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Jinxx was positive that something was following him. He always felt that he was being watched. Even when he was in the bathroom. It disturbed him to no end. While he wasn't some modest assed, blushing school girl, as Sammi, and probably the neighbors, could most likely attest to, there were just some things that he didn't go for, and being watched while he took a dump was one of them! There was a serious difference between prancing around the house naked for the benefit of his fiance, and having some strange, unknown, invisible stalker being a peeping tom!
But more to the point, it wasn't just the feeling of eyes bugging Jinxx. Sure, it annoyed him, but if some pervert wanted to stare at his junk 24/7, he didn't give a fuck. Hell, he could even pass it, the feeling of being constantly watched, off as his mind playing tricks on him.
But there was the sound of breathing, and footsteps. It was so bad, even Sammi noticed it, and several times had gone to investigate, the nearest heavy object in hand. Once, she managed to give poor Chuppy a concussion. But many times, there was no one there that she could see (and kill their braincells while she was at it!).
She and Jinxx both agreed that it was getting to be too much.
They were at the point of calling in a priest, their last resort, because not only did Jinxx not believe in the power of priests, but he abhorred them, because of the way that they spoke of the fallen angels in their sermons.
It wasn't just the feeling of being watched bothering the couple, either. Door knobs would rattle, things would move and fall, and several times, Jinxx had woken up to a heavy pressure on his chest, and once, even, his throat.
Sammi had told him things in the house had been thrown at her. Both had witnessed things being moved or lost. They were both sick and tired of being sick and tired, and of their unwelcome guest. But whatever it was, it didn't stay inside the house. No, in fact, it followed them, mostly Jinxx, everywhere. Even the crapper.
"This is the last fucking straw!" Jinxx finally yelled when one day, the draw containing Sammi's underwear had sprung open, and the contents were scattered every which way, almost like an invisible person were furious, and throwing a tantrum, causing absolute fucking carnage. "Only I get to touch those!" He snapped,before sending Sammi off to a hotel, and going to get CC. The Destroyer should be able to destroy whatever nasty critter was bothering the couple. After all that was why they called him the Destroyer. But more to the point, if Jinxx found out that they'd been terrorized that he was a poltergeist, he would give up his beloved codpiece. Because he knew that there was no way that a simple poltergeist could be that malevolent.
Strangely enough, Sammi had told him that whatever it was, it left her alone when she was away from Jinxx. Sadly, Senor Stinky Bones couldn't say the same. And he was still fucking stewing over the underwear incident.
But more to the point, it wasn't just the feeling of eyes bugging Jinxx. Sure, it annoyed him, but if some pervert wanted to stare at his junk 24/7, he didn't give a fuck. Hell, he could even pass it, the feeling of being constantly watched, off as his mind playing tricks on him.
But there was the sound of breathing, and footsteps. It was so bad, even Sammi noticed it, and several times had gone to investigate, the nearest heavy object in hand. Once, she managed to give poor Chuppy a concussion. But many times, there was no one there that she could see (and kill their braincells while she was at it!).
She and Jinxx both agreed that it was getting to be too much.
They were at the point of calling in a priest, their last resort, because not only did Jinxx not believe in the power of priests, but he abhorred them, because of the way that they spoke of the fallen angels in their sermons.
It wasn't just the feeling of being watched bothering the couple, either. Door knobs would rattle, things would move and fall, and several times, Jinxx had woken up to a heavy pressure on his chest, and once, even, his throat.
Sammi had told him things in the house had been thrown at her. Both had witnessed things being moved or lost. They were both sick and tired of being sick and tired, and of their unwelcome guest. But whatever it was, it didn't stay inside the house. No, in fact, it followed them, mostly Jinxx, everywhere. Even the crapper.
"This is the last fucking straw!" Jinxx finally yelled when one day, the draw containing Sammi's underwear had sprung open, and the contents were scattered every which way, almost like an invisible person were furious, and throwing a tantrum, causing absolute fucking carnage. "Only I get to touch those!" He snapped,before sending Sammi off to a hotel, and going to get CC. The Destroyer should be able to destroy whatever nasty critter was bothering the couple. After all that was why they called him the Destroyer. But more to the point, if Jinxx found out that they'd been terrorized that he was a poltergeist, he would give up his beloved codpiece. Because he knew that there was no way that a simple poltergeist could be that malevolent.
Strangely enough, Sammi had told him that whatever it was, it left her alone when she was away from Jinxx. Sadly, Senor Stinky Bones couldn't say the same. And he was still fucking stewing over the underwear incident.
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