I didn't talk about this with my then-boss

Another life experience worth putting out there mostly to get it behind me: It's the reason I do believe the devil exists. Not as in a personified fiddle-wielding contract writer or an asmodean pitchfork-bearer who tortures the dead. But I have seen evil that exists as a tangible yet inexplicable force.

I know the exact day (I don't know the date, but I remember several harrowing events of that evening) when the ghost, demon or what-have-you gave me cancer. It touched my shoulder. The tumor was first noticed later that week, looking at first like a bee sting.

The doctor I saw that summer about it told me it was a "birthmark that you've just never noticed" and that "unless it starts growing at a rapid pace, there's nothing to do about it".

It took it around 15 years to grow to the size where I felt I had to see another doctor about it. Turns out it was Dermatofibrosarcoma Protuberans, aka DFSP. The cause of this extremely rare form of skin cancer is unknown to the medical and scientific communities, but I know mine started the week I was attacked by a ghost.

Between this photo and the other one you can see the signs of how much they had to cut out of me. I spent 3 months in a "gunfighter sling" unable to move my arm or dress myself.