Why I want to be an exorcist


I was raised Catholic-ish. My mom was Catholic (although not really that into it), and my dad was a fallen…
When I got home that night, I noticed the smiling jack-o-lantern in my front yard was crushed. You might be wondering how, exactly, I could tell. In all honesty, I couldn’t explain it to you myself. Maybe there was a tarnished look to his usual cheerful glow. Maybe that familiar jagged smile had something ever so slightly strained about it — I really…