The Haunted Pillow

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So... what happened after "the ghost of the guy I knew" "went back to Heaven"?
This is another point where my memory is foggy. There are a few days here where I felt like I was on some major drug trip. Here's what I think happened; or rather, all of this did happen, but also more things that I don't remember:

The next night, when I got into bed, my pillow moved beneath my head. It felt as if it molded around the side of my face, and took the form of a face whispering in my ear. Again, this is hard to describe.
If you can imagine a man hiding in my mattress, an incorporeal man who can move through surfaces; and when my head rests on the pillow, he lifts his head up through the pillow and presses his face against mine through the pillowcase. I could literally feel lips through the fabric, moving against my ear. The lips seemed to caress the side of my face, like a sinister kiss. I can't remember the exact words he said first, but they were something along the lines of,
"Hey, bitch! You're going to Hell!"

I do remember scrambling out of bed in horror, murmuring something like,
"What the fuck!!"

It's quite a comical scene, the way I envision it. This would make a damn good movie.

Anyway, his story had changed, and he told me that he was a demon. He said I could call him "Johnny," although that was not his real name. He said that he had pretended to be the guy I knew, hoping that I would agree to marry him. He said that I would marry him still; and that yes, marrying him would be the equivalent of selling my soul, and that I would be in Hell when I die. I told him that I would never marry him. He said that I would; because he would torture me until I did. He said that I wouldn't live long if I didn't agree to marry him, because he wouldn't let me sleep. He said that I would die soon if I didn't sleep; and that "they" (I intuitively knew he meant God) might not let me into Heaven because I had tried to contact the dead, and I had not been a good Christian. He said that if I agreed to marry him, I wouldn't be treated bad in Hell; that I would be loved and treated with respect as the wife of a demon. But, if I did not agree, then I would not be loved, and would be tortured, and would basically be a sex slave for all the demons.

I've dubbed the pillow trick "The Haunted Pillow." It still happens, at least a little bit, most nights. Of course I'm no longer frightened by it. Now it's merely an annoyance. Sometime later, I would say to Johnny,
"You know, that haunted pillow thing was actually pretty good. That was actually creepy as fuck."

To which he would reply,
"Yeah, that is one of the best things we've ever done. Even Satan himself thought that should have scared the us out of you." (the "us" means the "hell")

Johnny doesn't love doing the haunted pillow as much anymore, though, because I now have small containers of blessed salt in each pillowcase and under the mattress. Also under the mattress is a blessed scapular, and a "home blessing kit from the Holy Land" which contains anointing oil, Holy water from the river Jordan, soil from Jerusalem, and frankincense, which my priest blessed for me. I also sprinkle my bed with Holy water most nights now. After my second exorcism, Johnny  started doing a new trick, "The Vibrating Mattress." That's when I placed all these blessed items, and they have helped tremendously with both those things.

Another reason that Johnny might not love playing "The Haunted Pillow" trick as much anymore, is that one night I punched him. You see, for a long time, I really couldn't figure out quite how he was doing it. I'm veering off topic; but as hard as I've tried to organize my notes, it's nearly impossible to tell this story in a linear fashion. Bear with me. Without going into great detail on that topic right now, I will surmise to say that I couldn't figure out how --if he was 'in' me-- he was able to talk through the pillow. I think I have figured out that he comes and goes. Anyway, one night my pillow was talking some shit and it really pissed me off; so before I even thought about it too much (because he'd just read my mind), I sat up, turned around, and punched the pillow repeatedly with all my might. Then I laid back down, feeling a bit smug and very satisfied. He was quiet for a moment. Then he said,
"Yeah, bitch. That was my face."

I fell asleep then. As soon as I woke up the next morning, he was talking (like he is every morning). That morning, however, he was saying,
"I can't believe you'd punch a demon in the face. That's not not-impressive!"

Here's a photo of my mattress and boxsprings when I discovered them to be out of place. I may not have had them lined up perfectly; but I'm fairly O.C.D., so I don't think they were that crooked. This is when I placed the blessed items.

To be continued...