“Mine,” whispered a disembodied voice.
Hannah tried to run but her feet wouldn’t move. She screamed as the spirit held her tight then forcefully entered her body causing it to contort violently then slump on the floor.
The spirit stood up and stretched out in its new host then set to work, slipping from her body when it finished.
When Hannah awoke, she held a knife covered with fresh blood. A trail of the warm red liquid led to the bed. Her husband and children laid upon it, stabbed to death.
“Why?” she demanded.
The disembodied voice whispered, “You’re mine.”
© December 24, 2010