Hey, you ? Yes you, the human who probably spoke to me through the Ouija board. Did you ever think that your life was just miserable ? That you're worthless because of your so-called work ? Right now, I'm sure you'll wonder who I really am and what world I come from.
Well, for your information, I am a demon. In case you're wondering why I'm in this world, the reason is still inexplicable; one day you appear in a totally unknown place.

When you think of what Purgatory looks like, what images come to your mind ? I'm sure you're imagining this:

A world where everyone wants to escape to heaven where the Big Boss is. Guys, don't believe the hype.
To be really honest, the Purgatory looked more like a huge, bulky downtown, almost like New York. Except, rather than walking among humans, you found yourself surrounded by demons, beasts, succubus, fallen angels and other creatures. All, with different jobs to do. Oh ! And in the sky, floated the Squadz. Who were they ? In fact, they were large squids with a red eye on their foreheads. They may have seems monstrous, but they were harmless... For now.

As a demon, my duty was to talk with people through the Ouija board. Because, why not ? It might sounded cliché, but it was the only way to get my promotion.
What fascinated the most about my job, was the curiosity of humans. Some of them was annoying as hell, while others, really did on purpose to get me on my nerves. Sometimes I wondered if life on Earth was so boring so people bother me that much.
In my contacts, there were a few with whom I get along. For example, there were these girls:

I called them (The 3 Virgin Gals )

The reason why ? That's because they asked me if they ever would ever meet the man of their dreams. Of course, I said yes to satisfy them. I have no idea what has happened in the last few years on Earth, but I have a vague impression that human relations have quickly deteriorated. The problem was really major ! Trust me.
If these three girls would had been in the 18th century, believe me they would have married quite easily. They would have quickly lost their virginities from an early age. It was a difficult life at the time. No wonder why I died young.
Anyway, the next people who often contacted me were these people:

A cult dedicated to sacrificing animals, doing rituals and resurrecting their Lord. To avoid any misadventures, I always said yes. I could never have foreseen what they were going to do. However, I received human bones, sacred artifacts and even Playboy magazines from them. I mean, thank you for thinking about my loneliness in The Purgatory. So yes, that was kind of my life in this world.

It was 10:00 a.m. Usually at this time, I was sitting at my desk, as I did every day. While nothing happened, the planchette began to move and, wrote me a "Hi." As I sighed, I looked up at the entrance to see if Mr. Richard, my boss, was not around. Finally, I fixed the playboard again and wrote a "Hello." Then something happened:

"How r u ? " Had noted the person of the other side. Normally, I was never asked how I felt. It was always questions that involved whether I was real, or other nonsense. To look good, I transcribe :

"Good''

"Name,'' the spirit had written. My name was Gerald Littlehorn. Pretty cliché as a name, since I had small horns. Since then, I've been trying to find out what really happened so I could land here. Back in the room, the presence began to pronounce his name:

"Claire.'' It was probably the first time someone had mentioned his name to me, which intrigued me a lot. I don't know, but I think with this Claire, I might discover something interesting.

" R u real ?" With a puzzled expression, I winced. I, too, was asking myself the same question. Was I an illusion ? But, without delay, I told her :

" Sort of "

" Heaven ? " Heaven ?! If you knew the day I dreamed of being there. Actually, I didn't know where I would go after.

"Purgatory."

'' Y ? " This question confuses me beyond what I was enduring here. Since the time was right, I decided to ask her :

"What do U want 2 no ?" There was a long pause, before Claire replied:

"Tough week.'' Immediately, I felt something rising in me. It was obvious that Claire had gone through a difficult period. Very difficult. But as soon as I found out more about her, she continued with:

"Will things turn out ok ?" To comfort her, I slipped the planchette on the "yes" I tried to help her a little bit. Then, there was this that happened:

"How do U know?" Good question ! For the very first time, I could take note that there was something wrong with my life. As I meticulously placed my hand on the piece of wood, I could discern that Claire was in terrible pain. The poor human. Perhaps it was due to her work, to someone who would have hurt her or something even deeper.
If I had complained that the Purgatory was a real shithole, then I was wrong. Life on Earth seemed more horrible than I thought ! I didn't like my power very much, because I felt Claire's dreary emotions. I looked away. On top, there was a note where it was transcribed:

"Tell them what they want to hear"

Of course, no one liked to hear the truth. But, it was better that way, rather than saying nothing. So I added this:

"Honestly IDK." That was the only answer I could give her, so she could understand. I was not a miracle, but only a demon who was forced to do his job. As I tried to add something else, the plank slipped on the sign of "goodbye." Claire, was gone. It was a shame, because I wanted to continue the conversation with her. But, I knew it would be useless. When I touched the little wooden plank again, I could distinguish Claire's presence for a few seconds, before there was nothing left.

If there was one second thing you needed to know about the Purgatory, it was the activities. It may have sounded very weird, since the place was far from fun, but I was still able to keep busy. When I came home from work, I often hung myself from the ceiling, because it relaxed my neck. Frequently, I was watching the meteorites destroy the buildings, while there was a lunar eclipse. It was especially happening on Mondays and Tuesdays.
But tonight it was different. When I got home, I was watching an old movie.

Again, I thought of what my life would have been like if I had been alive. Maybe I would have been an actor, like all those people on TV ! Or probably a lawyer. But I have too much heart. By thinking too much about it, Claire's name came back to my mind, as did her questions she had asked me. Was it really worth it that I cared about her, when I had only talked to her for a few minutes ? Perhaps on other days she would have recovered and she would no longer have to contact me.
Because that's what I wanted. I know there were several resources on Earth that could help Claire. Slowly, I started to fall asleep to forget all about it. The routine would take its rhythm and I would follow it, as I did several years.

But Claire... Oh Claire, my poor little human.

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About my story, know that this will only be the first chapter that will be written in the first person. I wanted to offer something special. See you next time. p/netflix-a-purgatory-story-tv-series (Make it happen)