Haunter
And now I’d laid hands on his friend and was keeping him prisoner at the Manor.
Next came our infamous fight that night, when he’d come out claiming for me to release his captive friend, his accusations, the slap. The image froze on the two of us from Trisha’s phone, the only camera rolling at that moment. Brandon stretching out his arm toward me, his hand like a claw trying to clutch at me, his glasses hanging from only one ear, my hand still in the air after slapping him, my face distorted in a mask of rage.
“Look at this, my friends,” his voice-over said. “Look at it closely. I was accusing Fran Garner of being possessed. And indeed, one person was being possessed at that moment. Possesse
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