Hollowed Out

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Hollowed Out

When I woke the first time, I lay on a cold stone slab, incense and smoke thick in the air. Robed figures stood in a circle chanting.

Then, nothingness.

Then, a room with sun-colored walls, a single person in a robe, her hood thrown back to reveal pale green eyes, fiery red hair.

“I don’t even believe in….” I look down at my hands, wrinkled and old. I’m 29. Was 29.

“You’re going to be okay. The exorcism was successful.”

But that’s not true, is it? I don’t know if I will ever be okay again.

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This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers, hosted brilliantly as ever by our fearless leader Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. For more fun stories, click the blue frog!

20 thoughts on “Hollowed Out

  1. Pingback: Hollowed Out — Anne Higa – horrorwriter

  2. Oh dear! Those wrinkled hands. I’m wondering how long she has been lying there, or exactly what manner of demon has been removed from her to leave her in that state. Perhaps she only “thought” she was 29 because the demon inside her had been lying to her about her age. Or perhaps, when it was excorcised from her, it flew off to another host, taking her youth with it.
    All those possibilities … you must definitely use it as a basis for a longer story, Anne..

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