I see them all the time.
They’re always there, no matter where I’m at. Sometimes I’m in the middle of class, sometimes I’m at home, brushing my teeth. I see them, they see me. Some of them focus on me, others just glance over me as if I’m not there.
Some of them are kind of cute, well as cute as a demon can get. But some of them give you a feeling that is hard to describe with words. Imagine this. I’m waking up in the middle of the night, I look around But don’t see anything so you think the sounds I I heard were just in my head. I roll over onto my back and above me, hanging from my ceiling, well not really hanging. He’s just floating there, upside down.