The Boy and The Demon

Ever since I was a child I always found the super natural very interesting. I wanted to find out more, as much as I could even. Father warned that curiosity was a sickness and I shouldn't allow myself to grow too curious or it could mean something terrible.

I never believed him.

As I grew older, learned to read, and became more interested in such things. It made me want more and more and more. I just simply couldn't get enough. Mom didn't like that. Mom huh? I wonder when is the last time that we spoke. Oh well.

Because of this interest I found or borrowed whichever people prefer, this book from well, it doesn't matter where it's from. The point is. Now I'm in my room drawing a circle on the floor. Do I expect anything to happen?

Probably not.

Do I hope something happens?
...
I would give my soul.