InvidiaRed

Working at a mall you see all sorts of people.

Tonight, I had an unpleasant experience to meet a blackguard. 

A fair bit disconcerting to feel unclean in the traditional sense.

Definitely, not used to people able to poison the atmosphere where they dwell and defile the vibe of a place long after they leave. With a lingering wrongness that raises the hairs on the back of your neck.

Co-workers called them demon people and I’m inclined to agree. I steadfastly refused to look at these people in the eye because there was something inhumane in the way they looked at others.

I don’t think the extra strength cleaning solution covers spiritual filth.