It is three days until Halloween. I am super excited! Although the only person I could possibly go trick-or-treating with is my brother, I am still determined to have fun. I have already mapped out my route and everything! It’s time for school, so I have to go now.
I don’t think I will be going trick-or-treating this year. I feel awful, and I don’t think it will be going away anytime soon. It all happened like this…
I was in the girl’s toilet, and there’s a small window at the end of the room. Today it was particularly windy. As I sat down, the window suddenly burst with a loud crash, and I saw this green wind fly through the hole. But in a blink of an eye it was gone…
And that’s when I started to feel ill. Luckily, I didn’t throw up, but I won’t be surprised if I do. I went to the nurse’s office, and she gave me a pain killer…but I still feel sick. If anything, it’s gotten worse. I don’t know what to do…I think I’m just gonna go to bed. I know it’s early, but it’s been a long day.
I know this will sound weird…but I think I am possessed. I cannot sleep. It says it doesn’t want to harm me, but…I don’t know. I’m just so scared.
You see, when I went to sleep, I began to hear this strange humming noise in my head. My chest started thumping, I started to sweat and a pounding feeling resonated in my cranium. All of a sudden, my mouth was forced open by means unknown to myself and my body, and the same green wind I saw in the girl’s toilet floated out of my mouth. It was only a little bit though. It seemed to be tied down to me. And Diary, for some reason, I didn’t panic. The humming and the pounding and the thumping had subsided, and there was this soothing voice in my head. It kept me calm. But…now that I think about it…it was the demon’s voice. At least that’s what it told me it was. But it won’t go away! I have begged and pleaded. I will never have any chance of being normal. Before, it was just because I am shy. The girls at school don’t like shy girls. But now I have a freakin’ demon in me. Like…how!? This thought has fully circulated my brain thousands of times, and yet I have come to no conclusive culmination to the happenings of this green mist. But then, Diary, things got worse.
It has a face. It like…just…ugh! A mouth and eyes. No ears or nose. All at once, it began to speak. It said, “Hello Belladonna.” I grimaced. Only my mother calls me that. Not even my father does. “Why are you here?” I managed.
“Well..” it started.
“Well what?” I pried.
“You know that place. Deep down…where the bad people go?”
I sneered at its words. “I’m not stupid.” I replied. “Obviously, you came from Hell. Unless this is a dream, and this never really happened, and I should just wake up, because I am scared, and I don’t know what the Hell YOU ARE!!!”
It chuckled. An action which made me frown. “Hush,” it whispered. “You’ll wake your mother. We don’t want that do we?”
“And why would we not want that?” I challenged.
I rolled my eyes. This was ridiculous.
“It is not ridiculous. I am an outlaw, who does not like fire, or red or Satan,” it retorted.
I had no reply. How could it have read my mind? Obviously, I had underestimated the extent of this possessed poltergeist’s powers.
“Why are you an outlaw?” I questioned.
“I don’t have to answer to you,” it said.
“Then why are you still here?” I countered.
It groaned. “I am in your body. Our souls are intertwined forever. My bad.”
I stifled a scream. “W-w-what?”
“Yeah, that’s your own fault.”
“Why are you in my body?” I whispered.
“You were the first human form I saw when I left hell. You don’t understand. I don’t like Hell. The fire was too hot, and the red was too red, and I just…ugh…I didn’t like it there. So, I said that. I told the Directorate of Demons that I refused to live there anymore, and then I left. So then everyone got mad at me, and they banished me, even though I had already gone, but yeah.”
I just stared. “So am I going to be like, possessed or something like that? Like in The Conjuring?”
“No. No no no.” it said. “You don’t understand. I am a friendly demon.”
I snorted at his oneiric oxymoron. “It’s true!” it exclaimed. “And you have got to stop referring to me as it. I am a he.” Wonderful. I thought. A male demon, living in my body. Can it get any worse?
“Oh it most certainly could have been worse,” he said. I rolled my eyes. Right. He could read my mind. “You could have had an unfriendly demon inside you. It could have possessed you. Like in The Conjuring.”
“Whatever,” I retorted. “Can you go away now?”
“Of course,” he said. Slowly, the green mist retreated into my mouth. I swallowed and gave a sigh of relief. And this is where I am right now, my dear Diary. I am exhausted. But on the bright side, I don’t feel sick anymore.
Today there were no disturbances from the demon at school. Which is a good thing. Just another thing that Kelly would have made fun of me for. No one would have come near me. Not that anyone does anyway. Mom is telling me to do my homework now. I’ll see you later.