She peeled back the sheet on the gurney. Nothing. She checked the woman in cold storage. Nothing.
She grabbed her clipboard, her hands shaking so hard the pen skittered across the floor. She needed to identify the mark. Every demonic possession left a sign—a sigil hidden in the folds of skin or behind an eyelid. If she didn't find it and burn the right body before the shift ended, she wouldn’t be leaving through the front door. She peeled back the sheet on the gurney
The fluorescent lights of the River Fields Mortuary hummed at a frequency that felt like a needle pressing into Rebecca’s skull. She had taken this apprenticeship to face her demons, but tonight, the demons were literal. Nothing
"I am the rot in the floorboards, Rebecca. I am the shadow in your mother's eyes." Every demonic possession left a sign—a sigil hidden