Demon

Chapter One: The Perfect Child

I, Demonica Halbert, was born on a cold and dreary Halloween night. Coming from a family of strict Christians, you can only imagine what I went through my whole childhood. I'm sure you've noticed my name already. My mother believe that I was destined to be an evil child who would bring nothing but hate, fear, and destruction to this world. My mother was never fond of me.

When I was three years old, my mom tried to put me up for adoption a whopping total of thirty-seven times. And she failed everytime. Looking back on it, I actually find it quite hilarious that she hated me that much. Every birthday present was some kind of attempt to remove the evil spirit within me. One year, as I was opening my "present", she threw a bible at the back out my head with full force. I was in the hospital for three weeks with a major concussion. Since then, my head has never really been the same.

I see and hear things that aren't there. I used to have seizures, but those went away when I got into middle school. CPS tried to take me away from her on a couple of different occasions, but they never had enough dirt on her to do it. So I stayed trapped with her until I left for college. The things I was seeing and hearing got worse after I got into a car crash in my second year of college. I hit and killed a mother and her two children in an intersection in the middle of nowhere. But here's the kicker, when I told the officer what happened, he told me that I was crazy because there was no other car involved in the crash. They said that I hit a light pole and they found me unconscious and mumbling to myself.

Anyways, I was in the hospital for two days and when they released me, I went right back to school. I always find myself wondering home instead of just walking straight there. One day I wondered a little too far and found myself in the woods by my house. That's when I ran into a group of people that went to my college. (They never really showed up, but I know that they have the same class as me. They always had black on and pentagrams on every shirt or jacket that they wore, so I tried to steer clear of them.)

They were chanting in another language. I could feel a shiver of fear run up my spine. I thought to myself that I should probably go, but before I did, they all looked at my in unison. I noticed right away that all of their eyes were dark. Not just dark, but black. Next thing I know, I wake up tied to a tree. They're all standing around me chanting. One of them steps forward and makes a small cut on my cheek. I wince and suck in a rush of air. "What the hell, man!". They all look at each other. The chanting grows louder and something begins to glow from underneath me.

It's a pentagram.