This story is going behind the cut because it’s extremely disturbing.

“Don’t yawn with your mouth open!”

How many times had he heard that? His Mom generally preferred children that kept mouths closed at all times, so he’d brushed her warnings off. He never understood, however, why his grandmother had been so adamant about it.

Until now.

He always assumed ‘Don’t yawn with your mouth open’ ended with an understood, ‘it’s rude.’ So for awhile he went out of his way to yawn–and chew–with his mouth open. Just to annoy his mother.

And although he got over the whole chewing with his mouth open thing, for some reason he never went back to covering his mouth when he yawned.

He heard the laugh and seethed. Unfortunately, seething was the only thing he was capable of doing anymore.

One minute he was having a nice relaxing yawn, next minute he discovered that he’d swallowed a demon.

Who even thought that demons existed, no less could enter your body when you yawned?

He didn’t. And now he was stuck. Stuck in the back of his own mind, watching out his eyes as the demon controlled his body.

Some of it wasn’t too bad. The episode with the blonde for instance had started out well. Unfortunately, he discovered not only was he unable to control his body, he wasn’t able to feel any bodily sensations.

That was a major disappointment, as he normally that that class of woman was way out of his league.

Other parts were pretty awful, however, and if he’d had control over his stomach, he’d have tossed it’s contents several times. He’d never understood the value of being able to close your eyes, until he lost that ability and had to watch as the demon reveled in doing horrible things.

The episode with the blonde didn’t end to well for her.

Now he was here, in front of his grandmothers house, walking up the front steps. He tried desperately to control his limbs, to turn away, to run back to the car, to run in front of a bus. But he could control his limbs no more than he could close his eyes when the blonde was eviscerated.

He watch himself walk up the front steps, raise his hand, and knock on the door.

He’d learned that even when they possessed a human body, demons could not enter a home uninvited. It has made for an awkward moment with the blonde, but at that point–before he knew what would happen–he was cheering for his body to go through the doorway.

He heard slow steps inside, coming towards the front door.

The demon apparently had a grudge against his grandmother, and had been biding his time for an opportunity to get back at her. Imagine his delight when he discovered the grandson of the woman who had banished him couldn’t be bothered for follow the simplest rituals to keep himself safe.

The door opened, and her heard his voice say, “Hello grandmother! May I come in?”

She looked him up and down, taking in the spit shined shoes, the pinstripe suit, and the fashionable hair cut. Then she reached behind the door, and came out swinging with the bat she kept there.

Next thing he knew he was soaking wet, lying on the sidewalk. When he opened his eyes he could see the salt circle surrounding him.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Gramma…”

He spoke! He had control over his voice! He sat up, and then slouched over as the world spun around him. The meals he’d been unable to lose earlier all came up in a great torrent.

When he looked up from the bucket–not quite sure where it had come from–she handed him a damp washcloth.

“Let me guess,” she said, “you didn’t cover your mouth when you yawned.”

He started to stare down, glanced at the contents of the bucket, and quickly looked back up. He nodded.

“Well,” she said, “we came here to escape punishment after I freed your grandfather. Looks like I’ll be sending you back now.” She reached into her voluminous purse and pulled out an envelope. “Here’s a ticket. The plane leaves in five hours. Take nothing. Great Aunt Stella will meet you at the airport. She’ll help you put yourself back together.”

With that, she turned and went back into the house, locking the door behind her.