Living With Daemon

Prologue

My name is Adam I am twenty-two years old, and for the last year I have been living with a demonic being. I grew up in a christain home but I never really belive demons could walk around and haunt things in real life. At first I was like wow this is pretty cool I guess that stuff in the bilble I read was true, but after a while it started to get really annoying.

Like I would bring girls over to you known talk and try to get laid, and then it would just start bleeding from the walls, spiders would pop out of our pillows, and a ominious voice would say, "Daddy are you home?" It was a real mood killer you know

Though I guess I should have known better renting out a one star appartment who in the 1960's had a fire after some hippies lit up some marajuana and just threw it carelessly down the gasline of the building. The reviews said that the toliets where rotten, the place was filled with rodents, and that because of the fire the place was supposivly haunted and to stay away. The rent was only two hundred bucks per month and I coming out of college with a ton of debt and a BA in english so I decided it was worth the risk.

When I first got to the appartment I was suprised how good shape it was in considering all the one star reviews. I mean there where a ton of broken windows and it felt that the whole neighborhood had a since of dread, but all in all the base of the building looked pretty firm and the roof looked like it was still a roof. Sorry if my optimism annoys you but I try my best to look on the bright side because I think the real key to happyness is a positive outlook.

Anyway I had to wait outside the appartment because the landlord was running late handing me the keys. Appently the women owned this place also owned a couple of hotel appartment and really only rented this place out during Halloween. "The kids really love it that time of year," She told me over the phone.

As I sat around I notice the the nieghborhood had a nice sense of peice and quite. I looked up the criminal activity before buying because reasearch is everything before making a major decistion, and the thing that sold me was just how low the crime rate was around here.

It took about thirty minitues or so before the white limosine pulled up. "Mrs. Vaul? I'm Adam the person renting out this place."

She looked like she was about sixty and she was wearing an all white dress and had a white fox wrapped around her neck, and had some shades that looked like there where laced in gold but I think it was just paint. "You know I could tell you where atractive based on the way you talked on the phone but I never imagined this." I blush a little bit. This seems to happen to me a lot with older ladies. I'm not sure why.

"Thank you miss. I really apreciate it. I would really like to go inside and take a look around the place."

"Oh that won't be nessicary here is your keys. The room is 214."

"Wait is there any other tennats I should know about?" I asked wondering why she seemed to be in a hurry to leave.

"Oh goodness no... I mean, your lucky enough to have the whole place to yourself." She said while handing me the keys. "And remember I have you under contract for a full year meaning that if you leave before that time..."

"Then I have to still pay the rent. I know and don't worry I don't see myself leaving anytime soon." Mostly because I couldn't afford to.

Mrs. V walked me up to the door and left me there to move in. As I walked in I saw that someone wrote in black the words get out on the opening wall. I knew what this ment. Somebody broke into the home and wrote this on the wall in order to keep squaters out. Walking down the hall and up the stairs I saw a bunch of other messages to like, "Go Back," "You will die" and "Please reconsider."

I finally got to my room after climbing countless flights of creeky stairs and I stared at my door. It was all black with a golden numbers that said 214. At first it looked pretty badly damaged but after looking at it for some time I notice the hinges look really good and overall despite the cracks it was pretty study. I took deep breathe before opening. Behind this door was the start to the rest of my life.