I'm sure of it. I wake to find I'm propelled to log on to OOO sites even when I can't or don't want to. I feel this dark presence taking me over. I start to hear a deep voice within that I know isn't mine. It forces me to say things that he wants me to say. Things he can't say because it is inappropriate for him to do so but he must. He can't resist the urge anymore. It has torn him in two. Half has possessed me. I start to smell pipe smoke. My being fills with the rage one feels after pouring their heart and soul into something that others attack, b-rate and recklessly destroy. I find myself saying things I would never say. While I still have some control over my mind and body, I wanted to let you know, it wasn't me. He made me do it.