Snippet Sunday Flights of Delusion

This is a piece of a short story from my short story book out now Flights of Delusion.

[image error] The Demon in Me

They say when you get married you share everything fifty-fifty. So when I went into the agreement, that’s what I was thinking. I would get prestige and wealth, and he would share in the joys he couldn’t down in hell. But as I stood there covered in blood that wasn’t mine and felt him slither through my head enjoying the fear I felt as I looked around at the mess he had created, I started to question myself. And then a thought came to me; why did it take me so long to realize what he was he doing?

I made the markings on the ground with the blood of the cat I had caught in my backyard. I had taken the wild, mangy thing inside. It squirmed, and I was thinking what I wanted at that moment. But is there any other way? No. This was it. I held the wild thing down as it scratched and tried to bite at my gloved hand, and with my eyes closed, slit its neck. I pulled it up by its tail as the thing wiggled and squirmed, its life flowing from the wound in its neck.

With the blood collected in the bowl, I set to making this circle the book talked about. When all was done, I placed some candles in the circle and stood in the middle, the dead cat at my feet. I opened the book and started to chant in Latin.  I had no idea what it meant, but I spoke loud and even. The candles around me blew out. My vision turned red, as the taste of sulfur filled my mouth, and the smell threatened to suffocate me.

“Why do you call me?” The voice shook my skull.

“I wish to bargain,” I said as the book told me to.

And we came to an agreement. Sure, I should have known something was wrong when the demon took over briefly to finish eating the dead cat. But I was happy it had worked, and I was finally gonna get what I always wanted.

Again, I really should have seriously thought it over. Having a demon share your body wasn’t fun. First it was food; it had to try things I would normally never eat. And then there was the sex; I was no prude, but it had no boundaries. It didn’t care what gender or what they wanted as long as it got the release it needed.

When the demon was in charge, I went to sleep. And I felt what it felt, but I wasn’t really there. So when he started to get mean towards the sexual partners, I didn’t notice. I didn’t notice until it was too late. I should have noticed, and then I wouldn’t be here covered in blood.

The room, which had been tidy and colored in beiges and light browns, was now a mess covered with smears of blood. Like me. There was a cardboard box over beside the bed, and my curiosity got the best of me as I walked over to it. Sure, this must be a dream. I peeked inside, and stumbled backwards at what I saw. He had been a pretty thing, and so had she. The two decapitated heads stared up at the ceiling. Their eyes had bled tears. We had found them on the internet, and the couple was so willing to play. I guess they didn’t see this coming either.

“What did you do?” I asked out loud, my voice shook and sounded on the edge of fear.

His voice rattled. “Do not fear, my pet. You woke up too soon.” But I knew he was wrong. I knew he finally wanted me to see what he did when he took over. And I could tell through him that this wasn’t the first time. But I started to fade, and the world around me turned black. He was taking over once more. “Sleep, and all will be fine.”

What can I say? I killed and got away with it. He had fixed everything.  I went to work, fearing the police would come in at any moment and arrest me, but the killings never made the paper. And there I was in full charge of myself. He was still there asleep and satisfied. But I started to fear what would happen when he awoke again.



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