. Now, I’m condemned to live as a demon.”
“What do I need to do?”
“You need to collect 666 pounds of hair, nail clippings, flakes of dead skin, blood, earwax, mucus, feces, urine, teeth, saliva, and any other bodily fluids you can extract. After you collect these ingredients, I need you to recite the spell to resurrect me.”
“I don’t know any spells.”
“It’s written in blood on the basement wall. You can’t miss it.”
Several months later, the neighbors were complaining about the stench coming from Kathy’s house. The city was forced to intervene.
A hoarding specialist, and a psychologist showed up at her house. A few minutes later, a team of men in biohazard suits entered her premises to evaluate the house.
“No! No! You can’t touch any of that stuff!” Kathy tried to keep the men away from her deranged collection.
The psychologist turned to her. “Why do you feel a need to collect human waste?”
“I don’t have a choice! If I get rid of this stuff, the demons will come after me!”
Twenty minutes later, Kathy was put in restraints, and sent to the Glenwillow Psychiatric Facility.