The Demon Client

From Russell’s Thoughts; Sitting at my computer desk on that cold, rainy Sunday afternoon, my life was taking a turn for the better and the worst at the same time. There were two women in my life, and I knew for certain that one of them wanted to gently insert a razor sharp butcher knife into my chest, slicing my heart right down the middle. Just 48 hours prior to that Sunday afternoon, the existence of life beyond what I could see with my own two eyes had made it’s acquaintance, and it was a very disturbing reality to cope with. I tried to convince myself that it wasn’t real, but it felt as though I was lying to myself. There was no denying that it was real, but I could not understand exactly what it was. Other than pure evil. The thought of a demon infiltrating my life was a horrifying thought, nonetheless, a reality that I could not easily escape. Who could I turn to for help? And who would believe me? All I could do was wait and suffer the weekend until Monday morning finally made its presence felt. The two women were so beautiful, and wonderfully unique in their own ways, but I needed to discover which one of them was holding the knife behind their back, and which one truly loved me. In the depths of the horror that was awaiting me, I still could not help but to think about how much I began to hate that creeky, uncomfortable old desk chair…