Wake Up and Open Your Eyes

by Clay McLeod Chapman

Devon felt like a bloated sponge compared to her. SpongeMom YogaPants.

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It may be Marcus doing the talking, but it’s Asher’s words finding their way out of your nephew’s mouth. He’s parroting his parents.

Happy Meal for Marcus, but he tosses the toy out. The boy has no use for happiness anymore. Not in this new world.

When we talk about the internet, we speak of “trolls” or “bots” feeding us misinformation…but what if they’re demons? Actual demons?

Used to be a Ouija board that brought these devils in…Now all we do is click. By accepting the terms of service, we submit ourselves to these demonic forces.

So yeah. This is not our horror story. This is your fucking horror story. An American Horror Story… But whose America, am I right?

There are no demons. No devils. This is just you. You. Humanity at its worst. The hate in all of your hearts. The bitterness just finally boiled over and look what spilled out.

Demons don’t belong to political parties. They don’t register to vote. They’re not even affiliated with any one religion.