WolfsBane

A loud banging sound could be heard from the trunk of an old car that was parked inside an abandoned warehouse.
The inhumane rocking of the car was accompanied by a muffled scream.

"Shhh... Be quiet..."

One said as she slowly opened the trunk and pulled the poor lady out from it. The two suspicious characters that were wearing clown masks tied the poor lady in the middle of the floor where a big pentagram was scribbled.

"MSHGGSKKSSSSH!!!!"

The poor lady made a desperate attempt to scream but it was to no avail. One of her assailants had the heart to remove her gag but the first thing that she asked as soon as it was removed was,

"Is this a prank??? I know it was you, Cassie. That shirt is mine."

As soon as she heard her name, Cassie removed her mask.

"Ana, don't panic. We will just exorcise you, okay? Calm down. After all of this is done, we could just all pretend that none of this ever happened in the first place."

"What?!!!!!! You're crazy, Cassie!"

"NO! Look, you tried to strangle me with a belt last night. But don't worry because I don't blame you for that. You were possessed and right now we will exorcise that demon out from your body."

"No-----mmmpphhhh"

Before the lady named Ana could even speak another word of protest, Cassie already gagged her again with that same piece of cloth that they used before.

"So what are we gonna do next?"

"You have to pee on her?"

"No way!  I would never pee on my best friend! Jared, that's insane!"

"Then let us just all forget about this whole exorcism thing then because it was clearly written here. Instruction No.1. You have to mark the subject with your own scent."

ANA:        ____(O_O')_____
CASSIE:    ____(~_~")7_____
JARED:     ____(--,)_____

The Last Demon Slayer

I added afterward. This time, however, I deliberately whisper those words next to her ears.


"You know what they say about curiosity and cats...


I trailed off, I forgot the line. What is it again?


I said my thoughts out loud before I could even stop myself from blabbering further nonsense. 


When I looked at her again, I saw her whole body tensed.


When I heard my own words, I almost slapped this silly mouth of mine right here right there.


I am not sure why I said it. All I wanted was to strike up a conversation with the other party.


I reckoned it was nice to start with an idiom, it seemed wise and I happened to think of one relatable to our current situation. So I cited it. However, I only ended up making myself sound like a total creeper.


She asked me as she tried to sound as bravely as she could. Yet the quiver on her voice betrayed her purpose. I knew she was on her guard.


She must have thought that I am someone that was up to no good.


I looked at her and she stared back at me with those watchful eyes of her. Her stance was suggesting that she was ready to dash off any minute from now if I did not convince her otherwise.


However, the look that she was giving me was already telling me that her mind was already determined against believing a single word from what I was about to say; including the punctuation marks!


I replied shortly. But then after that, I added,


She squinted her eyes as she continued to look at me. From the current look of it, it seemed that she was getting more suspicious about me the more I speak.


Well, I suppose she has all the reasons for feeling that way.


"No. What I mean is the things you see, I see them too."


I decided not to beat around the bush anymore and went straight to the point.


She tilted her  head on one side, all the while keeping her narrowed eyes on me as though she was trying to see through me.


"So you are just another nutcase like me?"


I felt the need to warn her beforehand, although it was on a roundabout manner. Because I am pretty sure that she would have a hard time believing the next words that I was about to say.


I said as nonchalant as I could and she scoffed when she heard that.


"Yeah... Look, I know, This sounds so much bullshit, right? But the trouble is, there is a little part inside of you that knows that what I am saying true."


I know that she was determined to deny knowing anything next to it so I cut her off before she could even say more.


I have interacted to other humans before, and that was how they usually behaved at first whenever they felt unsure about something.


They were quick to deny believing a thing when they could not understand it.


"Listen to the voice inside your head."


I told her but then once again, she laughed at my words with an overwhelming scorn.


"Well, what I know is, that is how people go crazy in just a matter of seconds."


"Oh come on, stop denying yourself. We both know that you knew better than that. I am pretty sure that my words struck a chord somewhere inside you.  Jabbing away at you like a..."


For the umpteenth time, I trailed off in the middle of my sentence; I struggled to come up with metaphors,


I know I have poor choice of words. My figurative speech was not that good.  But I am sure that she understood well enough what I am trying to imply.


I was just about to say more. I knew that it was just a matter of time before I could  convince her to believe my words. Yet out of nowhere a  car horn beeped loudly from my back.


They're demons