Possession {Book one in the Possession Series}

13

Mark leaned back in his chair, pulling his headphones off his ears and admiring his handiwork.
"Another thumbnail well made," he said, congratulating himself. He checked his phone. 10:34 am, October 30th. Just a few days after Jack had arrived, and Mark was still working on thumbnails. He had gotten up a little past 7, when everybody was still asleep, and set to work on a new horror game thumbnail. Those were his favorites.
"Hey, Mark?" He jumped a little at the voice. He turned in his chair to see who it was and-

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Previously

Jack lay on the couch, mildly uncomfortable, hugging his knees in fetal position as he felt stomach cramps slowly slide out of hiding. It was around 7:30 in the morning on Halloween, but he was still tired. He had seen Mark quietly tiptoe to his work space, probably to make a new thumbnail or two. Jack somehow slipped into sleep, even though it was a restless sleep. Eventually, he woke back up. Something was off. He tried to stand up, but found he couldn't move. He looked around the room wildly and then relaxed a bit.
It's just sleep paralysis, he thought to himself. No biggie, it'll be over in a minute or two.
So he sat. And waited. Until finally he seemed to gain control of his body. He slid himself off the couch into a standing position and stumbled to the bathroom, chilling pains now gripping his head in the area behind his eyes. He leaned over the sink, trying desperately not to throw up and awaken Amy. He couldn't take it. He slid himself over to the toilet and retched, nothing coming up. He tried to do it quietly, but knew Mark probably couldn't hear it over any music he was listening to as he worked. He stood up and the world shifted around him. He shut the door as steadily as he could. He was dizzy. Darkness slowly crept along the edges of his vision until...everything was dark.