Demon hunters

I was with a group of 4 people driving around the UK in a minivan hunting demons which was a fairly normal thing to do.

We’d visited Warwick castle during the day but I’d struggled to take photos of it as whenever I tried using the camera app on my phone, the zoom level was set incredibly high and I was able to see the wooden interior of the castle.

Some demons were enormous and would wander around the countryside leaving blooming flowers in their wake and not really harming anyone so they were just left alone. Demons were also able to physically alter and damage you quite easily.

Our demon hunting escapades were being funded by a groovy 70’s music producer type who happened to be a demon himself but we weren’t aware of this at the time. The rationale behind his funding our hunting was that if we managed to defeat enough demons in the world he’d eventually become stronger as the source of all demon power was shared between all living demons.

In the evening we stopped in Newcastle at a kebab shop to order some food when we were attacked by minions of the music producer. The group of us were all crushed to a couple centimetres thick but still alive so we were unable to move.

We were saved by a mother and daughter group of demon hunters who were both quite naive and hadn’t yet killed any demons.