“Would you open the door for me?” I requested Desmond standing outside my bedroom. He had already helped me check on my family. As they were sleeping soundly, I did not bother to wake them. Also, with Desmond around, I didn’t need to.
“Sure.” Desmond opened the door like it was nothing and went inside. He had seen the terrifying demon as well. Why wasn’t he scared? Were s*x spirits incapable of feeling fear?
“It’s safe to come inside,” He assured me.
With some feelings of uncertainty, I crossed the threshold. The image of the shuddersome shadow towering over me and the life-threatening chase would haunt me till my funeral.
I made it to my bed and buried myself under the covers.
“Do you want me to blow the candle?” Desmond asked.
“No, please leave it be.” I had lit the candle for him
