Steven Grant

Chapter I

(Dear readers:
Most of the chapters are written from Steven's point of view.

In case the POV switches to another character, I'll let you know.)

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Hey, my name is Steven Grant and I used to work at a gift shop.

I'm currently unemployed and suffering from a sleeping  disorder.

Also, I'm possessed by some Egyptian god and his side-kick Marc.

I'm sure it's deeper than that but I'm pretty new to all of this.

So this is the simplified version of this totally absurd story, which is strangely happening in my life right now.

Now you might ask yourself: Who is Marc?

I haven't quite understood that either, but to summarize it briefly for you:

He's a lunatic, recently lived in all the mirrors I could find and he looks like me.

He also seems to have a lot of weapons.

And his last name is "Spector".

Although I seriously doubt that that's his real name.

I don't trust him and above all I don't trust that weird Egyptian creature named "Khonshu".

Speaking of my severe loss of trust , have I told you about this cult leader who kidnaps people and sacrifices children for his scary rituals?

I think he's crazier than all the people you can find in a psychiatric ward.

The point is : I have met a lot of crazy people and creatures in the past few weeks.

It all started with some sort of sleeping disorder.

I already told you about my sleeping disorder in the very beginning but let me give you a more detailed version of my sleeping disorder story.

It all started when I couldn't sleep at night. 

Strange things happened. 

At some point I had to lock and tape my door and chain myself.

However, I could never quite remember what exactly happened. 

It felt like nightmares getting worse and worse. 

Like I had no control over myself.

Believe me when I tell you my that the dark  circles under my eyes were darker than the sky at night.

But at a certain point, part of the truth revealed itself to me. 

I wasn't alone.

In dangerous situations, Marc took control, directing my body to protect us.

Blood was certainly shed.

But I no control over what Marc did or didn't do.

It was entirely up to me whether I let him be in control or not.

But if I did, I was responsible for whatever he did when he was in control of my body.