Ghostly Curse

Demon?

It took three days within the first week for me to notice something I should have noticed immediately. The fucking creature is a damned demon, more or less. He says he isn't, but I can feel his evil aura over the one that managed to stay in the house. I wouldn't question it. The creature, in the form he showed me before, had bright red eyes and was shrouded with darkness. He had horns that could be mistaken as ram horns and a long thin body that could be seen as weak until you start fighting it.

The first week passed before I managed to realize that I couldn't go too far rom my body, nor did I want to. The farthest I could go from my body was about half a mile before my soul was immediately pulled back.

During the week the creature managed to piss me off a lot, but he did tell me a few things that I demanded the answer to. For example, why my family couldn't tell he wasn't me when he had such a dark aura and why I had been in my body when I woke up. The reason my family could not tell he wasn't me was because he cast a spell that forced my presence to be seen instead of his, which is why I couldn't go very far from him. I had been in my body when I woke up because the creature, and I quote, "felt bad". I managed to punch him for that, but it didn't quite get him the way I wanted it to.

Now that a week has passed and none of my family has noticed him, or me, I have decided to reach towards outside sources, my moms girlfriend basically. You see, her girlfriend is a Wiccan, or a witch in more modern terms. She deals with both good and bad magic and likes the idea of ghosts, which used to freak me out. Every time she came I would bother her to try to get her attention, which I did, but only enough for my mom to light some sage, though my body (with the creature) was out of the house, dragging me along. When I continued to bother her she decided to do some magic to see what I wanted. It was kinda creepy, but before I could tell her it was me the creature managed to corrupt that spell, destroying it.

That night I had to fight the demon, I had to fight him to save myself. He was trying to force me into submission, to stop trying to ask for help from those in the house. The only problem was that I was weak. I couldn't hold him off for long because my soul hadn't been in my body long enough to heal itself well. Every day I was outside my body it became harder to fight the creature. That night he put a curse upon my soul, one that would only be broken with the demon dead.

Before I knew it days went by without my notice. The demon played human pretty well, so well even I had to remember it wasn't. He went to school, talked to friends, played the perfect human doll. Every month I would find myself fighting the demon, but not as much as before. Soon enough a year went by. I learned how to gain strength from my body, all I had to do was touch it. And then the day came, the day the demon finally decided to play.