“So, how long have you been possessed?” Brandon asked.
The words hung in the air for several seconds until they almost felt like they were slapping you in the face, demanding acknowledgment.
“What?” Chatham asked.
“How long have you been possessed?” Brandon repeated staring directly at Chatham.
“What are you talking about?” Chatham asked.
“Well, once a person is possessed we can see others who are possessed or have been. It leaves a mark on you that is almost impossible to describe to other people, but I can see it plain as day on you.”
Chatham swallowed hard. “I’m not possessed. I’m cursed.”
“That’s what a possession is, boy. It’s a curse. I can see you are possessed by a demon. It is raging inside of you. You are a shifter.”
“I am a shifter,” Chatham replied.
Shirley was shocked
