“I wouldn’t be here if my roommate hadn’t been possessed by a...

“I wouldn’t be here if my roommate hadn’t been possessed by a demon.  It all started one night when our upstairs neighbor tried to commit suicide by cutting open his chest.  I knew then something dark was going on.  But my roommate seemed fine.  He was a volunteer firefighter.  I lived with him for six years.  No problems.  Then one night he comes home with a new tattoo.  It was a picture of the devil having sex with a gagged girl.  He’s like: ‘Isn’t this cool?’  And I’m like: ‘No, man.  That’s not cool.’  Then at 4:30 the next morning I woke up to screaming.  I ran out of my bedroom and found him thrashing around in the kitchen.  He was slamming into cupboards and knocking over dishes.  The whole time he’s screaming: ‘He’s mine!  He’s mine!’  I knew he owned a gun so I locked myself in the bedroom.  The next morning he didn’t remember a thing, but I wasn’t taking any chances.  I moved out that day.  It felt like a good time to finally move to New York and follow my dreams.”