Writing Club: Point of View

So this prompt was a suggestion by a club member and it got a lot of love. It was also a fun bit of first person point of view writing. The prompt was to write from the point of view of the demon or ghost doing the haunting or possession. Here were some of the suggestions:

• Demon possessing a person
• Ghost possessing a person
• Ghost haunting a house
• The past haunting a person or place

My take on this was to flip the script and terrorize the poor demon. This could probably use some editing and could possibly be expanded. Let me know what you think in the comments. Happy writing.

Hello all, I’m Mazikeen of the Lilium, 

It has been one week since I was possessing a human and ummm, it was not a great experience. Let me tell you.

It started out awesome. I was summoned by a human, trapped within their summoning ring, I raged at being trapped and in their terror, or so I thought, they smugged the chalk lines of my prison, releasing me. 

I followed demon protocol, I possessed them. Flowed in through their mouth and subjugated their will with my own. Took over their body and crowed my excitement at having a physical form for the first time in centuries. I should have known something was wrong when they did not resist much. Now I know it was for show. 

Not a moment after I settled into my host I heard them distantly think, “Oh, this is nice. You can live for me while I hide in here.” They were quite a moment before asking, “Hey, can you pinch our arm? I want to see if I feel it.” 

Always happy to cause pain, I obliged. “Hmmmm, I feel an echo of pain but not the real thing. I can deal with this.” I was about to question why this human wanted to be under my control, why they wanted to know about pain when the door to their dwelling burst open and several large men tamped into the room. 

“You are late on your payments to the boss.” The biggest snarled, picking me up by my shirt front. I tried to push them away with my demonic strength but to my horror I was no stronger than a human. 

“What is going on?” I shrieked, this had never happened to me before. A fist smacked against my face, another in my stomach and I tasted blood. Pain, I am not a stranger to pain but normally I am the one to give it, not receive it. My mind blanked, I did not know what to do. 

“Ouch, yeah. Sorry about this.” Said the human. “I, uh, have a gambling problem. I owe them money and can’t pay. Needed a way to hide in plain sight.” I was on the ground now as they kicked my ribs. In my panic I tried to leave this mortal body. To my horror I could not escape. 

“Yeah, that’s not going to work,” the mortal told me. 

“Why?” I snarled through bloody lips. 

“Because I tattooed a demon trap on my thigh yesterday. You’re going to have to destroy it to leave.” My jailer replied. 

“You know why you little pig,” snarled the man beating me. “I’m taking what the boss is owed in the form of pain.”

“Fuck you.” I screamed at both of them. 

By the time the beating stopped the form I was trapped in was a bloody and broken mess. I awoke to flashing lights of red and blue and other humans telling me they were taking me to a hospital. When I awoke again bright white lights shone into my eyes. Apparently the humans were healing me and the sorry sap stuck in here with me. 

It took me three weeks before I could steal a scalpel. It took me another two days before I was alone long enough to cut the demon trap from the skin and escape that mortal shell. That human will suffer when they enter this realm for the pain they forced me to feel and for the fact that they did not shut up the entire time I was trapped there. For the first time in my existence I wanted to escape back into hell. 

However, I did learn some new torture techniques in the form of sleep deprivation, so it wasn’t a complete waste of time. Feel free to come see me at the next torture seminar. 

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