The story of Scratchen's travel through time and space, believe it or not, begins around the same time the attack of my demons began: about age 5. I'll write more about that later. But, in the interests of expediency and prioritization (in other words, for now ), I'll limit my narrative to what happened two nights ago: On that night, just as they began back in March of last year, as first described in Demons Threaten Scratchen , the Voices Demons were threatening Scratchen with injury and death, all night and all day; whereas they used to say, "Scratchen is dead meat," they are now saying, "We're going to hurt Scratchen's little head." The change in the words they use to threaten Scratchen occurred several months ago; but, the threat, overall, is fairly the same. What was different on this night, however, was an actual appearance by Scratchen herself, outside my window, right when the Voices Demons told me to look outside: Scratchen doe
My inevitable demise, daily.