The Summoned Demon: 5. Possession of Flesh

The days didn’t feel like days anymore.

Mara wasn’t sure when the lines blurred, only that she stopped marking time by the sun and started marking it by his presence. Morning, night, waking, sleeping—none of it mattered when he was always there.

At first, she tried to fight it. She locked the bedroom door, barricaded herself in the bathroom, even left the apartment once, keys shaking in her hand as she fumbled toward the stairwell. But no matter where she went, he followed. Sometimes she would blink and he would already be leaning against the wall, smirking as though he’d been waiting all along.

At first, she tried to fight it. She locked the bedroom door, barricaded herself in the bathroom, even left the apartment once, keys shaking in her hand as she fumbled toward the stairwell. But no matter where she went, he followed. Sometimes she would blink and he would already be leaning against the wall, smirking as though he’d been waiting all along.

“You can’t run,” he