Page 4 of Possessed By Shadows

Nothing happened.

The bear flickered again, an eerie dance of rainbow lights.

“Do the colors mean something?” I whispered.

“I don’t remember,” Micah whispered back, his gaze focused on the bear.

That creepy laugh came again. Not the bear. Wrong direction. Near the door. I swung around, heart racing, thinking I’d catch something in the doorway, but there was nothing. What was it they said about hauntings? Fear gave them strength? The battery in my phone went from thirty percent to five and then off.

“Fuck,” I grumbled.

The bear danced now. Shaking, lights flickering like some horror movie prop. If it was supposed to talk, whatever it was saying was coming out garbled.

“Is it supposed to do that?” I asked Micah. He gripped my hand so tight it hurt, but at least it was grounding. The room was freezing. Our breath visible as mist in the tiny glow of light from the screens. I shivered, feeling iced to the core. Fear or legit cold, I wasn’t certain. “Because if so, this is a prop I don’t recommend for our tourist stuff.”

The bear flew off the chair, landing as a pulsing, glowing thing at our feet. I dropped my phone and the thermal as the words became something recognizable.

Get out! Get out! Get out!

“Fuck,” I cursed. We were backed into a corner, but the urge to run was strong. The need to get out, run away, demanding we escape.

Had it suddenly gotten darker? I tried to find the window and the pale bit of light that had come from it, but it was gone, lost to pitch blackness. Even Micah’s screen had vanished, though I could still feel him holding me tight.

“Micah?” I whispered. But then there was nothing.