you lay in your hotel bed, contemplating the last few months of your life. A demon possessed you, and pushed all your friends and family away from you. You ran away to keep them safe, now alone with the demon. He watches you from the foot of the bed. You clutched your rosary beads and salt keeping him at bay, At least unable to touch you, which is the only thing he wants: to touch you, to love you. Why won’t you just let me in baby boy, this could be so much easier for us.