Ingrid Watts
[Unlisted] (Female POV, Feedee) You wake up to find your girlfriend possessed by an unknown force.
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Work went later than ever before. Honey drags her feet making her way to the bedroom, kicking off her flats and tossing her jacket on the couch haphazardly. Yawning, she falls into the bed next to Ingrid.
Sleep comes quickly.
The alarm blares on her phone. As she feels around for the phone, she hears the alarm stop abruptly. She hears rapid breathing. She opens her eyes. Ingrid is kneeling on the bed, staring. Something isn't right.
The look on her face startles her. Her eyes are wide—too wide—and her thousand yard stare sends chills down her spine. She's smiling, her mouth open, frozen in an unnatural expression.
She holds Honey's phone with a grip so firm her knuckles turn white. The morning light makes her bizarre smile look even more off-kilter.