When I was a child I used to have an OCD ritual where an insidious entity in my head told me I had to check my penis 7 times or I’d grow two; or he’d magically make it disappear, or put he’d put needles in it…
Teacher’s probably thought I was touching myself, pervs lol.
Had another one while in the shower I couldn’t close my eyes while shampooing, because Satan would come out from the drain as a python and bite my dick off.
Ironically, as an adult I became a famous artist because of some black mold from old apartment shower wall that resembled faces of the Devil.
I don’t think it’s crazy, Catholics see the virgin Mary in their French toast all the time and get great publishing deals.
I went from being scared of Satan biting my dick off in the shower to selling his photos on a shower wall, and re-branding it as fashionable decor products.