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The Bruno effect
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2020-10-31 01:44:49He could hear a noise. The apparent humming of a woman, it sounded close-right next to him in fact. He couldn't open his eyes although he wanted to. He couldn't move, he felt glued in place. A boiling panic was bubbling in his chest, escalating. He felt the rise and fall of his chest and his eyes moving behind the lids. Then something touched him. His heart rate quickly escalated and he moved his neck from side to side. He couldn't speak, he found it hard to breathe as if there was a weight on his chest. It felt like a moment before an asthma attack, lungs slowly collapsing producing haggard breath.
The humming beside him was melodious, it was bitter-sweet. He focused his attention on her rattling voice, to still his fear. She was rhythmic and calm, serene almost. He focused on his breathing and tried to move his fingers. Then something touched his eyes, fingers or nails pried his eyes open. He came face to face with it. Its hollow face right above his. There was nothing to look at, no eyes or pupils. A hollow space that brought with it a soft wind. Frozen in a moment, he couldn't move. His breath caught in his chest and it felt weight by something other than fear. An overbearing sadness that chocked him one in a while.
He tried to speak but could form no words, only whimpers escaped his mouth. His inability to speak rendered him hysterical. He tried to fidget and twitch his legs into place but found no redemption.
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"The spirit is a demon that's placed itself into an inanimate object."
Madam Alice was stirring the wine glass in her hand with the motion of her wrist. "Of all things, why a painting?"
Willow shrugged and pulled her abstract blanket over her legs. "It has formed an attachment with its first victim."She shifted."My friend who is a well-known patron of the dark arts has informed me that objects cannot be possessed as they don't have a soul, but, if spells have been cast over a specific item then spirits may reside in them."
Madam Alice nodded," Makes sense, we know nothing of its origins."She took a sip of her wine and remembered," Demon"."
"You said it was a demon?"
"Yes, its made contact-hasn't it?"
They looked at each other with wide eyes steeped in worry. The air was empty but too broad for speech.
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