“Danny, you know I’ve been having my masses lately. Well, while you were away, both Alice and I saw something. You’re vulnerable. The demons we call may try to hurt you, and they may even try to possess you. I want to protect you, so I am going to give you this. It means a lot to me and has been in the family for many years. It belonged to my little brother before he died. It meant a great deal to him and gave him strength. Perhaps it can provide you protection.”
With great sincerity and a hint of tears in her eyes, she handed me the heavy wrapped package. It was the greatest concern she’d ever shown for me. It also scared the hell out me; this threat must be real. There were creatures living in the house that wanted to hurt me. It wasn’t just my imagination. She believed the threat was real, and I had no reason to doubt her because Alice affirmed her story. Perhaps my mother understood my feelings better than I gave her credit for. Demons liked to hurt boys who were lost and empty inside. Perhaps they could read my mind; they would know that I was a sissy. This notion excited me on some levels, but I took her advice seriously in the same spirit it was offered.
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