When I was 15 years old, I awoke one morning to the vision of a tall, horned, upright creature, with huge talons, a huge erect penis, and sharp teeth dripping black saliva. This, I knew, was what some people imagined a demon to look like. I was so tired I didn’t care what happened to me as long as I didn’t have fully awaken, so I turned to face the wall, like que sera sera, and I just went back to sleep. There were no unexplained wounds on my body when I woke up later that morning, and I didn’t feel any differently than I had the day before – I didn’t feel haunted or hunted or sick, so while I never forgot the visitation, I reconciled the experience to an upsetting experience that made me feel sorry for myself and scared of dying young. Something else weird happened later that same year. I was playing Ouija Board with two of my friends during one of our gin-and-Pepsi slumber parties. I was not scared of the Ouija Board, because it was a mass-mar...