Memoirs of the Supernatural - Phase 1 - Sigil 7

This is what you see when you open my files in the British police’s database. I was a completely new person with similarities to my old self. Obviously couldn’t let the past go in its full form nor did I want to. Instead I chose to adapt.

To shake things up I moved from the North to the South. I replaced the cabin in the woods with a flat in Redhill, a modestly big town near London with the population of about 18k people. They live there in quiet and the place isn’t crowed either. Maybe the next town over, Nutfield would have been more fitting for me just because of its name. Who knows? But Redhill was just fine for the time being. It was big enough to live my life as one of the members of the common folk and blend in without any difficulties.

Speaking of the ‘common folk’ I found myself multiple jobs to pay rent and find funds for living. Luxuries were not an option for me back then. Every penny I earned went to paying the lease, food, clothing and that’s about it. In the first year I had 2 jobs and at that time I wasn’t attending school at all. Only next year have I managed to go back and finish my studies while working full time obviously. Labour during daytime, study at night. My boss at that time was okay with letting me go to take tests and such things. Lad was soft or he just didn’t want to fire my ass so that he can keep an eye on it, if you know what I’m saying. I graduated soon after and kept living my life without getting in trouble, like a fine, upstanding citizen of the society supposed to.

There was no point in involving anyone with my troubles and in fear of pushing somebody into the arms of danger I’ve decided to remain alone. I’m still certain that I’ve made the right choice, especially because the demons kept appearing when it was least expected. There were times when they possessed people on the streets and looked at me with those pitch black eyes standing among the crowd. Simply walking in to my workplace just to let me know that I was being watched was also a common theme. Yet they never attacked or threatened me as one would ponder which was especially peculiar.

Them leaving me alone was against the very nature of the demon race: all they seek is death and distraction and many of them are highly aggressive. So why are they teasing me? Why don’t they just kill me already? Or am I just an unfortunate soul who happens to be chosen as their Guinea pig for some twisted game/ experiment? Oh man, all these theories make my head hurt.

But why am I complaining? I get to live in the way anybody would, only nightmarish creatures keeping a look on me and try to manipulate and screw with the people around me to trick them into believing that everything is fine and ordinary. They are just like the government, right? – said the conformist theory crafter. Truth is not exactly. You see even with them keeping a distance I still haven’t felt safe. If they decide to end the play-time and hurt somebody it would be all on me. So I needed a plan to shake them off before something wrong happens like many times before.

First things first I tried placing Devil’s traps in convenience, for example the main- and backdoor of the places I worked at, under my bed, the shower and the lift in my building. Was once lucky enough to trap 3 in that small lift wearing street thugs as their meat suits. It was hands down the funniest thing ever. Those cheeky little buggers didn’t see that coming. And those boneheads kept trying to pretend that they are in full control of the situation while speaking the ugliest Brummie accent you can imagen. I kept on laughing as the elevator went up and down and those permanent frowns started to appear on their faces as they realised that there is no way they can get out of there. On top of that I gave a speech to those knuckleheads about how they should have exercised and used the stairs. Next morning, I trapped the same set of lowlife demon wannabees in the stairwell. Still priceless.

Next thing was the hex bags. Those were trickier to hide. Usually you wanna place those inside walls or somewhere safe where nobody can touch them. Renovating the décor in the office with a pickaxe was strongly unadvised both in and outside workhours so there goes that idea out of the widow. Thank god the employer at my last job was obsessed with feng shui meaning that once she designed the bureau’s interior it was forbidden to move ANYTHING. I could hide my ward bags without the fear of anybody places them elsewhere and breaking the seal by doing so. This worked well too. I mean the look in the demon’s face when he and his friends stuck in the doorway unable to step in to the room while I sat in the corner giving them a polite smile and taunting them was brilliant.

“Something wrong, sir? I believe my colleagues are waiting for you in the conference room. I’m really not the one to tell but isn’t that rude to keep them on the edge of their seat before a certainly important business negotiation?”

Oh… I sure had my fair share of fun.

It felt good to trick them in childish ways, made me feel as if I had some power and control over the situation. But with every giggle came a newer wave of angrier and stronger fiends. They never tried to use force or violence, not on me personally anyways. Not once. What they couldn’t achieve without physical assault tried to reach by increasing their numbers. More and more came and the fresh meat had brains too this time around. They stopped screwing around and sent in a few guys from the top of the food chain. This was also the time for me to step up my game as well.