This can’t possibly be real. I’m going to wake up any moment and see this is all just some nightmare. My wife will be beside me in our bed, sleeping peacefully and my little girls will be snug in their beds, all safe and sound. It would help if I could close my eyes. The bastard barely even blinked so I wouldn’t miss “the show” as he had referred to it. Why hadn’t I believed it was real? Why hadn’t I just taken Joanna and the kids and left this place after the first time I heard the voice! But no, I kept telling myself it was nothing, that I wasn’t really hearing his voice. I was too afraid of being called crazy, so stupid!
I didn’t believe in possession, still didn’t want to as he turned away from my wife, heading down my hallway leading to my daughters’ rooms. Hollywood definitely knew fuck all about possession. I couldn’t feel my body, couldn’t feel the axe gripped in my hands or Joanna’s blood dripping off my face. I was nothing more than an observation slave as able to control what my body was doing as was any sports fan yelling at the television. I could only watch in horror. I couldn’t scream out, “Run!” to my two precious angels. I was conscious and I would never be able to wash these images from my mind.
I imagined I was going to be a blithering, drooling mass once he was done and then what? No one would ever believe that some demon had whispered to me for months then took over my body to kill my family. I wouldn’t have believed that before a moment ago. They wouldn’t be able to lock me up fast enough if there was anything left of my mind once this bastard was through with me. I pray for a death that won’t come, watching through eyes I can’t close, covered in my wife’s blood. My hand now pushes open the door to eleven year old Amanda’s room, my firstborn.
I wanted to cry, seeing my baby girl sleeping so peacefully, knowing what was coming. How many times had I entered just like this to kiss her goodnight on the nights I had to work late. Creeping in, not that much different from how I was entering now; to kiss her forehead whispering “I love you angel”.
I screamed, “No!” as the axe smashed down into my baby’s sleeping head, popping it like a zit. He forced me to watch while my little girl was turned into a bloody mess, her body not even recognizable as human any more. Luckily I didn’t have to watch the light fade and die in her eyes like I had my lovely Joanna, but it was little consolation. Instead I watched as my arms swung the axe over and over, turning my baby girl’s head into a picture of scrambled eggs coated in hot sauce. My arms swung down with force, removing hers, then her little legs. He turned her to bloody hamburger with chunks of sausage mixed in. When it was finished, her skinny legs were the only feature distinguishing the bloody mess on the bed as human. I had never felt more powerless, my grip on my sanity reduced to a solitary finger...
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