My new flatmate

Waking up, the demon above me leaning on the ceiling, grinning his yellow teeth at me. I look him in the eyes, his black eyes injected with blood, staring at me without blinking. The body of a dead, not his body but stolen from another nobody dead, abandoned, lost, and never found, perched up there, defying gravity. I turn to the side, wrap myself in the blanket, and try to fall asleep, ignoring the atrocious creature. A minute later, he starts stomping on the ceiling, walking in circles, shaking the entire bedroom. I get up, grab him by the hair, pull him down and ask him: What the fuck is wrong with you !? He laughs back and shouts, "Hit me, please, I am so afraid..!" and starts peeing on himself. I drop him and walk to the bathroom, thinking. I'm sick of this bastard.

I didn't want to take a flatmate, but the winter was harsh, and the energy and electricity bills spiked. I had to. It was a compromise that I had to make, so I organised a visit, or casting, or calle it whatever you like, to find a flatmate. And so, the devil gave me a call and said: "Hey, Marius. I have a demon you might get along well with, he's young, but you take him under your wing and be gentle." "I'll pay you double. And don't tell me no." I answer; "To hell with your friend! Double is not enough ! You'll pay me more, and it's only for 4 months."  He replied: "Deal!" and I followed: "I want 2000 a month for the living room." - "You are becoming greedy, Marius, but I will pay you, money is not a problem" The demon was already in the living room when I hung up the phone. What was I expecting to have him knock on the door?

I took a cold shower, dressed, made a small breakfast, and walked out the door. Busy day today; I must stay focused.