I was on my way to Cinderville when the sky became cauldron black and massive clouds were heading in my direction. The trees were being pushed back and forth by the wind, which was howling and growling. My spine tingled as the wind ripped the papers out of my hands and flung them around. I made an effort to chase after the papers, but it was useless. Even though I was only a short distance from the home I was invited in to exorcise a spirit, I chose to quicken my speed instead. I raised my gaze to the sky, the storm was now getting close, a group of birds flew off into the distance as the sky was illuminated by dazzling, flashing lighting like a fireworks display. To me the thunder was not only brewing destruction in Cinderville, but I knew I was going up a creek without a paddle. I have been exorcising ghosts, demons, jinns and other malevolent spiritual entities from a person, or area that is haunted for a period of quinquennium. Whenever the weather was bad I knew I was going to meet the devil in the flesh, but that didn’t matter to me because i was also not a saint nor the devil, but i once went to hell and and came back with the devils tools.