You’re a demon. Destined to torment and mock. Funerals were your favorite places to hit. People were vulnerable, easy to manipulate and mess with.

As you slithered into the church, you watch as the guests cry and mourn over their loss. You giggled, moving behind person to person giving them terrible thoughts and morals.

No one could see you…at least you thought. Just as you slithered behind a woman, you looked up to see the priest looking directly at you…and with that, he was laughing.