Tumblr Prompts

10(The Editor)

Prompt:there is a demon inside of you, but most of the time, you don't even notice. Every time you fall asleep, however, it gains just a little more influence.
Bonus:You're working as a 911 dispatcher when a very young boy calls complaining that his mother is ill. You do everything you can to keep the boy on the line without letting on that you think something incredibly strange is happening in that house.

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Mom POV:
For most of my life I've heard a faint buzzing in my head. I would always joke that Aliens were trying to communicate. Each night I would go to sleep and wake up the next morning with the buzzing a little louder. Today, however, the buzzing started to sound like actually words!

I woke up and heard, "Hey, can you hear me?"

I jumped,"Hello, Aliens?" I responded.

"What, aliens? No I'm a little, tiny demon right inside your head. Your going to do what I say."

"Nah," I say. I don't really want to listen to a demon.

It continues to talk the rest of the day, but I just ignore it.

I fall asleep the next night and wake up feeling...different. different mentally.

"You wanna listen to me today?"

His voice sends a shiver through me. I kinda want to hear what he has to say today.

"Sure. What is it?"

"I want you to kill your son."

"Uh, no." I say. Kill my son, why would I do that.

Day after day he requests the same thing. And each day I feel more inclined to listen.

One day I feel his words pounding at my head, "You will do as I say!"

"No!" I say, trying hard not to give in, My head throbbing.

I stumble into the kitchen to make breakfast for my son, who's waiting patiently at the table.

"Now's your chance! Kill him!" He says, every word pounding at my head.

My hand reaches towards a knife, but I pull it back.

"NOW!!"

I collapse to the floor.

"Mommy!" I hear my son call, worried.

I see him run off then return with the phone. I'm shaking violently, trying to resist the urge to kill my son.

"This wouldn't be happening if you would just give in and do as I say," the demon says. I grab my head as his words continue to pound at it.

911 dispatcher Pov:
"Hello, 911, what is your emergency?" I say as prompted for whenever I answer the phone.

"Hello? My mommy's really ill. I don't know what's wrong with her." I hear a very young boys voice say.

"Alright, stay calm. What's wrong?"

"She's holding her head and shaking violently."

"Alright, I'm sending an ambulance. Please stay on the line. What's your name?"

"Timmy."

I send for an ambulance.

"Has this ever happened before?" I ask Timmy.

"No, I'm really scared."

"Stay calm."

"Mommy!" I hear him call.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"She just said 'You won't make me do this'."

What!? Ok, there's something strange going on. I have to keep my cool, though. I don't want to worry him.

"Uhh, everything's fine. People who go through what your mom's going through tend to say random things like that. Don't worry the ambulance is on its way."

I have to do something. What his mother is going through is not something a doctor can deal with. She needs an exorcist. I call one and send it to the address.

About an hour of silence later I ask, "Hey you still there?"

"Yes. Mommy took a nap. She just woke up."

"Ok. Tell her everything's going to be ok."

"Everything's going be ok, mommy. Mommy?" He says, sounding scared.

"Timmy, what's wrong!?" I call, but he doesn't reply. "Timmy!?"

Timmy's POV:
"Mommy?" I say, as she gets up and grabs a knife.

She seems to not be in pain anymore, but now she's coming towards me with a knife!

Suddenly a man enters the house and jumps between us.

"Who are you?" I ask.

"I'm Ed, I'm an exorcist. Your mom's possessed."

He pulls out a bible and starts to read from it.

After a couple of minutes a small, black cloud comes out of mommy's ear and flies away.

"Mommy?" I call to her.

She blinks a little then looks at the knife and throws it onto the counter.

"Timmy, I'm so, so sorry," she says pulling me into a tight hug.

"Did Ed save you?"

"Who's Ed?"

I point to the man now standing next to me,"He's an ex-or-sist," I try to sound out the word he called himself.

"An exorcist? Yes, yes he did save me. Thank you," she says to Ed.

"Come on, Timmy. After what happened today, you deserve some Ihop!" She says, grabbing my hand and bringing me to the car to go get pancakes.