Demon Child

This is a true story Catherine Morandi

There is war in the Philippines and malls and cinemas are being bombed by terrorists. For such reason, my friends and I decided to rent a suite in a hotel room to party!!!

I brought the vodka.
Dan brought Tequila.
Jan brought a case of red wine.
Max brought the pot.
Chito brought his inhaler.
Mad brought her child.

"Oh, what an adorable, sweet and cute little four-year old," said everyone.

The child got busy by sitting by the ice bucket. He filled up everyone's drinks with ice.

After two hours, I realized he was sucking and drooling all over the ice when nobody was looking, so I told everyone: "That kid is a pig!" So his Mom gently grabbed him and kindly told him to stop playing.

I entered the bathroom to pee and I found the child there, sitting quietly on the tub and watching tv.

"Get out of the bathroom," I told him.

"Hell, no!" Said the child.

As he turned around, I could have sworn that his head rotated 360 degrees. I thought it was probably all the booze, not to mention the pot, getting to my head. I URGENTLY NEEDED TO PEE! So I grabbed the child to throw him out. The child had an incredible strength! He grabbed my arm, threw me on the floor, and we rolled out of the bathroom, while he was kicking me, biting me and scratching me. Two guys had to get him off me. I ended up with a bruised arm and leg, a torn jacket and my sandal broke. His mother even scolded me, not him, for being too "temperamental". "You naughty girl! He is just a little angel." His mom told me.

The child was running around the room, screaming, rolling on the floor and picking on our poor gay friend by shoving the ice tongs up his ass. But nobody dared complain because his mother said it was normal for a kid to be "a little vivacious".

After 30 minutes, I was looking for the extra glasses and the tongs for the ice bucket to fix some drinks for the new guests, but everything was missing. I finally entered the bathroom and found the child playing with the toilet bowl. "Hey, what are you doing?" I growled. "Just washing some stuff!" The child said laughing. He ran away and I saw the ice tongs and all of the glasses piled up inside the toilet bowl. This time, I did not whine. I did not complain. I just got a glass from inside the toilet bowl, poured in some red wine and served it to the demon-child's mother.

"Here, have some red wine, compliments of your darling child!" I told her as I handed her the glass with a warm smile.
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