There’s something thrilling about a bone-chilling supernatural story. From Stephen King to the television series, Supernatural, I can’t get enough. The creepier the better! Possession is one paranormal phenomenon that freaks me out the most. Be it by some spectral being or the devil, it fascinates me. I blame my obsession with the supernatural, and specifically possession, on several things in my life. The first rests firmly on my brother’s shoulders. He loved scaring my sister, our friends, and me when we were younger. Be it by playing scary pranks on us or holding séances in our shed, it gave him great pleasure to terrify us. Then there are the many books I’ve read that despite how creeped out I get, I can’t seem to put them down. I blame Stephen King for this addiction. From Carrie to It to Pet Semetery, I’m surprised my heart still works after all the heart-stopping pages in them. Another reason would be the movies I’ve watched. The first film I can remember was The Exorcist. That little girl speaking in tongues, along with her distorted face and levitating body gave me nightmares for months. And naturally, my brother decided to use that fear…