The Life of a Demoniac

Granted, there aren't many windows to the apartment I live in, and the bathroom window was the only one reasonably accessible to the Peeping Tom that is the subject of this post, which happens to be a light post (more on that in a bit). The bedroom window, which was the closest window to me yesterday at the time of the intrusion, is hard enough to look through from the outside for a human, let alone a three-story high pole. It sits adjacent to an outdoor deck built on top of the roof of the second story of the commercial on top of which the apartment was built, which sits three-stories high. The deck doesn't extend all the way to the bedroom window as it does to the living room window; rather, a wooden barrier separates a drop of nearly one-and-half-stories to another deck between them, which is not accessible without bringing your own ladder. You could jump the distance, perhaps; but, you'd still need a ladder to elevate your eyes to the level of the bedroom window. It

A still frame taken from a video made, of course, during a period of high demonic activity, but also after a highly interactive period with high demonic activity, proves definitively that chroma is not just another form of the color noise typically found in digital media made in low-light environments, as is one misconception; rather, it is indeed an imprint on a digital camera image sensor left by the radiation molecules in a cloaked state emit. As is always the case with images and videos made when the Gates of Hades goes on a bender to beat all benders, people (or parts of people) falling within shadow—which does not necessarily mean dark, but also any area of relative darkness to the significantly brighter light surrounding it—inadvertently give away their demonic possessors (or parts of them), their skin taking on a texture that looks like a flaming fire, and that which it covers taking the form of the devil within: Heavenly Father...please help me take a bite out of evil tod

Some people might say that I make (and keep) videos of my incessant scratching, which only takes place during periods of high demonic activity, to spite myself. Not only do they look a little crazy, there's also  a lot of them. But, that's the point: the head-scratching looks crazy, and I had to make a lot of videos in order to demonstrate that the cause is not insanity. To that end, I proffer this still frame from a video made earlier this year, which I made while scratching and picking at my head: A round, golden-colored object or entity surfaces from underneath my scalp, pierces my fingers with its prongs, and then disappears somewhere inside my head again through a tiny slit Just to the side of my middle finger, there is something round and golden-colored, which, as the source video shows, rose from underneath my scalp, pierced my fingers with two or three of its prongs, and then disappeared into my skull through a tiny slit: The object or entity moves fast,