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don't look back
#WritcoStoryPrompt13
The instructions were clear:
'Go in, retrieve the package, don't look back.'
That simple.
He did everything right till he looked back...As soon as he turned around, he felt a chill run down his spine. The room that was empty just moments ago was now filled with a thick fog. He could barely see his own hands in front of him. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to make out shapes in the mist.

Suddenly, he heard a faint whisper that sounded like it was coming from behind him. He turned around but saw nothing. The whisper grew louder and more urgent, but still, he could see no one. He started to feel like he was being watched, followed even. Every hair on his body stood on end as the whisper turned into a sinister laugh.

Panic set in as he realized he was not alone. He ran towards the door, but it wouldn't budge. It was as if someone was holding it shut from the other side. He pounded on the door, but no one answered. He was trapped.

Suddenly, he felt something cold and clammy grab his ankle. He screamed as he was pulled to the ground. He looked up and saw a ghostly figure looming over him, its eyes glowing bright red. It was a demon, and it had come for him.

He tried to crawl away, but the demon was too strong. It lifted him up by his neck and slammed him against the wall. He could feel his bones breaking as the demon laughed in his face.

"Your soul is mine," it hissed before disappearing into the mist.

He lay there, gasping for air, waiting for the end. But it never came. The demon was gone, and he was left alone in the fog. He knew he had to get out of there, but he also knew he would never be the same.

From that day on, he was haunted by the demon. It followed him everywhere he went, whispering in his ear, reminding him that it owned him. He tried to ignore it, but it was always there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for its chance to take him back to the other side.

And so, he lived the rest of his days in fear, never daring to look back again. For he knew that the demon was always watching, always waiting, and always hungry for his soul.
© c.wright