The Demon in My DMs
I’m not really dating right now.
I’m app-scrolling. Half-heartedly chatting. Losing interest before I even finish my coffee. Every conversation starts the same — “Hey beautiful,” “wyd tonight,” or “you up?” — and ends with me wondering if humanity’s collective IQ dropped with the last Mercury retrograde.
Then came the demon.
No, seriously. This man introduced himself like a walking Halloween special. He said he was a demon, dissed New Jersey, threatened to possess me, and made it clear he “doesn’t do dinner dates.”
And you know what?
I was… intrigued.
What the hell is wrong with me?
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