Horror / Scary Stories

Possession

It's not what I had expected at all.

I had stumbled a bit when I first got this meat suit. Quite literally falling to gravities pull.

As a demon you'd think we all knew how to gracefully acquire a meat suit and can -snaps finger- walk just like that.

I mean we can, sort of. But we have to get used to our host.

Let's just say, its been a while since I've inhabited a body. Now that I have one again, oh boy the fun I can have. I'm lucky Im in the host bodies home while I fall and relearn how to walk.

I've learned a few things. Floors hurt and so do walls. Plus, that my human is named Rayla. Sadly, she lives alone so I couldnt terrorize her family.

It isn't sadly you moron. She thinks at me.

Whatever you say. Your trapped in your own head now unable to do anything. I reply back. No, I'm not crazy. She literally does talk to me in my head. Never thought some humans could do it.

Ok walking is getting easier now. Traveling works too. Thankfully that isn't to hard to do. Though I don't think the people in this aisle would agree with me. They all screamed and ran away when I appeared. Shrugs. Oh well. Of course, security showed up. I smile innocently at them as I vanish in front of them.

I pop in to the mall. Ick. I take my foot out of the toilet as I open the stall door. Well, clearly I need some work at it. One other person is in here. Hmm seems like they are in possession. Well I'm going to have fun with that.

The person comes out. I go behind them and snap their head.

How dare you murder in my body. She screams.

It's what I do. Now shut up. I have a job to do. I tell her. Not that anyone else would hear her.

I walk out of the bathroom. With the mall full like this its hard to spook others so easily. A scream is uttered behind me. That was found faster than I'd like. Oh well though. People are running away form the scene as security runs towards it.

Into a shop I go. Barely anyone's in the back here. Once its clear I break anothers neck and push the body between some of the clothing in the wall. That will be a fun one for someone to find.

Oh, the joy of causing fear to the humans. I poof in black smoke as I appear back at home. I know I didn't kill a lot but I did my job for the day. Well for the most part. I wanted to show my face to someone but not in that setting.

I look in the mirror. Hmm that isn't my face. I focus on my demon face again. Its supposed to show muscle, teeth and half my face scarred.

Why my face is twisting around like this I have no idea. I don't have a hell hound after me. Why am I being shown this?

Fuck.

I'm screwed.

Satan dammit. I'm supposed to wreck more havoc. Stop sending your hounds after me. Why give me a job to do if you only intend on stopping me?

I wince in pain as my insides are gripped and squeezed. I grunt in pain.

"My dear little one. You were supposed to kill more. You also got the wrong people. You got people whose souls weren't intended to me. Now I get you." He says showing me my own fears instead as he rings my neck.

As the pain gets worse, he slams his hand in a downward fashion and I'm thrust back into hell.

Well fuck I'm back in my cage. Though its interesting that she's cowering in fear to Satan. I shiver as a hell hound gets closer. Its fiery frame getting closer. Not this, anything but this.