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Cultivating a monster. Deep within the burrows of my brain lived him, he always speaks to me but his words are unheard to you. He complains and constantly gets irritated by all that you do, your laughter, your conversations, your tantrums, your doubts and your selfish behavior  make him hysterical. I constantly urge him to not force me, he never listens. He keeps buzzing in my head to let him free. Susan could hear the words that were being played in her husband's head. Her eyes could sense strings being drawn out behind his head. The baleful sight of the red eyes of Pazuzu were poking through his eyes, waiting to come out and devour  her.