A strange case is possessing affluent women in a posh neighborhood. Flash fiction.
|Not another one of these, Detective Anji thought as she studied the frazzled woman cradling a cup of coffee at the table. She sighed as she entered the opulent kitchen and sat across from the woman.
“The break pattern of the glass indicated that it was broken from the inside, not the outside. What happened?”
The woman sighed. “I had to let him out.”
“Let who out.”
The woman looked at Anji with fear in her eyes. “The demon.”
Crap, another one of these.
The woman’s chin quivered. “We made a pact. We thought we were helping our husbands, but it was never enough. He always wanted more.”
Anji surprised a snort as she scribbled in her notepad: The I sold my soul to protect our fortune and now the bill has come due explanation again.
This was getting out of hand. The people in this posh neighborhood had gone crazy ever since that strange old man moved in the mansion at the top of the hill.
“What can I do? I don’t want to die.”
“You won’t die –“ Anji’s smartwatch pinged with a new message. She pressed the button to see photos. She cursed and ran out of the back door.
“Where is it?”
The technician processing the area pointed to the brick that the woman threw out of the window. Anji leaned over with her flashlight, shining it on footprints.
No, not footprints. Claw prints. Something inhuman. She poked at the ground with a gloved hand, pressing against the scorched grass. A stream of smoke rose from the ground, causing the print to lightly glow.
“What is that? Some kind of animal print?” the technician asked.
Anji stood slowly, her mind reeling with what she once thought was impossible. “No, it’s something else.”
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