A Killers Heart

Mora had never meant for it to go this far. They had believed it was just a town myth used to scare little children. Looking below, over the railing laid Micah Smith. His body was bloody and broken. So Micah’s lifeless eyes stared back up at her. But the worst part was that not a minute later those eyes bled black and blinked up at her. Covering her lips to seal the scream threatening to burst out, Mora closed her eyes and prayed that this was just a sick, twisted dream.

Slowly she opened her moist brown eyes and took a steady breath. She was ambling back towards the rail. Mora needed to be sure Micah was dead. Peeking over, she was surprised when she saw nothing. The spot where Micah laid was spotless. Mora whispered to herself,

“Mora, get a grip, you've just had too much to drink."

Suddenly, a cold stiff hand laid on her shoulder.

“Sorry dear, but you're wrong, You're mine now," and then everything went black.

What Mora didn't realize those town myths, legends, well this one was real. And this Demon wanted her, and he would possess her, along with her soul.

While in another town a young girl who is stalked by a man who has fallen in love with her.