My brother has demons

Visiting my family down south is allways exiting. If this was an rpg I'd get hell'ova' lot of exp for each and every night i survive. Working the late hours as allways, writing and watching Cops, I'm use to the quietness, the relaxation, etc., etc. Suddenly a stange outcry of demonic words echos throughout the apartment. JAVILLINTA! JAVILLINTA! JAVILLINTA! JAVILLINTA! Fear creaps along the spine, adrenalin pumping like I've got a knive at my throat -it's my brother. I probably should call the cops, at least a monk of some sort. And here he goes again....OMG....one night he'll kill me in my sleep, yelling wierd words...JAVILLINTA!