An Angel in Disguise
Introduction
I should have never bought the Ouija board. I was doing just fine with voodoo dolls and black magic spells, but I wanted more. The spirit board is a door for demons, and I was ready to meet one and perhaps become possessed. One night just before midnight, I lit a candle and began talking to the board. I asked if there was a demon present, to which the pointer zoomed to “yes”. I pleaded for the demon to possess me and empower me with evilness. Although the board remained still, my arms were overcome with goose bumps and I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I could feel something entering my body, which was the opposite feeling of an out-of-body experience. I was possessed! I ran to a mirror to see if I looked different, but I didn’t. I didn’t have any horns, hairy eyebrows or fangs. In fact, for the first time I thought I looked rather pretty. I was so ecstatic that I was possessed that I didn’t know where to begin, so I began organizing my space by throwing out clutter, such as all the voodoo dolls and spell books. I was amazed over how many dolls and books I had accumulated over the years. When daylight came, I felt good. After all, I was empowered with something higher than myself; my apartment was clean and organized; and I liked the way I looked. I felt so confident and powerful that I invited an enemy to my home; the woman who stole my husband. I wanted to squash her with a wave of my possessed hand or swat her around for a few minutes, much like a cat does to a mouse before the kill. She deserved to die. When she arrived, I was so excited at the thought of torturing her that I opened the door with a big smile and an over-friendly greeting. She responded with happy tears and a strong embrace that felt like she was squeezing the demon out of me. For a moment I could feel her quiet sadness, and it saddened me. I couldn’t help but wonder about my possession. Why was I being sensitive to this woman? I never felt this way before, and was never sensitive towards my ex-husband, which is why he probably left in the first place. I was summoning the help of the demon so loudly in my head that I was getting a headache, but the demon was nowhere to be found. I felt cheated, especially now that I've thrown out all my occult paraphernalia. Now I have nothing – no demon, no pins and needles, no dolls, no books, and no animosity towards this woman. She offered her friendship and I accepted. Such a nice person could not steal another woman’s man. What’s up with this demon? If I didn’t know better, I would think my demon is an angel in disguise.