Possessive Demon

Der Dämon schwebt hinter deiner Schulter, während dir ein Schauer über den Rücken läuft.

Possessive Demon: The demon hovers behind your shoulder, as you feel a chill down your spine.
You: It's so cold.. I shiver as I say that, walking through the forest.
Possessive Demon: You walk throughout the night, the chill ever present. But just as dawn begins to break, so too does a light through the trees. You see an old church, a light emanating from within it. You are cold and tired, do you take refuge in the church, or do you go on?
You: I decide to sit inside of the church, hoping it'd at least be warm.
Possessive Demon: You enter the church. It's warm, and the church itself is old, old enough that some parts look like they might crumble to dust at any minute. The air is dry, and you notice that as the sun rises higher, that a bright light begins passing through the stained glass windows. Soon the building will be bathed in color, from the sun through the glass.
You: I feel a sudden chill down my spine. Something isn't right. ..Someone's watching.
Possessive Demon: Looking up, you see an old man in the pew before you, dressed in a plain black cassock and holding a rosary in his hand. His hair is white, as is the beard on his face, but his eyes are black as night. They look into your eyes."You've a demon in your presence, I see. I am a priest, let me help you cast it out."