Possession {Book one in the Possession Series}

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Mark leaned back in his chair and proudly stared at his finished work. He pushed the ON button on his phone to check the time. 11:39 pm. He leaned back a little more and stretched out his arms. He only got the chance to finish one and work on the second, but things were going smoothly so far. He stood up and left the room, pulling on a sweatshirt as he did so. He was headed home.
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Seán tossed and turned underneath the covers of his bed. After the phone call had abruptly ended, he had thought a quick snack before bed would be fine. But here he was, piercing pains racing through his stomach, making bile rise in his throat. He was on the verge of puking, but couldn't seem to bring himself to get out of the bed. He was sweating like mad, but if he took off the covers, he was absolutely freezing. There was no happy medium. Seán decided it was probably just a bad flu he had caught. The cold, rainy Ireland weather wasn't good on sicknesses sometimes. His bright green hair was plastered to his forehead, which was sticky with sweat. He wasn't a fan of getting sick, as it delayed video production, like it had with the video he had planned to make with Mark. He finally drifted off into a restless sleep, the stomach pains easing to a constant dull roar.