dragonfigurine

Exorcising people is easy. Hell. Any modern day psychologist is one flask of holy water away from being John Constantine. Dealing with demonic possession is all mind games in the end.

“You’ve been a bad boy,” I said to the face of an eight year old girl snapping her teeth so hard white flecks of enamel and spit dotted the arm of my black blazer holding the ash wood cross to her forehead.

You have to treat them like children, find what they are afraid of and make them run. It is the easiest part of the job.

Exorcising objects however is dangerous and nasty.

Take a being of immense power, put it in an empty paint can attached to a hardware store shaker for a few weeks without stopping.

You would be pissed too.

Someone sent me this dragon figurine.

Scorch marks underneath the wooden lid of the shipping box were my first clue.

‘Oh we have a good one here,’ I thought to myself as I handled the small dragon with big barbeque gloves.

Slowly I lowered the menacing figure down into an old coffee can. I tossed a bit of sturdy wire mesh over the opening and sat my cold coffee cup on top.

‘Better read some emails first.’


Dragon Figurine Photo – Alister Forbes

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April 19th, 2015

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