I Store My Demons Next to the Pickled Beets
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Ball Jar Demon
The demon lasted a good month, emitting low moans and sandpaper coughs into her ear, before Celia found an old Ball jar in the cellar, plucked the being off the cutting board with a pair of chopsticks where it had writhed since its summoning, screwed it in tightly without any empathy, and slotted it between the crunchy peanut butter and the wax beans.
This one, her first, lasted longer than she expected. She’d heard stories of demons scuttling away into nothing w
The demon lasted a good month, emitting low moans and sandpaper coughs into her ear, before Celia found an old Ball jar in the cellar, plucked the being off the cutting board with a pair of chopsticks where it had writhed since its summoning, screwed it in tightly without any empathy, and slotted it between the crunchy peanut butter and the wax beans.
This one, her first, lasted longer than she expected. She’d heard stories of demons scuttling away into nothing w
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