The Devil is my next door neighbor. I don’t mean this in a figurative way either. He’s there and I can’t get rid of him. Not to mention he has friends. That's right: friends. You can only imagine the types of friends the devil keeps. 

After he was put in charge of my safety by my grandfather, he’s been taking his job quite seriously. Or maybe that’s him just humoring me for the sake of his own amusement. I'd say it's exactly that from that large, devious grin he always gives me. He’s the devil all right. And I for one can't wait until he moves out.