The following days I slipped in and out of the memories, and when I woke the demon was always beside my bed forcing me to be it's vessel, I had lost track of days on how long I was there, all I wanted was to get out, until one day a chance presented itself. Domingo De Leon walked into the room to bring a tray of food, and failed to fully close the door behind him as he left. I pushed the tray aside, I rummaged my bag for the small crucifix necklace I always bring with me and I picked up Antonina’s jar, “Beth don't! It's a trap!” she exclaimed at me. In my head I told myself, I know, along Antonina’s bottle for some stupid reason I grabbed a fork as my weapon, funny I know but I don’t think a spoon will do me any better against the demon.
“Dear girl it's dangerous out there!” she continue
