Possessiontale Stories

I don't know how much longer I can go on. It came so suddenly, during a time when I had least expected. And now...I don't know if I will be able to escape. Vines wrap around the sleeves of my blue hoodie, causing me to give up any and all control. They continue down my body and to the ends of my legs, making my steps copy and unnatural. As they move me forward, I do everything in my control to go back. "Quit it trash bag!" The voice that is literally in my head screams. I fight even more. They can't hold onto control forever, can they? I try to speak, but vines around my neck prevent me from doing anything too risky. It wouldn't take much for a soulless flower to decide that he's done with me as his puppet. I never liked being responsible for too much. Even when I had to take care of Papyrus, I knew that all I had to do was keep him happy. And then we would be fine. But anything else, like becoming the Royal Judge, made me feel as if I was adding another string for the puppeteer to control. And that never sat well with me. But now... I have no control over anything. [Artwork is not mine, I have the art skills of a rock] [#1 floweytheflower]

When a silent desert village is haunted by unseen whispers, young Aisha becomes the target of a dark Jinn. As ancient forces awaken, only an aged exorcist holding on to faith stands between her and eternal possession. The Whisper of the Jinn is a simple, spine-chilling tale of supernatural horror, possession, and the battle between belief and evil.