What happened next

she went to the garage and picked up the nail gun and walked casually back into the bedroom whistling a tune. :ohmy:

She stood over the bed poised ready for action, suddenly the

nail gun misfired hitting her, 'what the hell' she screamed her shoulder streaming with blood. Maybe I need to go old school she muttered under her breath as she stomped back to the garage.

staggering back to the bedroom carrying an axe her face transfixed with evil she stormed over to the bed and

collapsed with exhaustion, she had never felt so tired. Before she new it she was in a deep sleep...

When she awoke she was in her own room but there was a fresh trail of blood leading into

the attic, she followed it's winding trail and as she pulled the light switch the bulb shattered.

brushing the glass from her hair she looked up to see her husbands

face, 'be careful my love' the face said 'it wants your soul to become mortal, don't trust anyone it can jump from person to person for a minute and take over their body' he said 'He has chosen your soul to take over permanently be...' his face disappeared before he could finish.

collapsing to the floor she lay there for hours before being found by

Cedric Timmins - a quite unremarkable little man, apart from the fact that he had incredible psychic powers. Even though it had been unpleasant for him, he had sensed the strange things that had been happening. One minute he had been potting - in his potting shed, the next, he was transported mentally to the place where this story takes place... floating above the scene, a disembodied entity seeing all, but with no real physical presence, unable to intervene. "This is a job for me, Psychic Man",he murmered to himself as he puffed on his pipe. Within a few short hours he donned his trusy balaclava and bicycle clips and peddled off to offer his services in person. He had a vague idea where he was going, but had to stop several times to ask for directions - proving he had some blind spots in his abillities and could be written out of any story should the fates so decree... At last he arrived at his destination. The woman lay in the doorway. She twitched strangely. Behind her a purple mist began to materialise...

'Your not welcome here' the voice from the purple mist said then the force of a truck hit the man and throw him in to the vacant bus shelter across the road knocking the man out. Just as it happened the woman awoke and screamed loudly and headed out of the front door.