100 Unfortunate Days by Penelope Crowe

and it would overwhelm her—and when they were revealed they were everywhere , watching every move the humans were making. Not doing anything attack-wise, but watching and waiting and plotting.
    I think this is what is happening with us. I think they just wait for us to make bad decisions and use the opportunity, any opportunity like that to get us. I think idol hands are the work of the devil. I think I need to shut off my brain because sometimes, a lot of the times, it is not me thinking. I am being attacked and my brain is being infiltrated with a constant stream of shit from demons. Or maybe the devil himself.
    There have been too many times recently where I have been angry at God—not the devil—and taken the anger and resentment and bitterness and left the door wide open, and I’m pretty sure that I get closer and closer to never being able to come back from this. Perfect possession is when the devil is just part of you—he no longer has to attack, he no longer torments you because you completely accept it, probably happily because it is easier to accept the fact that you have a place with the devil vs. a lord that takes your favorite pet, or your mom from cancer or has just given you a bad life in general. You figure there is no need to relate to a being that lets all these things happen. You’re screwed so you might as well go somewhere you at least feel welcome. Or you think you are welcome.
    You are so very welcome by the devil—you are his food. You willingly choose to knock on his front door and ask to be let in. You will not have a place there though. You will not be part of anything—you will be isolated and you will be murdered a little bit every day for the rest of your life—or at least until you decide to leave. And you can decide to leave. Even if you make a pact with the devil, you can change your mind and start over with God. And now you are going to be in for a fight. Because the devil had you and he is angry and he wants you back. He will send five more to get you back.

Day 84
    Stop staring—I can see you
    Although my eyes are closed
    You see I’ve caught you looking
    An uncompromising pose
    You can’t believe I’ve noticed
    That I’ve seen you peeking in
    The man I’m with is preoccupied
    This problem’s lost on him
    I’ve seen you quite a few times
    But you didn’t know I could
    Now I’ll put you I my pocket
    Or turn you into wood
    For you can’t continue watching
    And they’ll be a repercussion
    Oh sorry I upset you
    It’s the end of our discussion
    So shame on you—you peeping Tom
    Stand still and be a man
    You’re crying now—you pussy
    I think I’ve botched your plan
    This time it’s just a finger
    Big deal—now go to bed
    Sleep tight my little watcher
    Don’t tell or else you’re dead

Day 85
    It’s very hard to throw away a photograph. There is a saying that if you discard or destroy a picture, part of the person’s soul is destroyed. It is probably hidden in voodoo or magic ceremonies—if you have an image of the person or a piece of their hair or nail clipping you can put a spell on them and cause them harm. Some people don’t like to have their picture taken at all—some will not smile for the camera and some will not show their teeth. If you bury a picture of a person beneath a place where you will walk every day—you will gain power over that person.
    Don’t do the spells that are written in this book because then you will be sending out a personal invitation for the devil to come on in. Don’t do it. This is very hard to stop doing because it is fascinating and fun, and it makes the day less boring.

Day 86
    Today is I will put a disclaimer in the front of the book. A warning for people that in the beginning of the book the devil was here, and I let him be here—but now he is not, so I have to warn people that what they are reading is partially the work of the devil.

Day 87
    Here are some quick tidbits about me:
    I cannot finish things a lot of the