Possession {Book one in the Possession Series}

1

Mark picked up his phone and slid it between his fingers, debating if he should call. Jack had been unable to record with him like he had wanted, but Mark didn't ask why. He shook his head a little, then pressed the phone button on the homepage. He quickly dialed the number and set the phone by his ear. One ring. Two rings. Three ri-
"Hello?" The happy sound of Jack's Irish accent filtered through the speaker.
"Hey Seán," Mark said, adjusting the phone with one hand and then brushing his fluffed out black hair away from his face.
"How can I help ya?" Jack asked.
"Just wondering why you couldn't record today. I know you're probably busy but-"
"Whoa whoa Mark, slow down," Jack interrupted. "It's okay. I'm just not feeling the best."
"Oh, okay. Sorry to bother you," Mark said, an apologetic hint to his voice.
"Like I said, it's fine." A sharp crackling noise came through the speakers. Mark started at the noise and almost threw his phone.
"Seán? Jack? You still there?" Mark asked, worried. All at once, the crackles stopped. The line went dead. Mark set the phone in his lap and stared at the picture he had set for Jack's caller ID. He took a deep breath and turned around in his swivel chair, and began to work on some thumbnails for a few new videos.