If demons exist, I can't be the only one who knows about it. I searched for any expert on this to help me, and surprisingly, many websites advertising black magic experts popped up. I didn't even know where to start, most of these people looked sketchy. Some even advertised voodoo dolls. I shuddered, imagining if those actually worked. At this point, they could. After hours of searching and scrolling, I found this one, purple Black Magic Expert's website with a guy near my area. Usually, I would say it's all a bunch of bull, but this is real now.

There were a bunch of other websites like his, but the others turned out to be either jokes or frauds. I needed the real deal, this person seemed to be serious. Besides, if this is all true and I die - I choked mid-thought - at least I would have tried something, right? I'd take a chance at life even with certain death. The panic like a sheep in front of a famished wolf started to well up in me at the thought of dying, but I had to quiet it. If I panic, I don't do anything. I'll die anyway, this happens to be sooner. Oh God, that's morbid, but if I panic I will die.

Shakily, I call the number on his website. After three rings, someone picked up.

"Yello?" A gruff voice answered.

"Hello? Is this Abe Johnson? The, um, Black Magic Expert?"

"Speaking, but if this is a prank kid then I'm -"

"It's not, I swear."

"Alright, then what's your situation?"

"I have what I believe to be a demon following me."

"A demon?"

"Yes sir." I had to laugh. "It makes me sound crazy, huh?"

"We're all a little mad, it's fine. Did the demon say it's name?"

"N-no sir."

"Did you see was it looks like?"

"No, it was just a 7-feet-tall figure surrounded in darkness. The only thing I saw was its hand."

"Can you describe it?"

"It was like the demon carved its own fingers to sharpen the bone. It's really nasty. The skin was blackened as if it was charred as well."

"I see, when do ya want to kill it?"

"You can do that?"

"No, I'm not really a Black Magic Expert."

"Oh, I'm s-sorry for bothering you?"

"Come on, did you even read the website? Yes, I can kill it!"

"I-I'm sorry."

"Look," the phone sighed. "What's your name kid?"

"It's Jackie, Jackie Hanson."

"Alright. Jackie, when you want this thing to be killed?"

"As soon as possible, please."

"How 'bout tomorrow?"

"Yes, that works."

"Well, do ya want to give me the address to meet ya at?

"Oh, yes. We can meet at my home. It'll be best to plan there anyway."

"Alright, that's fine kid, just tell me the address."

"O-Okay, it's 435 Silver Hike Ct. We live in the same area."

"Got it, see you tomorrow. Don't die. I'll be in a red Ford Pickup."

"Okay, thank you so much. How much do I owe you?"

"You can pay me when it's dead, now get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow."

"Thank you, goodbye."

"Bye."

I let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in my chair. After a moment, I stand up and plug in my phone. I then get ready for bed. Under my covers I drift off into a dreamless, empty sleep.