A Story by A Social Corpse

I am nothing anymore. Just a shell, a vessel for another being. I feel him inside me, his energy flows through my veins like acid, the burning will never stop. My heart yearns for what he wants, I can feel my mind slipping away as he takes control. My anger is starting to become uncontrollable, I am starting to act on rage. I don't know what to do anymore, the priests say there is no help. There is a dream I keep having, one that scares me, one that makes me avoid sleeping. I am in a dark field, there is a black dog sitting away from me, staring with his gold eyes. He sits there, does not move, just sits there and stares into me. I can feel his gaze pierce through me, then I see the figure, looming over the dog. Just standing there, a shadow of nothing, but I can feel his energy. His evil. That is when I wake up, sweating profusely, my bed is always soaked from it.


 I found a scar I have never had before, it is the shape of a Goat's head. I found it to be a little cliche, but it is serious nonetheless. Last night a strange noise woke me out of a deep slumber. It was a bang from the kitchen downstairs, slowly I crawled out of the bed, my feet touching the soft carpet gave me no comfort. I made my way through the dark reaches of the house until I found myself standing on the bottom floor. It was still. The house gave no sound, no movement of any kind, so quiet you couldn't hear the silence. BAM. I felt as though I had cracked a rib from tensing so bad, the loud noise came from nothing. I moved so slow, a step a minute, all the way to the kitchen. Walking through that darkness, that utter blackness. I felt my feet hit the cool tile, I did not want to scan the room, but I had no choice. My eyes peered through the darkness before them, there! A figure, a shadow. I stood there in complete fear before this presence. It did not move, it didn't have eyes, but I could feel it staring back at me.


I took a step back and that's when it flew to my face. It was right in front of me, I could feel him as he stared at me, only inches from my face. The warm trickle down my leg let me know I wasn't dead yet.


"You must accept this, Adam's son. Do not fight him, let him take you." It didn't have a mouth to speak from, but I still heard his words. I shook my head, then I felt myself lifted into the air and thrown across the room. In a flash, all the lights, TV, anything that could be turned on came on. I closed my eyes quickly from the brightness, slowly opening them, the figure was there in the room. Standing there, he had the dog with him.

© 2013 A Social Corpse

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Author's Note

A Social Corpse
My attempt at something paranormal, it isn't finished so don't be shocked about the ending. I threw this together in about 15 minutes lol.

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DAMN I like this!!!! I hope you finish it. Reads like a movie. You can easily continue it where you ended it. (wait did that make sense??haha!) I've seen plenty of shadows in my lifetime, so this story made sense to me. I hope to read more of it.

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Tags: devil, god, ghost, spirit, spirits, evil, life, dream, dog, satan, lucifer, hate, anger, shell, vessel


A Social Corpse
A Social Corpse

Fort Polk, LA

I have been writing for about 12 years now. I have nothing published as I feel that my works are not up to par. So, to quench my thirst for an audience I am bringing them here in hopes of some adequat.. more..