Satan

The phone rings. The voice on the other end is grinding stone and venom — a collector demanding payment on a debt you can’t cover. He knows your name, your failures, every zero on the ledger. He’s calling your boss, your mother, threatening prison. But sitting on the desk is a notarized receipt. The debt has already been paid. Every threat is a bluff. Every accusation is a lie. If your internal dialogue has ever sounded like that collector’s voice, this post is for you. The accuser is a con man — and the paperwork says he’s already lost.