text: He was so cold. He was sitting on the bed that was the only furniture in the tiny room. He was wearing several layers of clothing, two pairs of pants, two sweaters and an overcoat but he still was freezing. He grabbed a blanket and covered himself with it and sat against the wall, as tiny as he could. He looked around the room, he noticed that the floor was dusty, sometimes he should sweep it. He looked up to the low ceiling, he saw spiders in every corner, going about their businesses in their webs. He won't clean that up; he didn't have anything against spiders. Recorrió la habitación con la vista, el piso estaba sucio, pensó que al día siguiente iba a tener que barrer. He fell asleep still leaning against the wall. He woke up shivering,his teeth bouncing against each other outside of his control. He realized it was the middle of the night and he was still in his room. He couldn't go on like this. The wind and snow welcomed him when he walked outside to the street. The cold was worst but at least he was moving. He walked a few minutes to the open 24 hr supermarket. He wandered through the isles searching for a few things he needed. Candles, a steak, a knife, some chalk. Once he had all those things he went to the self service checkout and pretended to check the items. He didn't have money to pay for them. He concealed the items in his clothes and calmly walked out. No one followed him. He walked back, he stared at the building from outside, it was falling apart. It was an old abandoned building. It was walled up but that wasn't an issue for him. He squeezed through a little gap in the wood and he was in. Inside most of the rooms were useless too broken, bits of the walls and ceiling everywhere. But he found a room that was ok with a bed and moved in a couple of months before. At the time he wasn't expecting the cold that he was suffering from. Back in his room he searched in the pile that were all his belongings and got a book, very old and warned out. He went through the pages until he found what he was looking for. With the chalk he drew a pentagram on the floor and placed all the lighted candles around it. He put the steak in the middle of the pentagram. With the knife he cut himself in his hand and let the blood soak the meat. He repeated the enchantment that was written in the book. A couple of seconds later the pentagram caught on fire and the flames from hell illuminated the room. A demonic shadow stood up over the flames and spoke in a language impossible to translate “Easy demon, you are trapped by my spell, you can't fight it. But i don't need much for you, just stay there until sunrise” He said and lay on the bed warm from the flames of hell and at last he slept .