What Your Pillow Sees When You Get Possessed Novels & Stories

That the whispers aren’t waiting in the corners of my mind. But I can't shake off the feeling that something more serious is wrong and being calm and quiet is like giving it time to fester. I remember some of the horror movies I watched over the years and I think about the thing that entered me. That's how possessions happen, isn't it? “I think I’m possessed.” I say out loud, not wanting to keep the thought in my head alone. His hand stills in my hair. “Liv…” “I’m serious.” I shift slightly to look at him. “When that shadow entered me, something changed. Isla’s gone and I can’t feel her anymore. There’s just… cold and nothing else. Aside the voices.”

“This is just a dream, myself. Just a dream. Just a dream. Please let it be a dream.” I went back to sleep. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been out, but my mind was awake even though my eyes were still shut. I didn’t want to get up. The bed was so soft, and the pillow smelled amazing—like rub-a-da-bango! But wait… why did the pillow feel like it had abs? I kept feeling around until I touched something harder. “My little buddy misses you already.” Oh no—the pillow spoke! I quickly uncovered my eyes. Sir Jasper clamped his hand over my mouth before I could scream. I wanted to yell from shock and fear—he was in my room! But for some reason, my hand was still on his gearshift? Did I enjoy that?

Her body seemed buried deep in the covers and her blanket seemed to hug her, it was almost as if it were spooning her. She turned around wanting to hug the big pillow which she did, and suddenly something felt very very wrong. Her pillow was moving, softly, up and down, taking in breaths and for a second her delirious mind wrote it off as a breathing pillow, until she frowned and in alarm realised something. Pillows don’t breath. She sat up straight, cautiously turning around the large, familiar room and yelped as she realised what had happened. ‘I fell asleep! Oh my god! What the hell is wrong with me?!’ She started frantically panicking and due to her short sight missed something as she tr

The rest were either fake or too formal, which gave the impression that it was a duty. “Of course not!” Nevea pulled him to the bed again to sit with her. “Let’s talk about yesterday. My memory stopped after I was pushed into the wall. What happens next?” “You were possessed. Your eyes turned completely dark, and I believe whoever does that to you is quite powerful.” “Possessed, you say? But how?” “I think there is something else in you. When you were possessed, you said something strange.” “Like what?” Then Zach told Nevea all the details that transpired between them. By the end of the story, Nevea’s mouth was agape, and confusion was visible on her face.

and I didn’t hear anymore crying. I slumped into the chair next to Alkin’s, thankful for the break. Alkin panted beside me, his chest heaving. “What in God’s name were those things?” “I don’t know,” I said. “But Salem must be behind this. That man said he saw Salem in his dreams.” Alkin’s head jerked up and down in an uneven nod. “Most of the crew had been sleeping. Sotirios must have come into their dreams and . . . altered them. I guess it’s true, then. He’s a Visceral Demon now.”

Either way, I was grateful that he was reasonable enough to know that we couldn’t have a pup in this situation. We finally stepped out of the shower and I fell asleep with his arms wrapped around me as soon as my head touched the pillow. The minute I fell asleep, I just had a feeling that it was the wrong thing to do. I felt trapped. It was a weird sensation that I couldn’t explain. It was like I was alive and at the same time not alive. It felt like I was being engulfed by an unseen force and my life force was being drained out of me. I could feel a dark, sinister presence that was unfamiliar, and yet felt recognisable at the same time. I saw it materialise but it had no shape or form, it j

No, I don't think so. "Hey, Syd! Can you talk to me? I am hella sure that you can notice me. Don't be scared. I'm not here to haunt you or something. I need your hel---" I paused when there was a flying pillow that passed through my chest. "Oh, shit! Don't do that!" "Stay away from me!!! Please!!! Leave me alone!! You are not real!" She yelled in animosity and threw another pillow without looking at me, and it landed on my feet.

I thought he would leave me there, but he kept holding me, looking closely at me with that inquisitive look and frown. "That one on the floor is Seth." I looked away where he pointed with his head. Seth was now rising, his body was resting on a tree and seemed to be dizzy. "The guy you were practically fucking was actually his body possessed by a spirit from hell..." "What? How is this possible?"

I moved away from headboard freaking out. I look at the mirror and that figure showed up again. I close my eyes and said " MAYAN, IT CAN’T BE YOU, I BURNED THE BOARD SO OUR CONNECTION IS LOST, I AM SEEING THINGS, I AM FREAKING OUT. " That’s when a force pushed me over the bed on my back and I felt like someone held my arms so tightly that I can't move them. The hem of my dressed and something gouched my thigh.

“Maybe he got lazy. Complacent. Either way, once his trial has been done and he is executed, that chapter will be closed. Well, sort of.” “Sort of? Why sort of?” “Well, According to Alaric, Willow’s corpse has been possessed by Void.” “Oh, you have got to be kidding me!” “That's what I thought too.” “Is he sure? I mean, has he seen Void?” “He seemed pretty sure. And from the descriptive terms ‘evil’ and ‘cold’, it looked like it was him.” “Damn it! How did he see her? Where?” “He didn't say. But from what I gathered, Maya was with him when it happened. So, I guess what I wanted to ask you and to repeat Damien's words, how was she?”