y’all……. i think just got cursed by a demonic spirit
it’s 8:03pm on the last night before the last day of finals week, right? so life is already hellish enough. im in the library, “writing” a “research” paper that’s due in, mmm, 8 hours
how long ago was the paper assigned, you may ask? irrelevant
i get up from the study room table i’ve conquered with a small graveyard of empty starbucks cups and head to the bathroom for my third (3rd) dance break of the evening. i was so hopeful, so innocent back then, ten minutes ago. i had no way of knowing
my hands reach for the door handle, only for it to jerk back. someone’s pulled the door on the other side – hardly breaking news, i usually just stand back and let them pass. the girl doesn’t look like the Antichrist; she looks like another beleaguered college student, animated solely by caffeine abuse and the pressing fear of finals. and yet. and YET
ohqueso, let’s break this down: door opens. i step to the side and meet the eyes of a startled dirty-blonde college student. i offer a polite smile. she blinks once, twice. makes a face i can only possibly convey as :S. and then. she says.
“Hewwo.”
she brushed past me. walked away. i let the door fall shut, frozen in the grip of the most profound fear i have ever experienced. my brain was a one-track loop of “what the fuck, what the fuuuuuuuuck.”
it’s at least 30 minutes later and i’m still not sure mine’s restarted
long story short, i met Satan at 8pm in a university library during finals week and she was wearing a hoodie and duck boots
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