Sunday Screams: The Exorcist - When the Devil Knocks, Will You Answer?
Episode #20 Board Games “There are nights I forget I’m changing… but the mornings always remind me.” I woke up today with another nosebleed, a pounding headache, and two small burn marks near my collarbone. No memory of how they got there. My reflection looked pale—drawn, tired. My hands trembled as I made coffee, which promptly spilled, a dark splash like ink bleeding into the counter. Something wasn’t right. Something hasn't been right. I caved. I went to the doctor. Blood work, scans, endless questions. "Are you under a lot of stress?" (Define a lot.) "Are you experiencing hallucinations?" (Would seeing shadows in mirrors count?) "Have you traveled anywhere unusual lately?" (Estate sales in forgotten towns. Does that count?) They couldn’t explain the bruises. Or the night sweats. Or the voice I heard whispering in the clinic’s restroom that clearly said, “It’s almost time.” I needed air. Sunlight. Life. So I went to the local flea market...