What Your Pillow Sees When You Get Possessed Novels & Stories

“I have noticed there is a weak point in anti-teleportation defense by the windows and I theorize it is possible to teleport outside if you stand on a certain square and touch the glass and imagine yourself outside.” He closed the journal with a snap. He was willing to risk it. He would do anything to get Leo’s soul back.

I try to walk past him but he catches me and turns his back to the sofa to sit with me on his knees. I could fight him off, but I don't. I grab his hands and I let him see into my mind again. I let him see what I find suspicious and I let him follow through my conspiracies. I let him feed because he has expended himself keeping up with me. I worry that he might turn on me though, as he had under possession before. Which gives me my last grand scheme. "Nox, can you be possessed by two people at once?" "No. No you cannot. One will take precedence over the other."

"I saw nothing but death tonight. Kage choking on his own blood. Ajax with a bullet in his brain. Avery's skin is being eaten away. Booker is drowning in a pool. And you with your throat slashed as you struggle to breathe. There was a black dog with glowing red eyes and fur that moved like smoke howling mournfully while a pink-haired buxom woman looked with resolve etched into her face while tears streamed down it uncontrollably." "Okay and why are you telling me about this hallucination?" "Because I didn't imagine it. It's a fucking prophecy! I saw that I was blind in my vision, and now I am! How else do you explain that?!" I snap at him viciously, incredulous that he does believe me.

"Didn't you ask me to tell you the first transmission order?" Her heart jolted. "What?" "Yes. That was what you told me, right?" Chris asked and her heart dropped so also did her body on the sofa nearby. "No." She cried softly. "Are you okay, Chels?" He asked, concern evident in his voice. "We released hundreds of demons into the world." Her voice broke and she could see the horror look on his face. "H...h...how?" "I don't know. I just recited the chants like you told me and the next thing that happened couldn't be explained. People turned into beasts and monsters overnight and they are doing the unimaginable because they are possessed."

I never knew my pillow could be this warm and comfy. Hm, it is even cuddling with me. My prayer has been answered. I snuggle even closer to the warm pillow until my leg touches what it is not supposed to touch and my hands feel hard abs. Pillows don't have abs, I say in my head before my eyes flow open and the comfy, warm pillow is actually not a pillow but Blake. Okay, Breathe Aria Breathe Nothing happened right?

A scream of torment ripped through my body. I saw my wolf whisper "it's time." Right as I heard Callan ask where David is I felt my body shutter. My hands dug into the earth; my head snapped back in a way that could kill a normal person. If any human were to see me, they would think I am possessed. My legs twisted in a sick manner, I felt my bones breaking, and my arms twisted with cracks as if I were being broken apart and put back together.

“Thirty minutes? But I was just recalling–” “You wasn’t just recalling, Serra.” He didn’t let me finish again. “What you saw in your sleep wasn’t a dream. It was a room created by Suzy through her desires. You went back in there, Serra,” he explained but it just made things complicated for me to decipher. “I saw your soul floated out of your body. That crept me out. I thought you’ll turn into a ghost!” Gugu fanned herself with her hand trying to calm herself.

For Christ’s sake, those creatures only existed in books and movies! Kayla slumped on the sofa and curled up, her hands clamped on her nape, her eyes to the floor. Impossible! She'd never believe it. Her grandfather had said preternatural beings weren't real, so clearly her recent encounter was an illusion. But how could it be an illusion when the truth was crystal clear? She looked at a pillow. “Do you believe in preternatural beings?” she asked the pillow. Since the pillow didn't answer, she said, “It’s over your head, too.”

We settled into the cozy nook by the window, surrounded by shelves adorned with mystical trinkets and ancient books. With a blend of unease, I began to recount the unsettling visions that had plagued me – the spectral girl, the waterlogged bodies, and the nightmarish river. Coco listened attentively, her eyes filled with empathy and understanding, as if she could feel the weight of my experiences. As I finished describing the visions, Clive added his own observations, emphasizing the urgency of our quest to recover my lost memories and confront the mysterious forces at play. We sought Coco's wisdom, her unique perspective on the supernatural, hoping she could offer guidance or insights that

The demon narrated every move in my head. “Look at you, fucking that pillow like a whore,” he said out loud this time, and I jumped, eyes snapping open, heart hammering. “I wonder what people would think if they saw you. Or do you like that? Imagining them watching while you’re helpless?” I gritted my teeth and pressed harder into the pillow, letting the sound of my own wet breaths drown out the words. My fingers clenched, pumped, rolled, and my hips bucked automatically, following the rhythm that he set inside my skull. He shoved more and more scenes at me—me leaking, moaning silently, rolling onto my back, cock slick in hand, balls pressed, nipples pinched—everything he could shove into my