It never fails, he calls me his friend, scaring me senseless, at about 10:00.
First the banging noise, followed by the sliding of my closet door, I quick hide under my covers, more terror is in store.
He whispers to me his intentions, violence and suffering at his hand, every night I get weaker, soon I won't be able to stand.
If I try to scream, he promises pain, even if I don't, I still get the same.
He crawls on my bed, I can't take this no more, I pick him up and slam him against the door.
"Please don't hurt me", he says with a grin, I know he doesn't mean it, he loves to sin.
One final toss, into the fireplace he goes, his final demise, Satan's treasured prize.
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