The Evil Within

I'm here to tell you there is evil in this world and it takes many forms. My story begins on the day a demon possessed my body. It was August 21, 2017, the day of the total eclipse.

My family and I were in East Tennessee hoping to experience the total eclipse, when in the predawn hours this demon manifested itself inside me. I became aware of its presence when my body was suddenly racked with back pain as the beast awoke and began to violently rip and tear at my insides.

I know not why, but as the morning hours slowly slipped by bringing dawn and the eclipse closer, the pain gradually ceased. While I welcomed this relief, I pondered the reason why and concluded that the demon was a child and required rest. Thankfully the evil thing stayed mostly dormant the rest of the day and I was able to enjoy being with family and the new acquaintances amongst the thousands who attended this event with us.

Excitement grew with the anticipation as the moon's shadow raced toward us at over 1400 mph, and the hot August temperature steadily declined. Again I pondered the effect that these three celestial objects would have on my demon as they began to align themselves. Would it awake and aggressively attack me again or rest, even sleep, and draw energy from unknown supernatural sources? But I was soon awakened out of my pondering by cheers echoing across the fields. At that moment I realized I was sitting in complete darkness, the moon's shadow surrounding us, bathing us in totality. I quickly looked up with my naked eyes just as the clouds separated and I gazed upon an awe-inspiring vista of the heavens. I smiled for the first time that day as I adsorbed the images, sounds, and excitement that surrounded me. This was truly an amazing experience and I wished it could last for a while. But my wishes were not to be and 2 1/2 minutes later this, as all good things do, ended and brought with it a rare afternoon dawn. Then a slight poke from within my left side reminded me that my demon was there, awake, and it continued to tease me the rest of the day and into the evening.

The next day was mostly a repeat, predawn pain that turned into teasing. The exception was the dark red tint I noticed when I relieved myself at a rest area on our travels back home.

For the next few weeks my demon persisted, teasing and mocking me as I expressed my desire for it to leave and never return.

The demon continued to ignore my pleas to leave, but my constant whining must have angered it and one Saturday afternoon it let me know it was fed up. My body reacted quickly to its sudden wrath, as it forced me to expel my lunch into the porcelain throne. When I crawled back into bed I realized that I was no match for its power and I gave up any fight that I had left and just pleaded for mercy. But this thing was a sadist, it mocked me with each cry, as it continued its torture into the night. I know not if it tired or just got bored, but it finally relented and allowed me to sleep the last hour of the night.

I visited my doctor a few days later and had x-rays and a CT scan. To my surprise the doctor said that he could see my nemesis, for it revealed itself on the CT scan and was 3 mm in length. I hurried home to inform my wife of our findings.

Looking annoyed, she said, "All this for something that small. That's nothing, our son was 6 lbs. 7 oz." She turned and started to the kitchen, then continued, "You come and talk to me when you have something that size."

"How can you compare the two?" I quickly responded. Then I thought I would be smart and said, "You used to tell me size didn't matter."

"If it makes you feel better, you keep telling yourself that, lover."

I stood there stunned. Did she just belittle my manhood? I couldn't believe it. Does this demon have the power to control other people by turning them into insensitive and uncaring beings, or do I not really know my wife after all these years? I decided not to pursue this conversation any further, for fear it might damage my ego even more.

My downhearted mood continued into the next day as my wife prepared to go to the gym for her yoga class. "Why don't you do some exercise today," she said. "It might make you feel better and it wouldn't hurt you to lose a few pounds."

Can my ego be bruised anymore, I thought. I knew then that my demon had some influence over her for in the past she would never hurt me like this.

Suddenly she leaned in, kissed me, and said, "Bye, love you," then she walked out the door.

For a moment my mood brightened and I said, "I love you, too." I shut the door and locked it and as I watched her leave I knew she was right. I had let myself go and it was time to do something about it. I quickly found my weights, dusted them off, and after a few minutes of light lifting, I started to feel pretty good. I know not whether it was the endorphins or the fact that I was receiving pleasure from my exercise, but my demon woke up with a vengeance and at a level that I had not experienced before. The pain steadily increased and I reluctantly reached for the pain pills my doctor had prescribed, HYDROMORPHONE, a substitute for DILAUDID.

I crawled into bed, but tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position as this evil crawled around inside me. The minutes crawled by, but finally, after what seemed like a week, an hour had passed and my wife returned home. "Are you hurting, or are you tired from the little bit of exercise you did?"

"How did you know I exercised?"

"You left the weights on the floor. Almost tripped over them."

"Oh, sorry," I said, the pain, I thought, obvious in my voice. "I'm hurting."

"Is there anything I can get you?"

"Ooooo...Yes!" I yelled while holding my side. "Find me an exorcist."

"And how do I do that?" she asked.

"Craig's List or Angie's List. Oooo..." I curled up into a fetal position then mumbled, "If that don't work then I don't know, try searching Google for priests are us."

Even through my pain and my drugged mind, I could tell she was trying to hold back her laughter. Angrily, I pushed myself up and slowly turned my head to face her. Then, suddenly, my mind became foggy and I spoke in a voice not my own, in a language that was unfamiliar. She wasn't laughing now, she looked horrified, and she took a couple of steps back and stared at me. The room began to spin as she backed out and disappeared and I collapsed back onto the bed. That was the last thing that I remembered until she peeked around the door sometime later asking me to spell exorcist.

Through half opened eyes, my vision still blurry, I saw my wife nervously staring at me from the bedroom door the next morning. She was fully dressed and looked like she hadn't slept all night. She didn't speak and appeared to be ready to bolt if I came near her. When my vision cleared, I casually stood up and worked my way to the bathroom and said, "Good morning."

She continued to stare for a moment before she finally asked, "Are you feeling okay? You scared me yesterday."

"Yeah, sorry," I replied. "That was a bad one."

"Would you like for me to fix you some breakfast?"

"Just coffee for now. Maybe I'll eat something later after I've had time to wake up."

Things gradually returned to normal over the next week, or as normal as they can be when one is possessed by an evil sadistic being. My wife continued to look at me with suspicion, as if she expected that at any moment I would speak in tongues and my head would start spinning. I tried to reassure her that she was safe, but I could tell she didn't believe me.

A few days passed and I suddenly realized that I was feeling normal, no pain, no teasing, just normal and I was beginning to get nervous. But it was October 5, my birthday, and my wife and I had decided to go see a movie to celebrate. Before we left, I decided to relieve myself. I grabbed the filter that my doctor had given me, unzipped my pants, pulled out my male appendage and began to urinate through the filter. Suddenly fear gripped me. Something was wrong. My eyes grew large and I stopped breathing as I stared at the filter. Something was happening, I could feel the demon slowly creeping and crawling through my appendage until it escaped and landed in the filter. We stared at each other for a few moments, then I started to relax. A smile slowly crept across my face, and I began yelling. My wife was in the bedroom and heard the commotion I was making. She hesitantly opened the bathroom door and peeked in, astonished to see me yelling and holding myself while doing a happy dance.

"What's wrong with you?" she nervously asked, prepared to run if necessary.

With the zeal and excitement of a young child showing his parents his success with potty training, I held up the filter. She said nothing, but slowly stepped forward and together we stared at this evil, sadistic entity, this demon, this KIDNEY STONE. Then she looked up into my face, smiled and stepped back, leaning against the door. She burst out laughing, knowing that I would be okay, as I proceeded to do my second happy dance singing "Ding dong the demon's dead, the demon's dead, the demon's dead."

This is a true story, somewhat true, well part of it is. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I would love to hear what you think of my story so please go to my contact page and leave me a message.

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Yep, This is my demon.

Posted on October 30, 2017 By Vernon Jessup