Her nails bit into his skin as he took another bite of pizza.
His Lillian always hated scary things. Crushed to his side, face pressed to his bicep, he found himself smiling up at the possessed girl making a horrifying face on screen, bellowing an inhuman wail. It’s so unrealistic . . . not at all like the real thing. Possessions aren’t all that dramatic, not the real ones. They manifest themselves as mental illnesses. It’s your inner demons that eat at you, break you down little by little every day—until a person snaps. Then it can go one of two ways: either they self-destruct or cause destruction to others.
“How can you eat during this?” she whimpered against him. He lifted his arm, welcoming, and she burrowed into his side, hands clutching his shirt, practically crawli
