I don’t believe in monsters, but you don’t need to believe in something to have it crash through a wall and ruin your life. I learned that the hard way. One day you go to sleep and the next day you awake in a panic. I would never have thought I would have my life threatened until I awoke with him holding a gun to my heart. I tried to stop him but it didn’t work. He shot me where it hurt. He used my weakness to **** me, and it worked. Now I’m in this sort of hellish place where I’m trying to convince the demons to let me go back to who I was.