This time, the fear I had was replaced with annoyance. I suddenly remembered another way in dealing ghosts like him. I quickly ran, scrambling to the kitchen. I grabbed a handful of uncooked rice from the pantry, another belief was to throw uncooked rice to ward off ghosts, then returned to face him.
"By the power of Christ I compel you! Go back to where you came from! You... child of the demon!" I chanted, throwing the rice at him recklessly. He was staring at me as if I had finally gone crazy.
"Get back! Get back! You... fucking demon man!" I exclaimed, the last of the rice flinging from my fingers.
However it was useless, the grains of rice only passed through his body, I slumped onto the floor, the uncooked rice scattered all around me. The bloodied man observed my face, his expression shifting to something resembling sympathy. "Good job... I guess? But if you want to ward off ghosts, try to memorize the chant, okay? Honestly, I almost laughed at what you said."
