When friends gather, they are not always completely truthful to one another. Because of this, paranoia can cause people to not trust each other, it can cause people to be tricky and devious to one another to get what they want out of the situation. When people finally realize what is going on, they begin to loath and hate each other, which can cause a fight to break out in the blink of an eye, especially if there is drinking or stress involved.
When a particular group of six friends gathered for a séance, they called upon a demonic spirit to proove that there is life after death. This was my chance to get some of my power back from when that retarded Lysandus thought he could stop me. In time he will be either dead, or insane like me. Soon, he will be fearing sleep, soon he will not be able to live a normal day without wishing he had finished me when he had the chance. I thought I needed some group therapy anyways, to get with the evil inside of me. I wanted them to be surprised also, so I didn't prepare their minds for the horror I was about to put them through. Meet my delicious buffet: Ted, Jimmy, Amy, Rose, Johnny, and Steven.
The first victim was Ted, he was stressed about everyone looking at his girlfriend, and he had very low self asteem. I entered his mind with a voice of reason, his father's. I knew that it was the only voice he would listen to, because it was a voice that had influenced him the most while growing up.
"Do not trust Jimmy, he has been stabbing you in the back for quite some time now, and he has been having sex with your girlfriend quite often," his father said. He fought the thoughts and tried to concetrate on the séance, but I fought back, telling him that the séance had brought back his father's spirit. His father knew the truth behind things, and he had been watching out for Ted's best interests. Ted pulled out his pocket knife and lunged at Jimmy.
I told Jimmy ahead of time that Ted was going to attempt to kill him, I prepared him. He didn't want to listen, he wanted to concentrate, but I made him listen. I became the voice of his best friend that had passed away 3 years before. This was the friend that had never done anything wrong or bad to him. A friend he was so close to, that he was there when he died of an overdose at the park. He told Jimmy how much Ted hated him, and how long he had been waiting for the right moment to slit his throat. Jimmy jumped out of the way just in time for Ted to stab the back of the couch. Everyone jumped up and looked around in horror and amazement.
Rose shouted at me, asking me what kind of spirit had that much control over someone's mind. I told the bitch to shut the fuck up and threw her backwards into a mirror which shattered and left millions of tiny cuts on her pour confused body.
Jimmy ran to the kitchen to grab a knife, but Ted was ahead of him and stabbed him in the heart with his knife. Blood poured out of the cut, and soaked his white shirt with a sticky red odor. Ted smiled and fealt peace and calm because his lovelife was saved. Amy ran in the room and screamed, "What kind of sick joke is this?!" Ted told her what his father had told him through his mind and Amy said he was being delusional, and that nothing had ever happened between them. Ted tried to apologize, but she pushed him away and said, "NO! I can't deal with this, you realize you just murdered your best friend for no fucking reason don't you? DON'T YOU!? All because you were paranoid that I was going to leave you, well you know what, I can't live with a psycho any longer, we're through." She threw the ring that he had bought for her back into his face and ran out of the room screaming. So many thoughts of mistakes she had made ran through her head. How could she have fallen in love with a skitzofrenic. Not only that, but a paranoid murderer. She ran outside and into traffic to try to flag down a car to help. He followed her, and saw the very moment when she was slammed and flung in many directions by a semi truck as she screamed for dear life. He saw the blood spray from his true love, he saw her fear, and he saw her pain. He could no longer live with what he had seen, and instantly slit his wrist, and then the other. He watched the blood ooze out, and he could feel his body draining of blood, as his vision faded slowly. He smiled and cried at the same time, and eventually fell to the pavement.
Meanwhile, inside, Johnny and Steven helped Rose to her feet. They both told her about Ted murdering Jimmy, and she could see the sincerity in them, and she saw the fear and the loss of color in both of their faces. Then they heard a scream and a crash outside. They ran to the window just in time to see Ted fall to the ground in his own puddle of blood. They saw the wreck which Amy had caused, and all three of their hearts dropped to the floor. Johnny and Rose began to pace around, thinking of a solution, while Steven dropped to the couch and stared off into the distance. I then entered Johnny's mind and told him that it was all Steven's fault, and that it was obvious by how calm he was being. He had been planning this night for quite some time, and he was the one that had invited everyone over.
Johnny turned to him and said, "You sick fuck, why did you bring us here tonight?" Steven just kept staring off into the distance, he was speechless, he had never had any of his friends die, and now three of them were dead. Suddenly he felt more lonely than ever. He had known them so well, he didn't understand what had happened. Why did this have to be happening on the one night he invited them all over?
Johnny went to his car and grabbed a gun, walked inside and held it to Steven's head. "What the fuck is going on you sick fuck!?" he yelled as his thoughts swam with murder and death.
While all of this was going on, I showed myself to Rose. She stared at me in the eyes and backed away onto the chair behind her. She ran to the other room and tried to shut the door to lock me out. When the door shut, she could see my reflection behind her through the mirror on the door. She turned around and screamed. She turned back to the door tried to open it, but it was locked. She turned back around and I was gone. I appeared right in front of her face and put my forehead against hers. I filled her thoughts with visions of exactly how she was going to die. She saw herself standing in the room, leaning back on the door and trying to move. Then she heard a loud bang and saw a bullet fly through the door, through the back of her head, and out through her left eye, shattering it into tiny red molecules.
In the other room Steven eventually blinked and realized that he had a gun to his head. Without thinking of what was going on, he tried to smack the gun away from his head and it flew into the corner and went off, sending a bullet right into the room where Rose was trying to hide. They both heard her body hit the floor and immediately looked at each other with fear and hate. They both blamed the other for everyone's deaths, and they wanted to prevent themselves from being murdered as well. They simultaneously ran to the corner where the gun was and grabbed for it. Steven had a hold of it and Johnny began to choke him to try to make him let go of it. Steven had no choice but to defend himself, and he shot Johnny through the chest.
After seeing all that death and blood, Steven dropped the gun and broke down and cried. I told him that all of his friends were dead, and the cops were going to blame him. He was the only one left to blame, and he HAD murdered. I told him that he was never to live a normal life again, and that this day was going to haunt him until his death. He picked up the gun and stuck it in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The bullet exited the back of his skull, followed by brain fragments and nice fresh blood.
All that blood, all those brains. I smelled the death in the air as the cop sirens got closer. It looked as if I had also killed a couple of car passengers, as well as a family walking down the street. The air was silent, and I devoured everyone's souls as they lay there wondering what was to happen next. It was a Smorgeuss Board of bodies, and all the different tastes filled my stomach and my powers and senses got stronger. I was no longer weak from the attack from Lysandus, and I knew how I was going to get even more power, a very crowded area.
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