What Your Pillow Sees When You Get Possessed 소설 & 이야기

I suggest, sealing the moment with a gentle kiss on his lips. As I finally fall asleep, I'm immediately assailed by a nightmare. In the midst of the nightmare, I'm trapped in a whirlwind of memories and dark visions. The scene shifts erratically, from the moment I touched the mysterious letter to the time I healed Silver, each memory seeping with an ominous undercurrent. I can feel the sinister power coursing through my veins, a palpable force that threatens to overwhelm me.

“What are you, I shouted” “You wouldn’t want to know, trust me!” The words were written, leaving me in a state of bewilderment. I turned and looked at her bed and that’s when I noticed— Silver threads, each not thicker than a hair strand, coiled under her pillow. I pulled it out carefully, A moon-thread, It glowed softly in my hand. It is used in sacred rituals and binding spells. Why is it here on her pillow? I wondered. My suspicions of Melina began to broaden. I mean she has betrayed me before, I won’t be surprised if she does it again.

Nick I ain’t in control of my own body, but I’m fighting tooth and nail this time to wake the fuck up, because I know there is something possessing me – some cold, alien presence puppeting me like a fucking-- I come to naked, seated on the end of Alessia’s bed. It’s not waking up. It’s just suddenly being able to fucking see and feel through my own fucking senses again, instead of being suffocated in the void.

it howled, clutching its head. I pressed both my hands to his face. “Damien, if you can hear me, fight. Come back to me.” He screamed. And then, just like that, his body collapsed, and the glow in his eyes vanished. I caught him before he hit the floor, cradling him in my arms. “You’re okay. You’re okay.” He blinked slowly, his voice hoarse. “What… what was that?” “You were possessed,” I said quietly. “Something followed you through the Veil.”

My mother, graceful and composed as ever, greeted me with a warm but worried smile. “Willow,” my father said. “What brings you home so suddenly?” I set down my bag and took a seat across from them, steadying my breath. “There’s something I need to tell you.” My voice was quiet—trembling at the edges. “Last night… something happened. During the full moon, I shifted. But it wasn’t normal. I saw something. A vision. A woman who looked like me—her body thin, covered in rashes. And I heard voices. They kept saying something about a curse.”

“Your new home.” I followed his gaze to the bed, where a woman was sprawled across it, snoring. Her makeup was smudged, her lipstick half gone, and she was drooling on the pillow. “You can’t be serious,” I said flatly. “You don’t mean—” He gave me a sly smirk. “Exactly what you’re thinking.” “Absolutely not! I’m not possessing anyone!” Before I could back away, something invisible yanked me upward. My vision blurred as I hovered over the sleeping girl. Panic clawed up my throat. “Stop! I don’t want this!”

Alice’s vision came to her unbidden one night, vivid and piercing, searing its way into her mind with merciless clarity. She had been resting after an exhausting day of guiding a successful raid when her mind’s eye was suddenly transported to a shadowy forest clearing. In the dim light, she saw Johnson, his face blank and eyes glazed, wrapped in the arms of Corazon. Their movements were slow, languid, as if they were caught in some dark ritual, Corazon’s grip possessive, her touch invasive. The vision left Alice feeling cold and hollow, her heart constricting painfully as she watched Corazon run her hands over him, her lips pressing against his. A sense of rage and helplessness burned inside

Stepping closer to the bars, to get a better look at Heather, I see her still sitting on the floor, with her head down, as she continues to laugh, and I begin to wonder what the hell is going on here, before she says, “Did you like your little goose chase, I sent you on? Did you really think it would be that simple to find your precious mate?” “Look at me.” I commanded Heather, wanting to see her face, because the words coming from her mouth at this point sounded not of her own, but like of Natasha’s, and I wondered how this could be, but after what happened last night, I am realizing that anything is possible. Heather’s head at that moment slowly began to rise, and when she opened her eyes,

“Don’t worry, you're the only one who can see me.” I walked closer to him, trying not to raise any suspicion. “Don’t worry, they can't see me.” “Why?”. “Because I'm here to see you. I need to tell you, I don't know what they're planning but I know the Fatals can't leave hell so they're surely not coming as themselves but you have to be careful about the people around you. One of their powers is possession, they can take hold of anything and everything and make it them. You need to take notice of everyone around you. Anyone who suddenly starts acting weird or creepy, keep an eye on them immediately.”