The sheets tightened from all four corners and then the sides.
Daymon couldn't move, he tried to call out, but even before he could, a disembodied voice in the room said, "Shut the fuck up, Daymon, this is going to happen," rather than shut the fuck up, Daymon screamed bloody murder. However, the voice was right. It happened whether Daymon liked it or not. The sheets got tighter until his lungs were about to burst, and he let out a gasp and began drinking in the oxygen in the room. That's when it possessed him entirely. Some units in the building where Daymon used to live are rented out for $600 a month if you're willing to put up with the ghosts, spirits, and demons. It's across from the humane society.
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