What Your Pillow Sees When You Get Possessed Novels & Stories

“The people doing the killing—they weren’t just murderers. They were being possessed. This fog wrapped around them, took over. Gave them this twisted, animal-like nature.” He clicks the remote. The screen flickers to life—an image of a man, or something like one. His eyes are split—one blue, one white. His mouth jagged, overflowing with canines. “That,” Adrian says, “is the first face of the Megetsune. Possession.”

She knew it was against his will and he knew it was dangerous, so why did he in the end? Since a month ago, she had seen her unconscious cousin like this. Just like this. He had signs of life -- breathing and a pulse -- but was left in a vegetative state: closed eyes, paralyzed limbs, and same old lying position. He had been like this since the conjurer summoned the demon since it took over André’s body. Demon possessions are supposed to be destructive and wild in nature, but this one was a rare sight. It was as if it was just waiting for a prime opportunity for something to happen.

I felt myself drifting off to sleep and yes I was still standing, It was so blissful until I heard a voice, a voice I despised, a voice which made me jump away from the pillow immediately. "Are you done using me as a pillow?" The voice said, which made me glance around to find where it was coming from. "I'm right here, look up," The same voice said. I complied and looked up. Guess what, It was the pillow who spoke. It was really strange that a pillow could talk, I wondered. Oh, wait it didn't just talk. I then examined it closely, to notice it had a head, arms, legs too. Wait it's a person? And is that not James?* I asked myself as I my vision came in contact with a sorry face.

I've been preserved in amber, I am one with the sheets, I am zen. Back at the plush bed, I sink even further into comfort, soft sweet smelling fabric pushing against my cheek. My limbs are pliant, every muscle in my face relaxed, each breath in and out is evenly spaced. Relaxed back into the same fucking position I collapsed in last night. This guy is a FUCKING IDIOT. Does he really think I am his actual pet and not a woman planning violent, glorious murder.

The old lady froze in place. Paislee slowly regained her calm. She felt a little proud, and looked around her. Marlee stumbled off the ground. “What happened to the old lady, Ms. Paislee?” Paislee’s face darkened. “I suspect that your old lady’s been possessed. Normally speaking, the Lycan Pill should be able to deal with any problem! “Other than being possessed, there isn’t any other explanation! “But don’t worry! The House of Priests specializes in exorcism.

The spirit inside the doll hummed with satisfaction, its porcelain face unchanging, but the red eyes burned brighter, promising the night was far from over. As the tremors faded, the thrusts slowed just enough to tease, the cock still buried deep, vibrating softly against her oversensitive walls. Lila lay panting, wrists bruised, mouth slack with spit. The possession held her in its grip, her curiosity fully awakened to the dark desires she'd only read about. She wondered if she'd ever escape, or if this fantasy had claimed her for good.

Her eyes travelled to meet Takumi’s. Could it be that it’s him? The vision has been cut off before she could see what’s more to it. What are those marks in her vision for? Is Takumi a spiritual being, perhaps, a demon? With no warning, Theresa cringed when a vision suddenly flashed before her in a split second once again. She saw a head of a woman burst in a drizzle of blood as if someone shot her. Her body lifted off its feet by the impact and twitched before laying down the ground. She gasped when she finally snapped back into her senses. Cold sweat started trickling down her temples, breaths falling short.

“It is the middle of the night.” “I know.” “Then why are you shaking?” I realized my entire body was trembling violently. “I saw something.” Jacob frowned slightly now. His sleepy expression slowly began fading. “What did you see?” I swallowed hard. How could I even explain it? A severed head. Blood rituals. Human bones. His mother chanting inside a hidden room. The words felt impossible. “You need to see it yourself,” I whispered shakily. Jacob pushed himself up slightly against the pillows now. “See what?”

"Body possession." The demon stared directly at him, a smirk stretching across his face. Vargas. Did that mean Adrian was dead? Rhychard had no clue how body possession worked. He really needed Tryna to strengthen his education. He felt a tightening of his chest. If Adrian was now Vargas, where was Renny?

"I killed someone via sex and now I don't know any means of bringing Jonathan back." "Jonathan? Who is—" She sat a shot of rum on her small nightstand. In the center, was an exposed eyeball complete with dangling optic never. In the pupil was the shade of a little man, soul trapped inside an eye, a classic case of demonic exorcism done wrong on the possessed. "Ah...that's Jonathan."