So, this happened.
What are we looking at here? This is the scene I came home from work yesterday to find. This is my bed. The large reddish-brown thing bottom left is what’s left of the baked clay plate I burned the sage on. The smaller reddish-brown things strewn about on my bed are pieces of said plate.
Now, okay. The logical explanation is that Rufus did this. It makes sense, right? Except it doesn’t. The plate is THICK. At least half an inch. And hard. It’s baked clay, like a tile. And glazed. And WTF?
I checked his teeth. His teeth are fine. How are his teeth fine if he spent the day shredding baked clay?
Boyfriend says that Rufus is my demon. Which doesn’t really make me feel better.
I picked up what’s left of the plate and burned sage on it again last night, on the table to the right of my bed. On the table left of my bed, I burned that guardian angel candle for a solid three hours. And I read the prayer on the back, which asks for specific protection against “the demon.” I read it aloud in English. And then again in Spanish.
And then I gave sleeping with the light on a go.
No night terrors, but I woke up at 3:51 to a loud noise in my head and then again at 4:55 to what I thought was my vibrating phone. I don’t think I need to tell you that both times it took a good while for me to fall back asleep.
Boyfriend comes tonight to share the bed with me for two blessed nights. Think I can trick him into staying forever?