I am Not a Lunatic (another horror story)

Jack reclined on a chaise lounge and said:

“Doctor, you know what? I am able to see devils. No, I am not a lunatic. I am a licensed psychologist too. I know I haven’t lost my mind. I saw a little gray demon squat in the corner of my bedroom, facing the wall. He plucked his own entrails and threw them off. Last night, something serious happened, since not having many inner organs left in his body, he turned his head to me and stared at my belly.”

The door opened at that moment and Tracy, Jack’s wife, stuck her head in and asked in surprise: ”Jackie, why are you talking to a mirror?”

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