I’m not sure if I’ve ever written about Ariana Grande beyond the odd link or fashion photo, but there’s a first time for everything. The first time I heard Ariana sing, it was on the radio and I listened to the whole song thinking that it was an early Mariah Carey song that I had simply never heard. Ariana has a beautiful voice, but it is very “early Mariah”. Which is fine. Ariana is a cute little thing – she’s tiny and she’s young (she’s 20) and she’s spent the year doing a lot of press. It seems like she’s learned how to give an interesting interview, which is something. Ariana appears on the cover of the new Complex, and in the cover interview… well, she talks about her experiences with DEMONS. Not Kris Jenner, mind you. Actual naked-to-the-human-eye DEMONS. Here’s Ariana’s story:
Complex: Do you believe in aliens and ghosts?
Ariana: Of course. We’d be so stupid to believe we are the only people here.
Have you ever seen an alien?
Not an alien, but I’ve had a ghost/demon experience. We were in Kansas City a few weeks ago and went to this haunted castle and were so excited. The next night we wanted to go to Stull Cemetery, which is known as one of the seven gates to hell on Earth. The Pope won’t fly over it—
I love that you know that. Sorry, go on.
I felt this sick, overwhelming feeling of negativity over the whole car and we smelled sulfur, which is the sign of a demon, and there was a fly in the car randomly, which is another sign of a demon. I was like, “This is scary, let’s leave.” I rolled down the window before we left and said, “We apologize. We didn’t mean to disrupt your peace.” Then I took a picture and there are three super distinct faces in the picture—they’re faces of textbook demons.
Let’s see the picture.
I deleted it. The next day I tried to send the picture to my manager and it said, “This file can’t be sent, it’s 666 megabytes.” I’m not kidding. I used to have a folder called “Demons” that had pictures with all the screencaps in it, but then weird things started happening to me so I deleted it.
What weird things?
I was going to sleep about two weeks ago. I had just gotten off the phone and as soon as I closed my eyes I heard this really loud rumble right by my head. When I opened my eyes it stopped immediately, but when I closed my eyes it started again with whispers. Every time I closed my eyes I started seeing these really disturbing images with, like, red shapes. Then I opened my eyes and got back on the phone and was like, “I’m really scared and I don’t want to go to bed tonight.” And then I scooched over to the left side of my bed, because that’s where the best service is in my room, and there was this massive black matter. I don’t know what it was.
It was like a cloud of something black right next to me. I started crying. I was on the phone like, “What do I do, what do I do?” and they said, “Tell it to eff off.” I thought, I’m not going to do that. It’s going to upset it, so I’m just going to chill and not feed into it because all it wants is fear. It feeds on fear. I watched it move to the front of my bed and then I fell asleep on the phone. I woke up and it was gone. The next night my friend Tyler was staying with me. She said she was trying to sleep and her body felt paralyzed almost, and she described the same exact thing I saw.
Textbook demons! 666 megabytes! SULFUR. Yes, Kris Jenner’s work is done here. I’m not making fun of Ariana whatsoever – I’m a superstitious person and I live alone (well, with a giant dog). I get freaked out by odd creaks in the house and branches rustling. If I suddenly smelled sulfur and a dark cloud of black negativity started hovering, I would freak out. It happens! This is also why I won’t see The Conjuring.
Should I tell a freaky story that I haven’t told anyone yet? This happened to me earlier this year and I keep telling myself that it was nothing… but on the one-year anniversary of my father’s death (almost to the very minute, which was very, very early in the morning), I woke up thinking that someone was pounding like crazy on my front door. I swear I was awake and I heard the pounding and I even got up to see if someone was pounding on the door. Nothing was there. Was it my dad’s ghost?!
Photos courtesy of Complex, WENN.