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I may have been possessed by an evil spirit.

But don’t worry. It’s gone now. No need to fear it.

But after that, my mind never was the same.

I fear that sadly, it may have damaged my brain.

Good luck trying to hold me down.

No straight jacket I can’t break out.

Yes, I’m a bit of a contortionist.

I swear I don’t need an exorcist.

Go ahead with the ritual. It makes you feel safe.

Call upon the Angels, bind me to the grave.

See? Nothing happened, you’re such a worrier.

Now stand back as I climb up walls like a spider.

I prefer Ghost to Incorporeal.

Why? No reason, I just feel

Like I’ve been mistreated all my lives!

But I’m helpless to get my fate revised.

I can’t remember anything from before “the incident.”

Don’t be suspicious, just read this medical document.

I don’t feel pain and my limbs can bend the wrong direction.

I guess that’s why I’m perfect for this special mission.

I crawl through a vent too small to fit a child.

Mangle my bones to squeeze out to guide

You from the surveillance cameras from these security rooms.

What’s that reflected on the monitor? Behind me, it looms.

Oh dear, my demons haven’t left.

Back to haunt me again, but I will survive yet.

Break out the crowbar, smash all the screens.

Burst out into the hall, make for the exit and leave.

Now they’re after me for ruining their operation.

I make my way to the closest police station.

Shouldn’t have gotten caught up in a gang.

But I can’t stay here with the police in questioning.

I can hear the breathing of the demons behind me.

I can see shadows of their claws in front of me swing.

Look up, officer! Can’t you see it?

No, I’m not joking, you must see it. How can you not?

Now no need for manacles, I’m cooperative.

I was the one to tell you I was an operative.

Don’t drag me to jail, don’t take me to court.

I need to run from the monster, it’ll cut my throat.

Who’s that stomping around with a foot literally lead?

Cannons for arms and a gas mask covering its head?

In its presence, the demons flee out of sight.

In this dismal darkness, this person is a light.

“I’ll take it from here.” The woman’s gravelly voice announces.

Flashing a badge, she steps forward, and behind me she glances.

The police leave, she raises her arm.

A grappling hook aims, ready to do me harm.

I go pale as a ghost and feel my soul lurch.

I collapse the floor, and wake up in church.

Another exorcism ritual? “Wow.”

“Do you really think exorcism can save me now?”

It’s far too late. The demons have taken hold.

But this time is different as the ritual stops cold.

The gas masked woman gives me an offer I can’t resist.

I must cooperate if I am allowed to persist.

I still don’t know who I am.

Am I a ghost or a man?

Am I still possessed?

But no matter what, I know I’m the best.

I can’t be held down by chains.

Think you can trap me? Prepare for a change.

Not human, not Screamer, but something in between.I’m worse than the small girl from The Ring.