My Possesion Part 1

          I have never really understood this world. There were always too many questions without an answer. My parents loved the idea. It was the dreams that pressed me into it. But you see, once I did it, I never really imagined it to be as real as this. This story is only meant to inform you that what I have witnessed is real. What I have beared guilt over is only a mere impossibility. I have always been fascinated by the other side. It has always been a pecuiliarlity of mine. when I was younger I always thought I could feel things. whether it was watching over me or breathing down my neck. Most would say "It’s the drugs fuckin’ with ya!". i knew better than that though. My grandmother had always told me I had a gift. My mother always said I was crazy. My father was never around to say anything without something to beat me with. I was the bastard son.

          I should have began by introducing myself. My name is Layne Holloway, and I am an exorcist. Yes, you may find it funny, as well as I do. My family also finds it very ironic. I began balding in my late twenties, I was fascinated by the occult. I also was inflamed by the passion of art. Skin Art as a matter of fact. I have a full sleeve of demons on my right arm, a quarter sleeve with the Reaper himself and all of his glorious deeds, skulls and zombies on my legs. Yes, I am a walking contadiction. It was the dream that turned everything around for me. it was like a calling fo sorts, and I answered. what else was I to do. Single father who had been fired from the company he had worked with for 7 years. No jobs like it in the United States at all. I begged and pleaded for a sign, anything, just something to show me where to turn. Maybe it wasnt the best turn of events, but I did it. it seemed like the right thing to do. and this is my story.