Possessed
Before I begin mychilling tale, I want everyone to know, right now, it’s true.It’s as true as they get, and I know for a fact it’strue, because I was there.
It all began on a chilly Friday evening. I was out, walking thedog, with my best friend in the world, Alice. It was near theabandoned house on the river. We decided to take a short cutthrough the old cemetery. Alice was too scared at first, but thenfinally gave in. We were walking, and walking, and finally Alicebegan to realize nothing was wrong and we starting talking aboutguys, and the regular teen talk. All of a sudden Petey, my bordercollie, stopped walking and began to growl. His lip curled up,and he began to pull on his leash at an invisible thing. “Petey,what is up with you?” Alice exclaimed. Then, no lie, weheard voices. At first we couldn’t tell what the “people”were saying, but then we could hear bits and pieces of what theysaid and it sounded like this. “Ahahahah…come to me…hahahaha….don’tbe scared… I wont hurt…together we could rule…”
We were so scared we began running, Petey at our side. All of asudden, like someone had pushed us from behind, we feel over onthe cold, cold, grass. I was almost to scared to bring up my headfrom its safe spot in my arms. When I did, I saw Alice, sprawledon the ground, and Petey, looking behind us, growling. “Alice!!”I whispered, not wanting to be heard by you know whom. I thoughtshe was unconscious, and was about to pick her up and carry herhome, when I heard muffled yelling, evil sounds. At first Ithought the man was making the sounds, but to my horror realizedit was Alice. Someone, somebody was inside her. When she lookedup, her face was hideous, and her smile so evil, I shielded myeyes. She didn’t get up, but yet began crawling to a voicesaying, “Yes!! Yes!! Come to me, yes!”
I was horrified. What was calling my best friend? I rushed up,afraid to touch Alice, even though, deep in my heart, I knew shewasn’t coming for me. Whatever was there possessed her,calling her, to its grasp. I ran up to her, and pushed her hardto the ground. Again she lay flat on the ground, and I was soscared of what she was going to look like and do when she came up.Fortunately, the shove had knocked whatever was in her out ofher, and I still remember this to this day, as she will for therest of her life, although she can’t remember beingpossessed, just she was looking at her life from above, and a manwas calling her to him, calling, and saying, “Yes!! Yes!!Come to me, yes!”