(Soul Pledge) Shorts - The Possession of Melanie Ashton
Added 2025-09-10 06:15:43 +0000 UTCMelanie’s friends had gone out for snacks, leaving her alone in the faded hotel room. The air was stale, the wallpaper peeling, and the tiny television flickered as she flipped through channels without interest.
Then it struck.
She felt a sudden, stabbing chill surge through her chest—sharp, unnatural, and ice cold. Her breath caught. It felt as if something had forced its way inside as the cold spread like venom, curling through her limbs, numbing her fingers and toes, then creeping inward toward her core
Her vision blurred as she felt the room spin around her.
She tried to move but her arms felt like anvils at her sides. Her lips parted to yell for help but no sound came. As the cold reached her neck even forming a coherent thought felt like an insurmountable task.
The room grew dim as her body slumped forward. The TV kept blaring, oblivious.
Inside her, the cold grew roots. It settled deep, claiming every inch of flesh. Time passed—silent, still.
Then, a twitch.
Melanie’s finger jerked. Her head lifted, limp and unnatural. Her body lurched off the bed, collapsing to the floor with a dull thud. One hand planted itself on the carpet. Then the other.
She rose.
The body of Melanie Ashton awkwardly and unnaturally stood, like a puppet learning its strings. Then Melanie's eyelids were forced open.
Hazel irises now glowed a sickly, unnatural green.
Something else looked out from behind them.
It smiled.
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