My Boyfriend Is a Demon

The dark, moonless dawn was only a mere detail of how horrible that day had been.Walking slowly down the sidewalk, feeling the tears falling down her cheeks without bothering to dry them, Shandra thought about what she would do with the painful life unfolding in front of her.The young woman tried to stop the sobbing that rose up her throat, but could not. Then she began to cry openly like a child, holding the medallion tightly under her shirt.The three events of the day flashed through his mind for the thousandth time, like a cruel and sad movie replaying on the television.First: her arch enemy and rival, Sasha Royal, had made Shandra suffer a huge embarrassment in the cafeteria, humiliating her in front of everyone in the school.Second: her favorite teacher, the handsome and friendly Mr. Rinkons, died of a massive heart attack on his way to school.And third: the man she thought to be her friend, confidant and possible fiancé in the near future, the athlete and now ex-boyfriend

"How did you get in here?! Who are you?!"The man seems confused by the human's apparent fear. After all, she summoned it, didn't she? Why was she acting that way?He steps out of the tiny closet space, freeing his muscles from that wooden confinement. Moving his arms and back to stretch, the stranger replies:"I have unlimited access to anything that concerns you. And... Well, you know who I am, so I didn't understand the purpose of your question."Shandra takes great care that her indignation does not draw her mother's attention as she inquires:"What?!"He just laughs."I like the role you are playing. It's fun. But you should be more cautious about your idea of recreation. For a second, I really thought you had no idea who I am."The young woman is so wide-eyed and her breathing so loud that he laughs. Then the unknown man takes a good look at the posters and occult objects in the room, approaching the crystal ball."Interesting. Do you also have the gift of clairvoyance?"Contemp

Sam immediately gets to his feet and looks at the door. Shandra also gets up from the bed, feeling chills once again, but for completely different reasons now.The voice of the young girl's mother enters in tandem with her father's, also shouting and cursing."Are they wanting to beat you up because you've been missing all day?" He asks loudly."Sssssh! They can hear you!" Whispers the girl.Sam makes a negative sign with his head."People only hear me if I want them to hear me. Everything is under control, don't worry."The door is almost going down. Shandra's father shouts once again, his pasty voice indicating that he is drunk as usual."YOU WILL REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN."The girl knows she should be armored against that kind of verbal violence that is so unnecessary. Most of the time, it was as if the words went in one ear and out the other.But that particular day was the most difficult one she had ever faced. It was incredibly challenging to listen to that mountain of curse

The stranger smells like cinnamon, elderberry and plant leaves, and probably some medicine. His breath is strange too, like he's chewing tobacco, smoking or something.The girl is about to cringe, telling him to stay away from her, but the stranger's blue eyes change for a second... Showing the true color of fire that makes them so beautiful and intense.Sam.Shandra opens her mouth, completely shocked. He had changed completely! How had he done that?Immediately she cracks a smile of recognition, hugging "Uncle" tightly."Hi, Uncle! I'm glad you got here so quickly. My parents are in the emergency room!"She explains to him what happened, repeating the story of the call. It's amazing how well she can lie, even though she was following specific information."Let's go see your parents right away. Let me just talk to the receptionist."Shandra had no idea how he managed to pull off that incredible physical transformation, much less how he got an ID card. After a few minutes of filling o

The cemetery has almost no people.Apart from a few distant relatives, such as practically unknown cousins, one or another colleague and close friend, and, of course, the officiant himself, who was responsible for the funeral and burial of the poor couple.Wearing a black overcoat, as well as thick, fuzzy tights of the same color and matching boots, Shandra walked arm in arm with Sam, who wore the same old white skin, thinning beard and unsettling eyes. No one dared to talk to him or ask where he knew the girl from.It was a cold autumn Sunday, but in the girl's heart, it was winter. After crying non-stop for the past two days, she had chosen to use tranquilizers on the day of the funeral. She didn't want to make a scene in front of anyone.Shandra looks at the company next to her. Sam stares at her, the orange blotches that make up his irises are as serious as ever, but without that familiar teasing touch.It was the girl's idea to call him to the funeral. She just said she would fee