User blog comment:Witnessme/Creepypasta Short Story Contest/@comment-27075023-20151014001333

The day of possession is near, rejoice that now you can speak your mind, because there will be a day when life won't be so kind. Half of us won't exist anymore as Luke foretold in a book we all know. The whisper that once Cain listened to, will be heard once again, but for now it sleeps deep inside your soul, masked as an unexplained itch or numb limb. Those are the signs that the whispers of Cain will awake inside of you. Not knowing the place, not knowing the time, they will awake, blurring your mind. The next thing you know you will take the back seat, drowned in silent screams of helpless defeat. The smell of blood will invade your nose, trembling hands that have only death to greet. Lifeless bodies will fall on your feet. Your hands covered in innocent blood, red, crusty and hungry for more. You will want to stop but you wont be in control. You will be just a puppet of evil foretold. Father against son, fighting for survival. One being possessed, a child gone rival. What can a father do, to save his son's life? To give him peace by shooting his gun? Or to welcome death by the hand of his son? Possessed humans a demon's delight, as life has gone by we opened the door and little by little they made it their home. So don't be surprised if this Halloween, things are a bit different and not what they seem. The marked ones walk among us but you have been warned. No one knows what side of the blade we shall be. The revelation is just weeks away for all to see. Will the killer be you, or the killer be me? We shall find out won't we?