The Possession

“Leave me alone”, the man screamed loudly as he ran to another room of his house.

Agony, mental torment flooded into his head. It appeared that he was trying to knock that flowing wave out as he screamed in anguish and shook his head violently.

“Why? Why me? Why now”? He questioned as he clutched the sides of his skull and raked down, drawing blood that stained his fingers and slid down his face, dripping to the floor and onto his white button up shirt. A lack of self-control was upon him as he fought for control of his mind. Another dark wave came and his body vibrated, shook uncontrollably.

“Go away from me”, the man screamed in a loud shrill voice right before his body was swung into the nearby wall. The man screamed something else that was unintelligible as his body smashed into the wall and his forehead took a hard blow. Blood began to run down into his eyes as the sound of thrashing echoed through his home.

Suddenly another voice besides the man reverberated through the home. A deep acidic toned rasp slowly spoke through the man’s lips, bouncing off the wall in front of him as he limply laid his bloody skull upon it.

“Nobody loves you…your all alone…your so weak…”.

The man shook his head, “No…no…”.

“Give me your body”!

This was followed by more thrashing and screaming, more bleeding and crying, and more fighting and pleading.








We approach a door in an old apartment. Before going through it let’s take note that most of the people have left this apartment, or died due to crime, famine, or pestilence. The city has always been ridden by such plagues. Life in general for some. But on to our subject, Pedro the Mexican. Upon going through the door we find a broken home. Dirty, disgusting, and now having splotches of blood here and there on the walls and floor and the broken furniture that litters the floor of Pedro’s apartment. Looking around shows no sign of our friend Pedro, but moving on to one of the windows we find the fire escape behind it. The window is shattered and when we look out we see that there is blood on the railings all the way down and at the bottom, several stories below, there appears to be a body. It’s getting late at the city, but lets reenact the scene before going down to the alleyway.







Pedro stood up from his floor. “It’s finally happened. I finally have your body”, said a deep voice that seemed to come from Pedro’s stomach before exiting his mouth. Pedro’s body and head twitched slightly and the expression on his face became angry. “Be still”, the voice said.

Pedro’s original voice suddenly spoke again, yelling out the words, “Saken! Leave me be”!

“Quiet”, Saken answered back and began to walk towards the door. “It’s time to go find people in which to harm. We may even find some of my kin”, Saken said happily as he reached for the door.

“No”, Pedro screamed again.

“Damn it, stop Pedro”!

“I won’t let you hurt people”!

With that Pedro used the last of his control to turn around and run towards the window. “What are you doing”, Saken yelled, surprised at the surge of energy that was still coming from Pedro’s mind and soul. “Stop”, Saken yelled when he realized what was happening.

“Your not hurting anyone”, Pedro said, “Not even me anymore”. The window shattered open as Pedro jumped into it, smashed through it and fell towards the ground several stories below. Blood splattered as Pedro smacked into everyone one of the fire escape railings going down before slamming into the ground back first. Blood flew up from under him as he smashed into the concrete. His eyes were closed, and Pedro/Saken laid on the ground as blood began to pool around him.







<It’s late, but this is what I get for partying away half the night>, thought Jacob as he walked down the sidewalk next to the large buildings. It was around 12:00 a.m. and the night still seemed young in it’s own way. Jacob had just left a party that he and some other friends had decided to throw because they had just been accepted into one of the bigger gangs in the city. <It’ll finally be a lot easier to get around now>, he thought as he approached the apartments. The apartments were not where he lived, but he knew that if he cut in between the alleyway he would be a lot closer to his home in the suburbs. <What the heck, it’s just an alleyway >, he thought as he entered.

Jacob stepped carefully through the apartment alleyway, looking at every shadow carefully. He and his friends had always joked about getting jumped by Mexicans, but it didn’t seem to funny to Jacob at the moment. Jacob was nearing the half-way mark of the alleyway when he remembered that he had just joined a big gang. What did he have to fear? He began to walk more quickly, with his back up and his head high. If Jacob would have been looking around more like he was earlier he wouldn’t have tripped over Pedro’s body.

“What the hell”, Jacob yelled as he tripped over something large and hit the ground face first. He quickly stood up and spun around to kick whatever tripped him. “Son of a bitch”, he yelled as he lashed out and struck the large object. Jacob shot backwards and yelped as the large object grunted and moved. He wanted to run, but he didn’t. Curiosity got the best of him. As the old saying goes though…

Pedro stood up and blankly stared at Jacob, who stared back speechless not sure what to say to this Mexican looking man that wore a white button up shirt that was soaked in red. The red stains also stretched to his jeans and there were even splotches on his shoes. On his hands and lower arms the red stains continued, and his face had what looked like dried blood all over it.

“I am Saken”, the Mexican looking man spoke in a deep dark voice that made Jacob crawl in his skin. Pedro, (as we shall call him even though Saken may have his mind, it’s still Pedro’s body), stepped forward towards Jacob.

“Dude, you need to just back up”, Jacob said and tried to look as if he wasn’t scared. Saken could read fear from a mile away and Pedro stepped forward again.

“I said back off freak”, Jacob screeched, obviously scared. Pedro smiled and opened his mouth very wide. “What the hell…”, Jacob began.

A screech was heard from inside Pedro’s stomach and then Pedro’s throat seemed to expand. The screech continued to emit from Pedro and before Jacob could say or do anything else he was engulfed in waves of thick blood that streamed from Pedro’s open mouth.

Jacob fell backwards screaming various curse words, throwing his hands up to try and stop the blood from pouring all over him. The blood stopped coming and he began to scream in anger. “What is this shit”? Jacob yelled and then went to look up at Pedro, but Pedro was no longer there. “Where…”, Jacob began once again. He was also cut off by his own scream as a figure landed on top of him. It was Pedro, who had his legs and arms spread out supporting him as he leaned over Jacob, his face so close to Jacob that the poor man could actually feel his breath on him.

Jacob laid there, thinking, <I’m going to die tonight, I just know it. This psycho, this mentally ill demonized man is going to kill me>. Pedro smiled down at Jacob and leaned close, sliding his tongue across Jacob’s cheek, lapping up the blood and then licking it off his lips.

“You feed me now”, Pedro said.

Jacob began to tremble, his premonition was about to come true he felt, “What do you want from me”, he asked in a high pitched whine.

Pedro smiled, “I want your soul”.

Jacob screamed and pushed Pedro off. As Pedro fell to the side Jacob spun over and pushed off to get up and run. Before he could get anywhere though he smashed into something and fell back over. He shook his head as he leaned up to see what he had run into. Upon seeing his “object” he began to scramble back. The “object” that he had ran into was Pedro.

“No, Impossible”, Jacob screamed as Pedro smiled and stepped forward, looking down at Jacob once again. “I always get what I want”, Pedro said and jumped forward to land on Jacob again.

Before Jacob could react Pedro’s hand smashed into his throat. Jacob couldn’t even make a sound as Pedro’s hand went inside his throat and came out pulling everything his fingers could hold on to. Fresh blood flowed over Pedro’s hand and he began to lick this off as well. The still partially alive Jacob could only look up with horror as Pedro looked back down at him and then begin to tear Jacob apart, piece by piece, organ by organ, and bone by bone. Pedro was bathing in his blood.