Phil is being bullied at school. He finds an old book that talks about how to summon a demon, and tries the spell...
It all started of as a silly joke. I was drunk, alone, and desperately looking for some distraction in that bloody book. I never thought it could actually work. Briefly, I summoned a demon.
It had nothing to do with an ouija board or animal blood though. All it took was three candles, a mirror and some Latin incantation I'd found in an old book and there he was: a clear reflection of a boy around my age, with brown messy hair in a fringe similar to mine and chocolate eyes; He didn't look that evil at all, you know. He was kind to me, unlike everyone else. He talked to me, comforted me when I told him about the bruises and the scars the bullies had left on my skin. With his soft voice he had promised me to protect me. He had promised me that I'd never get hurt again. And I believed him. Oh god, I believed everything he said to me that night. I fell asleep with only one thing on my mind that night: his name. Dan.
When I woke up the next morning with a headache and messed up face, I went to look in the mirror when, all of a sudden, I remembered his name. "Dan", I whispered, and a second later he had appeared with a smile on his face. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him smiling at me from the mirror, the dream that wasn't a dream. I then did the only logical thing: I ran out of the bathroom and went to school. Because of everything that had happened, I'd almost forgotten about the bullies. A group of five older boys who always awaited me every single morning to push and hit me with everything they could find. Except for that morning. They were there, all five of them, prepared to beat the crap out of me. They stepped closer, an evil circle of stones and laughter, no escape anymore. Suddenly, the biggest one freezed. His fingers crawled at his neck, his face turned a deep purple color as if he was being choked. His eyes were full of sheer panic while he was struggling to death. His friends couldn't do anything but watch while the bully got killed by some kind of invisible power. I stood there, watching the horrific and cruel murder happening right in front of my eyes, not able to say anything. It was terrible. I knew what had happened. It was Dan. Being drunk, I had told him all about those bullies, and he promised to protect me. But I'd never wanted this to happen.
Since that first day, everyone was afraid of me. Voices in the halls whispered I had a curse, and in a way they were right. Every day, one of the other bullies died in the most painful and cruel ways possible. I didn't want any of this! I had to make it stop. It was the first time in weeks I had dared to enter the bathroom, afraid for the pretty boy with his terrible powers. All I could see was my reflection: a dark-haired boy with a pale skin and blue eyes, full of fading bruises and scars. I looked so frightened. I wanted to run away, but I knew I couldn't. People were dying because of me. So I kept myself together and whispered his name.
"Hi there Phil", he said, his voice sounded warm, as if he didn't kill five young teenagers. "You have to stop this. I didn't want all that, okay? I didn't want them to get killed." He frowns and I could hear his voice so close, as if he's standing right next to me. "Then what do you want?" A single tear escaped my eye and rolled down my cheek. I couldn't help it. It was like he dragged the answer right out of me, as if I didn't have a choice but to tell him my biggest desire. "A friend", I whispered. He smiled softly. "I can end the killing and give you a friend, Phil. All you have to do is place your hand on the mirror. It's your choice." I knew there had to be a catch. Of course there was, but what else could I do? Innocent people might get killed because of me! His chocolate eyes looked flaming red for a split second, but before I could blink they were back to normal again. I had to do this. I didn't have a choice. I placed my shaking hand on the mirror, and all of sudden a glowing warmth went through my body. Dan seemed to fade away, togheter with my consiousness. I felt weaker every second, felt my strenght slipping through my fingers while the temperature rose and rose. I couldn't pull back my hand. I could hear his soft voice in such a cold tone I wasn't sure it was his in the first place, saying: "Too late." And then, right before I fainted, I realised what he had done.
He possessed me.
