The Demon Inside

You sit for a moment to process all the possibilities that could explain that strange instinct to avert your attention to that one point in the kitchen.

Anxiety? Or maybe just one of those brain farts that happen, like when you walk into a room and forget what you walked in specifically to do until you walk away and remember.

Finally, you decide to ask your family about it, hoping they can debunk your curiosity about the situation.

"Have you guys ever had a weird urge to look st a certain spot in the room, and when you do, it sort of makes you feel uncomfortable or uneasy?"

Your siblings continue as if you hadn't said anything at all. Although your mom stops in her tracks, and looks at you in a knowingly confused way.

The background noise of the house seems to fade as you watch her in wait of a response.

A strange feeling returns to your gut and it's as if time is standing still. Noone is talking or moving and you catch a glimpse into your moms eyes.

They are solid black and glimmering at you. Your limbs feel like lead, and brain starts to feel as if its being drained of all its thoughts and emotions.