Demons and Writers

He Looked across the table and said, “People who would have us all writing keep being reincarnated. They are demons, you see. I have tried to tell people this, but no one believes me. I don’t know why, the evidence is everywhere. All writers have had some association with the devil, it’s everywhere, in all great literature.”

Just then there was loud, evil laugh at the end of the corridor. Jenkins freaked out, what was he going to do? This surely had to be the demon that he was so certain existed. Or was it? Why was his mind playing these games with him? Had he simply created this character demon in his head or was this thing real?

Wait, there it was again, this time it was closer. It sounded like a keg of beer rolling down the hallway. Its thunderous crashes kept Jenkins on his toes. He couldn’t concentrate on writing, not now. What on Earth was he going to do?

“No, deamons don’t exist, this is a fabrication of my imagination. This creature does not exist” thought Jenkins. “You are not real!” shouted Jenkins at the noise that sounded as though it was in full sprint down the hallway. “No, I created you in my mind and I can destroy you in my mind.” The noise was now right outside his cellar door. Jenkins gripped with fear felt his chest tighten up. The noise was right outside his door.

Jenkins clutched his chest, and fell to the ground. His heart was beating a million times a minute; he couldn’t get it to slow down. As the door opened slowly, Jenkins fell to the floor. His heart stopped. He laid there. He looked up at the noise, and closed his eyes for the final time.

Truth be told, all writers do sell there soul to the devil, some get it back, some don’t. Muahahahahahaha…. Happy Halloween everyone!!!!!!!!!