I sat in my bed with my knees to my chest and my head buried in them. Tears slid down my face uncontrollably.

I could feel myself shaking violently and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop myself.

My house was being uncontrollably haunted and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

No body has had salt in stock for the last two months. Without the salt, there was no end to the constant torture I’ve been going through.

Salt has been used for years to ward off evil. But as the oceans are drained and filtered to be made drinkable, the evil that was trapped there was unleashed.

No pastor or priest I’ve had come in could do anything about it either. The scratches on my body will continue to mass produce and all I can do is live with it.

Maybe I’ll make friends with these demons one day, maybe I’ll come to find comfort in the scratches and scars and burns.

But until then, I live in an eternal hell.