I Thought It Was A Common Possession Scan

Bonjour mes amis! Pull up a chair, grab a croissant. I've got a little story for you. It's about that time I thought I was experiencing a very standard, very mundane possession scan.

You know those moments? When you're applying for a loan, or maybe a new job? They need to check your background, right? All perfectly normal, adult-ing stuff.

Well, picture this: I’m making a cup of chamomile tea – feeling all zen – and I get this intense wave of… well, nothing. Utter blankness. Have you ever felt that? Like someone just hit the mute button on your brain?

It lasted maybe five seconds. But five seconds of pure mental void can feel like an eternity, trust me. My first thought? Sugar crash. I probably needed that croissant after all.

But then it happened again. And again. Each time, a brief, disconcerting flicker of… emptiness. Like someone was poking around in my head, but with a very polite, "excuse me" kind of attitude.

Naturally, I started to panic. Was I losing my mind? Was this some weird early-onset something? Or, worse still... a government conspiracy? I’m only half kidding. You know how the imagination runs wild!

I spent the next hour frantically googling "sudden mental blankness". The results were… not reassuring. Brain tumors, aneurysms, alien abduction… the whole nine yards. Should I call the doctor? Maybe after another cup of tea… or five.

Then, the penny dropped. Remember I mentioned applying for that new role at the library? The one as a storyteller? They said they did a 'thorough' background check…

Could it be? Were they scanning me? Like, really scanning me? For traces of… evil? For… bad storytelling vibes?

The thought was absurd, of course. But the more I considered it, the more it made a strange sort of sense. Libraries are sacred spaces, aren't they? Guardians of knowledge! They wouldn’t want some rogue, demon-possessed individual corrupting the minds of impressionable children with poorly narrated fairy tales, would they?

So, I waited. I braced myself. I drank more chamomile tea. And finally, the… scan, I guess?… stopped. The mental blanks disappeared. Peace returned to my brain.

I never received any official confirmation, you understand. No little note saying, "Congratulations! Your soul is sufficiently pure for children's storytelling!" But I did get the job. And that, my friends, speaks volumes.

Looking back, I laugh. The idea of a library employing psychic scanning technology is ridiculous, right? Or is it? Perhaps they just have very meticulous HR practices. The world is full of wonders, after all!

Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was just a weird coincidence. But I like to think, just a little bit, that somewhere out there, a librarian is wielding some futuristic mind-reading device, ensuring that only the most genuinely kind and well-intentioned souls are allowed to share their stories. And that’s a thought that makes me smile. Isn’t it lovely to imagine a world where good intentions are officially, scientifically, vetted?