Astrid The Devil

Juke Teroy: MONSTER

Sometimes there’s this pressure in my head. It asks me to do things. It doesn’t speak any language but I FEEL what it’s saying.

It wants them dead. It wants them all dead. My wife, my daughter, my best friend’s family. But especially Astor. She started this. The Pressure tells me that.

That monster, she started this.

It shows up everywhere. Once, my wife blanked out mid-movement, dropping our daughter so hard she split her bottom lip. I was scared for them both. The Pressure, it was just sad she hadn’t cracked her skull, though. It asked, beating into my brain, ‘why don’t you help crack your daughter’s skull instead’? I didn’t, and I feel good about that. I tended to my wife and daughter and life went on. The Pressure quieted.

It reminded me that Astor did this to her, though. Like a secondary option: okay, you don’t want to murder Noah and Chaunce, why not kill Astor instead?

Kill the monster. Make her suffer.

The Pressure tells me that I’m supposed to destroy certain people. It’s my purpose in life. I try to ignore it but the longer I do, the less I remember. The feeling turns into a shrieking, ugly siren. I vomit blood. I pass out.

Sometimes I wake up in random places and there’s this vicious rage pumping through me that could melt skin and I just scream and claw at my face until it quiets. Sometimes, there’s blood around. It’s never mine.

There’s this pressure in my head. It asks me to do things. It doesn’t speak any language but I know what it’s saying. They all have to die.

At the very least, Astor, that monster Astor, has to suffer.