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One evening, our family was watching the television. The show was about cancer and the survivors of cancer, and it went into several examples of how it affected peoples lives.
Then this one man came forth to share his story. He told the interviewer how he had survived the cancer and was currently cancer-free. He was very pessimistic however, and was a firm atheist as well. He then told the interviewer, that he fully expected the cancer to return one day, and that it would end up being the death of him.
As this man finished saying this to the cameraman, one of my kids got up and went into his bedroom. After a few moments, I sensed that something was not right, so I got up and followed him into his room.
There, my son told me, that he had seen a demon come out of the television screen, and walk slowly into his bedroom. So my son had gotten up to go follow it, to see what it would do. (He didn’t want it to go hide in his bedroom, just to come out and attack him later on.) He was going to cast it out right away, but something stopped him.
The demon was sitting on his bed, looking really angry and resentful at having to be there. It was small in size, being about the same size as my son, who at the time, was only about five feet tall, if that. As my son looked at it, the word ‘harlequin’ came to mind, for that is what it resembled. Its face was covered with a black mask, and it had shoulder length hair that was the same color. It’s eyes glowed a bright red. It had a loose rectangle shaped tunic, that was covered with the traditional harlequin pattern, but in dark shades of grey and black. Under the tunic, the demon wore black tights, and his shoes were pointed and curled up into a circle at the tip.
“Who are you?” my child asked, bewildered. He had never seen such a demon before, and couldn’t understand what it was doing in his bedroom.
“I am the jinx demon,” It replied. It then showed my son a scroll that it held in his hands, along with an ink pen, that was very long. “See?” the demon said, motioning to what was written upon the scroll. “that man that you were watching out there through the television screen? He died, just as he said he would. I wrote it down here on my scroll, right when he first proclaimed it. He himself gave us permission to take his life.”
The demon then said that it was his job to go about the world and record in writing, anything us humans said, that might be of benefit for his lord satan. He especially liked to record the bad things that believers said over their lives, for this gave satan that power over them, to bring upon them the very thing that they had declared over their lives by their own tongue.
It sneered at my son, and told him that he had things written down upon his scroll, about him.
At that point, my son became repulsed by it, and promptly cast it out from his presence.
That is when I had walked into the room.
When my son finished telling me what had happened, we went back out into the living room, and continued to watch the rest of the television show.
At the very end of the show, the broadcaster told the viewers, that right as this show finished its production, this man had indeed just been told that his cancer had returned, and that he had then died just a few days later.