A Demonic Ham Sandwich

Every Thursday night at 6pm a woman in her mid-20’s made herself a ham and swiss sandwich, grabbed a snack-sized bag of chips, and put on a movie to enjoy before bed. After a few weeks she started getting creative with the mayo on the bread slices; creating patterns and designs before slathering it out. Sometimes they were planned designs, sometimes they were accidents. Tonight’s design was an accident.

She made a star and accidentally made a circle around it, all while humming a tune her mother had hummed a thousand times over. She put her plate together and turned around to find an extremely confused demon standing in her kitchen. She just blinked and stared at the oddly dressed individual while holding her plate. She couldn’t tell if he was staring back though because he wore dark sunglasses. He ran his fingers through his auburn hair and studied the woman standing before him.

“I’ll admit I’ve been summoned to strange places before, but never a kitchen with a confused woman,” he spoke in a British accent. She stared at him for a few moments before responding.

“I don’t recall summoning you…”

“Well you did so, are you a witch?”

“I mean, I have some crystals and an intro book to wicca but I wouldn’t say I’m an avid practitioner of witchcraft,” she shrugged slightly. 

“Well whatever you did brought me here so you might as well put me to use or something,” he crossed his arms.

“I can make you a sandwich and you can watch Frozen with me if you’d like. It’s movie night,” she smiled softly. 

“I don’t know what Frozen is.”

“Oh good, it’ll be fun for you. Here,” she held the plate out to him, “You take this one and go sit in the living room. I’ll make myself another.”

“Well, I suppose I had nothing else to do tonight.” He took the plate and walked into the living room. She watched him go before making herself a sandwich and joining him in the room. He sat on the floor in front of the far end of the couch, sunglasses placed on the coffee table. She sat on the opposite end, but actually on the couch.

“Alright movie time!” she smiled. She queued up the movie and began eating. 

He didn’t say anything during the film, or even really react in any noticeable way. As the credits came to an end, she paused the screen and watched him.

“So? What’d you think?”

“I think that was an absolute masterpiece,” he said, “I mean, why have I never heard of this movie before?” he asked, turning to her with a smile on his face. She was surprised to find that his eyes were not red or black like she expected, but rather a soft green. 

“It sounds like you don’t get out much so that’s probably why. There’s a second one as well.”

“There’s a second one?” he practically exclaimed. 

“Yes,” she laughed lightly, “If you come back next week at the same time we can watch it.” 

“Am I invited to return?”

“Sure. It’s kinda nice to have a movie buddy, normally I spend these nights alone.”

“I shall return then next Thursday for the second film,” he stood and brushed some crumbs off his jacket. “I’m Craven by the way,” he held his hand out to shake.

“I’m Kass,” she shook his hand lightly. “I’ll see you next week then.” He nodded, bowed dramatically, and faded into nothingness. 

***

True to his word, Craven showed up on Thursday right at 6pm to watch Frozen 2. And he cried twice. She gave him a fuzzy blanket to bundle up in, and about halfway through the movie he scooted onto the opposite end of the couch. 

“That was such a good movie,” he said, sniffling.

“I told you! They have some shorts as well, but maybe we can save those for next Thursday? I still have work tomorrow and generally try and read for an hour or two before bed.” She turned the TV off.

“That makes sense. What do you do?”

“I’m an editor at a publishing company. We only work 10-5 but I still try to go to bed by 11 or else I’ll be grumpy in the morning,” she smirked.

“I’m always grumpy,” he shrugged.

“You seem pretty chill here,” she chuckled. 

“This is basically a small vacation for me compared to Hell,” he laughed, “I’ll be back next week, get some rest,” he stood, bowed, and disappeared. She smiled softly and cleaned up everything, leaving the blanket on the couch for him next week. 

***

Every Thursday at 6pm on the dot, Craven showed up in her living room ready to watch a Disney movie and eat a sandwich. And every week he asked a single question about her, getting to know her slowly but surely. 

Because for the first time in thousands of years, Craven had a friend. 

***

“Steve asked me out today,” Kass said as she sat on the couch, handing him his plate.

“I told you he was into you! What did you say? How did he ask?” he asked, excitedly. He folded his legs up under the blanket and sat up to show his interest.

“I know you told me but for all I know you were meddling!” she pointed a finger at him.

“I only tempt people to be bad!”

“Ok fair,” she laughed, “Our lunch breaks overlap and he asked to sit with me, so we chatted for a bit and he asked if I wanted to get dinner this weekend. I said yes because he’s always been very polite to me, and others, and seems like a decent guy,” she shrugged.

“You’re blushing! That’s adorable!”

“Shut up!” she threw a pillow at him. “It’s just one dinner, I don’t know what will happen.”

“Perhaps, but you’re wonderful so I’m sure it’ll go well.”

“Thanks,” she giggled, “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Just think, it’ll go well, you’ll keep dating, and then one day you’ll have to explain your peculiar demonic friend who watches Disney movies with you,” he laughed. 

“We’ll cross that bridge if we get there. Now give me my pillow back!”

“You threw it at me!” He grabbed it and threw it back at her. She stuck her tongue out at him and he made a dorky face. “Turn on the movie! I’m ready to begin this journey.”

“Trust me, you aren’t,” she laughed and put Iron Man on. 

***

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Published by Alexandria

Creative Writer with a passion for sharing my work and creativity.

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