An Angel in Disguise


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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.

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