Once we got to school, we split up and went back to our respective homes. Honestly though is just experienced a big adventure. But there was no fear in my heart, just a growing suspicion about what was in my body. The evil spirit just attached itself to my body and was immediately devoured by something in my body. What is inside my body? Could it be the source of my strange illness? What frightened me even more was. Even the evil spirits are afraid of that thing inside my body, even such a terrible evil spirits, are making such a mournful sound, what in the end there is something inside my body? All this makes me very suspicious. Back home, my father was cooking. Seeing my face a wretched look, he did not ask what. Just silently washing dishes. I sat on the sofa, looking at my old fathe

