She woke to find the demon there.
It was a woman -- or a girl, she barely looked eighteen -- with long, unruly black hair and surprisingly delicate features. She stood over Mr. Flats' bed, but her eyes were on Sister Roberta.
"Anybody ever tell you that you drool a lot in your sleep?" the demon asked. Mr. Flats didn't stir.
The Sister rose to her feet, quickly wiping the side of her mouth. She was not afraid. "In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, I command you to leave this man in peace
"Wow," said the demon. "Wow, are you serious with this?"
"Lord, have mercy -- "
"Oh my dog, you are serious." The demon sat down on the edge of the bed. The mattress bounced and Sister Roberta darted a glance at Mr. Flats, but he slept on peacefully.
You can buy a copy of the mag here. Please to be noting, it's published in Australia, so shipping might be a bit high. :/
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