Tarrytown Stories

A group of people sit in a nondescript room under the eternal buzzing of fluorescent lights. One by one, they speak. This is the tale of the story of Possession Victims Anonymous, and it is not a happy one.

"Lucifer was once God's favorite Angel, you know." He said to me. "Well Neither of us are anything close to holy." I replied, snarky as always. "Guess that makes us both demons, then." I laughed at this, "But I'm a demon by human opinion, You literally are a demon." He laughed quietly, placing a darkened arm around my shoulders. "True. But you'll always be my favorite." I looked away, remaining quiet. "I should get going. If I get caught hanging out with the headless horseman, I'm screwed." I commented after a while. Getting on his horse, he looked at me. "If I could take you away, if we could run, Would you accept my offer?" I turned towards my horse, stroking her neck. Opening my mouth, I willed myself to say something, but nothing came out. Shaking my head, I mounted my horse, "I'll see you later." With those four words I left him there. Alone, in the middle of the night, in the cold, wandering why I never replied. He probably felt hurt, and abandoned. He probably thought I was just like another human from Tarrytown, terrified of the Headless Horseman.