although I could not yet ascertain it. One
thing was clear in that this gift was being
given to glorify the givers, more than to
assist the family in need.
Wandering around the house, I
noticed a large, ornate, circular stairway and
quickly ascended it. But as I did, a huge
windstorm overtook my soul as I looked
upon the face of a particularly terrifying
demon. Sitting upon a 'throne' was a man
who was not ethnically a black man. But
everything he wore was black, his skin was
black and his eyes were a piercing red.
Around his head was a large black turban
and winds of evil literally blew from him in
a heated storm of fury.
Tearing down the staircase, I found
myself back in the familiar part of the home.
People were continuing to enjoy the party,
completely unaware of this unusually
sinister presence. Noticing that the
temperatures in the house were quickly
beginning to rise, I understood that the
demonic force was about to overcome this
home.
Walking quietly to the intended
recipient of this gift, I informed her of the
demonic nature of it and that the home was
brent
(Brent)
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