Phantom Chained

Chapter 21. The Incubus appears to the world. Ingrid.

...I had to let the incubus take control over my body. What other choice did I have? Two of my closest friends, you and Sophie, are in great danger. I ran into some trouble since the incubus turned out to be much more cunning than any other astral being that I've dealt with before. In the end, I had to sacrifice myself and now it's up to you whether we will meet again or everything I've done so far has been for nothing.

I did everything in my power to stop the incubus from tormenting you. However, the link between you two is very strong so it'll most likely be hanging out nearby most of the time. Just remember, under no circumstances can it cause any harm to you!

The creature that used to be Johan was leaning against the front door, alternating between shaking its whole body to just separate sections. Matted hair covered its face, half of which appeared like it was paralysed while the other twitched maniacally, winking with a bloodshot eye.

"Cold." The creature suddenly coughed out and took a few awkward steps, swaying and grabbing onto the porch railing. Its movements were unnaturally rigid, almost like a...

'Like a stick insect!' I thought. 'Or a zombie. That's drunk. And trying to dance.'

I couldn't watch Johan's body suffer like that anymore, so I opened the door. The incubus fell inside and, like a monkey, climbed the stairs in all fours. When I reached my room It was already lying on the floor, occupying the most space possible.

It seemed like hours have passed before the silence became unbearable.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Leave." Quickly replied the incubus.

"What?"

"Leave!" It repeated, baring its teeth at me and clattering them with an odd rhythm. "I will call you lat-ter."

"No need!" I backed up, this time actually frightened.

The incubus will behave strangely at first but you shouldn't have any issues with it; I allowed it access to my memories and sub-consciousness so it will know and be able to do anything that I would. Demons are capable of perfectly imitating someone if they have enough strength for complete possession of the host's psyche.

The lines from Johan's email plagued my mind since last evening and I must have reread them over a hundred times. Over a hundred calls that Johan didn't respond to. I could not even comprehend that something like that could ever happen to me; was already happening to me. If you stopped thinking for a moment, everything appeared to be fine; I was sitting in a chair in the furthest corner of the living room, wrapped from head to toe in a warm blanket and surrounded by textbooks so my parents see how good of a daughter I am and don't bother me and ruin this peaceful mood. But it's only going to get worse from now on, and it's getting harder to believe that things will ever be the same...

How long have I been sitting like this for? It's gotten dark outside and the smell of dinner made its way to my nostrils. Before I could even think about getting up, my blanked blanket flew off to the side and my mom's angry face appeared before me. 'Oh boy, here we go.'

"Inga!" Mom's voice was full of suspicion and other unpleasant emotions. "Am I going crazy or is there a man talking in your room?"

"It's not a man, just Johan." I answered, not lifting my eyes off the book.

"And what exactly is Johan doing there?"

"Talking?"

"Ingrid!"

"He came here because he had trouble at home and needed somewhere to be by himself." I mumbled, tossing the book aside. "He just came to visit, why are you making such a big deal out of it?"