Wicked Air

A remnant. A final bulb of darkness clipped from the main plant and left in this world, waiting to be found.

The creature was not in fact dead, simply asleep. It was a baby, or perhaps an embryo. It’s earthly experiences had been short before being locked away. However, it’s lineage stretched back far.

Now, in the presence of malleable human souls, the first waves of psychic activity stirred within the small, tentacles being.

It’s father demanded power, devotion, corruption. It gladly obeyed it’s imperative.

***

Daniela gazed at Alicia, watching the pretty Colombian girl’s full lips move but hearing almost nothing. She felt distracted and warm.

Every few seconds, Daniela caught herself gazing at her friend’s large breasts. She had never noticed how big and full they were before.

Daniela snapped out of this. Why was she thinking these creepshow thoughts about her best friend in the office? It was wrong.

***

Mark knew Jenny was the hottest little thing in the office. As a married man, it had always been a fact he recognized in the abstract. Now he couldn’t stop looking at her. Her full, perky breasts bulging against her tight, professional button down. Her cascade of blonde locks.

The pair met eyes and Mark knew all of a sudden that Jenny was checking him out all the same.

***

So the psychic fumes spread...