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The Debt Demons are Coming for You, Coming for You, Coming for You

It starts early. 7am.
The shriek of the phone shocks you awake.
A riot of sound, destroyer of peace.
Menacing phone.
Hated phone.
Ringing and ringing and ringing and ringing
shrieking and screaming and screaming and shrieking
And screaming and screaming and screaming and SCREAMING!
Wracking every nerve.

If you answer, if you dare answer
it will be Mrs Black or Mr White. They have no first names.
They are not your friend.
Sometimes they don’t speak. Sometimes they do.

You are in trouble, aren’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller
You know what we’ll do if you don’t, don’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller
This is your own doing, isn’t it, Miss Fuller
You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller

You escape to work
No escape at work
At every hour of the working day
The phone rings.
The phone rings.
The phone rings.
The phone rings.
The phone rings.
You never answer, not any more.
The phone rings and fear grips like a fist around your heart like a punch to your gut like a devourer of your soul. Fetid breath in your face, clawed hands tearing your flesh.

You are in trouble, aren’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller
You know what we’ll do if you don’t, don’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller
This is your own doing, isn’t it, Miss Fuller
You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller

Every day envelopes drop through the door.
CAPITAL LETTERS shouting DEMANDS
Bright bloody lettering
The colour of panic
The colour of despair
You made us see red again, didn’t you, Miss Fuller
You lift the note and your fingers burn.
Envelope of acid. Shocks up your arm.
You want to open it, you know you should.
This needs to be fixed. You want it to be fixed.

You want to be free.

Bile rises in your throat. Panic freezes you in place.
Later. You will open it. You will deal with it. Later.
It will be ok.
You can cope with now, you can live through the day, if you can do it later.
Later. Later.

Later.

When the phone rings again.

You are in trouble, aren’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller
You know what we’ll do if you don’t, don’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller
This is your own doing, isn’t it, Miss Fuller
You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you, Miss Fuller
You need to pay us some money, don’t you, Miss Fuller

For We are Mrs Black and We are Mr White

And we will never

Ever

Ever

Stop.

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2 comments on “The Debt Demons are Coming for You, Coming for You, Coming for You

  1. I had particularly HATEFUL debt collectors last year who called 20 times a day and this is not an exaggeration. I actually saved them in my contacts and named them things like “DO NOT ANSWER” as a reminder, wellllllllllll.. NOT TO ANSWER. 😀

  2. It is horrible isn’t it? It’s no surprise that a recent academic report (carried out by Brighton university, here in the UK) linked this harrassment to serious mental health problems. It’s designed to intimidate and, as it says in the report “break people’s will”. Awful. Things need to change. People shouldn’t be being pushed to the brink of suicide – which happens to some, when they see no end in sight. Stay optimistic – I’m glad to see you’re getting lots of support. 🙂

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