MidReal Story

Possession

Anonymous

Scenario:Lena zog in eine alte Wohnung am Stadtrand. Die Vormieter hatten sie überstürzt verlassen, aber der Preis war unschlagbar. In der ersten Nacht hörte sie ein leises Flüstern aus der dunklen Ecke ihres Schlafzimmers. „Lena…“ Sie fuhr hoch, tastete nach dem Lichtschalter – nichts. Stromausfall. Nur ihr Atem durchbrach die Stille. Dann hörte sie es wieder, näher. „Lena… warum bist du hier?“ Panik stieg in ihr auf. Sie griff nach ihrem Handy, die schwache Beleuchtung erfasste den Spiegel an der Wand. Ihr eigenes Spiegelbild… doch es lächelte. Und dann flüsterte es: „Jetzt gehörst du mir.“

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Lena zog in eine alte Wohnung am Stadtrand. Die Vormieter hatten sie überstürzt verlassen, aber der Preis war unschlagbar. In der ersten Nacht hörte sie ein leises Flüstern aus der dunklen Ecke ihres Schlafzimmers. „Lena…“ Sie fuhr hoch, tastete nach dem Lichtschalter – nichts. Stromausfall. Nur ihr Atem durchbrach die Stille. Dann hörte sie es wieder, näher. „Lena… warum bist du hier?“ Panik stieg in ihr auf. Sie griff nach ihrem Handy, die schwache Beleuchtung erfasste den Spiegel an der Wand. Ihr eigenes Spiegelbild… doch es lächelte. Und dann flüsterte es: „Jetzt gehörst du mir.“

Lena

anxious, and determined. Lena was curious about the mysterious atmosphere in her new home, especially after the mysterious phone call from an unknown number. She tried to make sense of the strange occurrences like the power outage and her reflection's smile. Despite the unsettling events, she attempted to find comfort in familiar routines like watching TV and talking to her friend Ben. Lena struggled with fear and confusion but ultimately sought to reclaim her sense of normalcy.

Unknown Entity

authoritative, and intense. The entity made contact with Lena through a series of unsettling events, including power outages and personal phone calls. He introduced himself as "me" and claimed responsibility for the strange occurrences. His interactions with Lena were marked by an undercurrent of possession or ownership, leaving her feeling uneasy and confused. Despite his strange behavior, there was an implied sense of protection or purpose behind his actions, though Lena struggled to comprehend his true nature.

That night, I lay in bed, my phone resting beside me.

I dialed the number again, and it went straight to voicemail.

I hung up and tried once more.

Still the same.

I put my phone back on the nightstand and got under the covers.

There was no point in trying to call again; whoever had called me obviously didn’t want to talk.

I snuggled under the covers and closed my eyes, hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a slight chill in the room.

I snuggled deeper under the covers and closed my eyes again.

It wasn’t until I heard my name whispered again that I realized I wasn’t alone in the room.

"Lena…"

I bolted upright, looking around the room frantically.

"Hello?"

I called out, not knowing if anyone would hear me.

There was no response, so I reached over and turned on my nightlight.

The dim light illuminated a portion of my room, but not all of it.

I could still see the shadows of my furniture in the dark corners of my room.

"Lena…"

The voice was soft and low, but I could hear it clearly now.

I turned to look at the door, but it was still closed.

I must have left it open when I came to bed, I thought to myself.

"Hello?" I called out again.

This time, there was a response.

"Lena…"

The voice was louder now, and I could tell that it was coming from the other side of my room.

I turned to look at my window, but it was closed too.

"Lena…"

The voice was even louder now, and I could feel a strange energy emanating from the other side of the room.

It felt like something was trying to get to me, but I couldn’t see anything. I grabbed my phone and got out of bed, slowly making my way over to the door.

As I reached for the doorknob, I heard another whisper in my ear.

"Lena…"

This time, it was right next to me.

I spun around, but there was no one there.

"Lena…"

The voice was all around me now, echoing off of the walls.

I could feel a strange energy emanating from everywhere in the room.

It felt like something was trying to trap me in here with it.

I knew that I had to get out of there as fast as possible. I turned back towards the door and ran as fast as I could towards it.

As soon as I reached the doorknob, I turned it and flung open the door.

I ran through the doorway and slammed it shut behind me, not stopping until I reached the living room downstairs.

When I got there, I collapsed onto the couch, gasping for breath. "Lena…"

The voice followed me all the way down here," she said with a smile on her face.

I looked up at her and saw that she was still smiling at me. "Lena…" she whispered again, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "What’s going on?"

I asked her, confused by what was happening. "Lena…" she whispered once more. "What’s going on?" she asked me again. "I don’t know," I replied, still confused by what was happening. "Lena…" she whispered again. She looked at me with an evil grin on her face. "Lena… you’re mine now."

She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips.

"Lena, you have to listen to me," the voice insisted, now sounding more urgent.

"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady despite the fear coursing through me.

"I'm someone who knows what you're capable of, and it's time you learned too," the voice replied enigmatically.

I was backed against the living room wall, fumbling for my phone to call Ben.

The screen flickered and died.

The entity's whispers grew closer, wrapping around me like invisible hands.

My legs gave out and I slid to the floor, heart pounding.

The voice materialized into a dark figure that knelt before me.

Cold fingers brushed my cheek as he said, "Your power has been dormant too long."

Energy surged through my body, making my skin tingle.

Memories flooded in - past lives, ancient magic, a destiny I'd forgotten.

"Lena, you must remember who you are," the figure urged, eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

"I don't understand," I stammered, overwhelmed by the torrent of images and sensations.

"You will," he promised, "but first, you need to trust me."