A demon
when all my hair fell out, i gained sixty pounds and grew three feet, something seemed off. i did what people do when they think they might need help and phoned up my local warlock. because of the sanguine nature of my humors, which he detected over the phone, he referred me to a fortune teller. my old fortune teller had moved her practice to nevada because of a prophetic dream she had and because her bookie was looking for her. the new girl asked me for a vial of urine for her derivations but i told her straight up it wouldn't pass a pee test so she said "never mind."
her crystal ball revealed a dark presence. not that dark though, just kind of mid-shade brown or sepia. she said i def had a demon but it was dealing with other stuff in its life and couldn't focus and give the job a full 100%. she said it didn't know who it was and was thinking of taking time off to travel and find itself. she said to release the demon from its ghoulish vocation, and its bondage to my soul, i needed to fill a jar with urine. i reminded her my urine wouldn't pass a pee test and she said "oh that's right."
the fortune teller told me how to capture my demon in the body of a doll and then have someone else take possession of the artifact. i left it at the pentagram in the park where goth kids do their candle rituals. i'm sure it'll get all the blood sacrifices it needs and maybe one day i'll see it again in a youtube compilation of the world's most haunted dolls.
Credited to fishnshrimps
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