You’re Playing My Game Now Part 2

If you haven’t read Part 1 yet head over here first: You’re Playing My Game Now Part 1

 

The only downside to haunting a person is my inability to sleep while they do- it leaves a lot of down time. It also gives a lot of time to plan the day’s route of torture. Barry spent most of his night trying to ignore me but I couldn’t allow that. I just kept talking over his television set about all the things he’s done.

“Pig. Piiiiiggggg. How long are you going to sleep?” Boredom had finally won out, besides I had watched Barry scream at his ex-wife for waking him up early. It’s funny how humans are constantly revealing everything that bothers them- it’s as if they are begging for it. “I do not take being ignored well, Pig. It is best if you answer me.”

He throws off his blankets and stomps off towards the dirty pit he calls a bathroom. Ha. While I don’t relish the thought of following a human in there, disgusting. The uncomfortable atmosphere it creates is a buffet I cannot turn down. He strips down slowly trying to shield his ‘man-hood’, maybe I should reassure him that no one could find that thing with the rolls of fat around his middle.

“So, what’s it going to take to get you to talk to me Pig? Are you scared?” I taunt, slowly circling the walls of his mind searching for the crack that will give me more power. The things I want to do will require just a little more, and the more I unravel him the more I will have. “Maybe I’ll sing a little song for you. What’s that one song that your daughter played over and over again? You used to scream at her to turn it off…”

“No.” He slaps his hand across his mouth in a feeble attempt to take it back. The corners of my mouth pull up; if he could see it right now he might have run screaming.

“Oh yes, that’s right. You know you love me, I know you care. Just shout whenever and I’ll be there. You are my love, you are my heart. And we will never, ever, ever be apart.” I use a loud, shrill voice to really push him over the edge.

A wet shampoo bottle explodes on the wall behind me; silly human, thinking he could hit me. Seconds later Barry flaps out of the shower (no really, his fat claps together as he climbs over the edge), eyes wild with rage. My deep, rumbling laugh surrounds him, his shoulders tensing as I step between him and the doorway. I might not be able to physically prevent him from leaving the room but over the years I have yet to meet a human brave enough to walk through me.

“What do you want?” His voice still holding on to some of his anger.

“It’s not about what I want, Pig. It’s about what you deserve.” I step to the side allowing him access to the room.

“I’ve done good things! I raised over ten million dollars for victims of natural disasters. I’m a good man.” He dresses quickly, dancing around like a ballerina trying to shake me off. He moves pretty quick for a pig.

“The disasters under your own roof are not enough to call yourself a good man. You were on your way for a minute I admit, I thought you were going to get boring on me after you flew down to build victim’s new houses. But then you came home.”  Okay, maybe we helped cause some of the nasty things on Barry’s list but a few casualties are nothing. A quick visit from a friend ended with Barry’s daughter’s broken leg and Barry right where I needed him.

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I reach out gently with my mind feeling around for Barry’s. Ah, there it is. Time to show him a little memory. The stormy night Barry returned home was definitely one of his crowning achievements. His daughter drugged to sleep never heard a sound. He slammed his front door causing the house to shudder; exasperation flooding from his face.

“Shelley! You can’t even take care of shit for a couple of months? I have to fly back to this hole because you let our daughter break her leg?!” He stomped around the room searching for his wife. When he found her, blonde hair greasy and unkempt, staring down her long nose at the dining room table his temper rose. “What the hell are you doing? You look disgusting. Clean up.”

His petite wife just sat there ignoring him, and the more she ignored him the louder he got.

“If you won’t clean yourself up, you lazy whore I will do it for you.” He dragged her by the wrist- her fight or flight reflexes took over. She started sobbing, flailing as she tried to get away. His foot kicked out, slamming into her knees. As she fell he yanked her towards the stairs throwing her against them.  The beating continued until his wife ended her night bloody, barely standing up in the shower as she tried to wash the pain away.

I let the memory fade from his mind until he sees just one bedroom door and whisper in his ear. “And this was the moment you became mine. The moment you closed your daughter’s door behind you.”

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Question for the readers: What do you think about Barry’s crimes that have been revealed so far? How do you feel about our Demon?

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