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Why did I start this blog? #3

Why did I start this blog? #3

Chapter One: It began with Demons.

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She lay on the floor wide eyed, shaking.

"I'm scared.", she said to me with a quivering voice.

My wife looked at me to do something.

I had no clue on what to do.

So I did the best thing I could think of.

I grabbed my phone.

Dialled our Demon Slayer.

Ring Ring...Ring Ring


I desperately tried his number again.

Ring Ring...Ring Ring


I must have tried his number at least 10 times.

No answer.

What was I to do?

Who could I call to help us?

There was no one.

So I sat by my relative's side.

I intuitively placed my right hand upon her forehead and recited passages that I knew from the Qur'an.

I read and read. Praying that whatever was going on beneath my hand would not become worse.

I was totally out of my depth.

And after what felt like forever, my relative came back to herself.

We all felt relieved.

I guess that was my first actual taste of the Raqi life. Little did I know that in the not to distant future I would find myself in the trenches of the Dark Arts.

We managed to get some sleep that night.

In the morning our Demon Slayer called back.

'A bit too late', I thought.

I told him what was happened and we booked in another session with him.

Now what happened in that session. Well it was the first time I ever saw something like that in my life. It was both disgusting and scary all in one go. A bit like the girl from The Ring...

So call your family and friends and tell'em you love'em before I share with you what happened next.

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