Cut
An unnatural wind made a frenzy of Blair’s hair as the demon took control. Her body would free it to feed its bloodlust.
“Cut”
Sighing, Bobbie stepped away from the wind machine, pulling hair from her mouth. “What now, Phil? This is already the tenth take. We’re missing the Halloween party.”
When he didn’t answer, she turned to see not only Phil, but the entire film crew, frozen in a terrified rictus. Backing away, she realized he couldn’t have spoken. “Who…”
A maniacal laugh cut off her words, as an eerie wind howled around her, and the demon took control.
I originally wrote this story for Halloween week. It was scheduled for Friday, which now belongs to Micro 2 Go prompts. The picture drove the narrative. I hope you enjoyed this one! Please leave a comment.
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