Soul Sucking

The man's contorted face was off-putting to Stella, but she shrugged off his gruesome face as a physical disability. She settled herself at a nearby table and looked for a waiter to take her order.

Suddenly the room shifted and people began sliding across the restaurant. Stella turned to look at the disfigured man. His hands were curled near his armpits and his spine was twisting in an unnatural fashion. He was making gargling sounds and white beams were shooting from his eyes. Cups and forks began flying toward him and slamming into his shriveling body.

She could feel her soul slipping out of her face and sticking to the man. "This shall be my final act," Stella thought as she leapt into to fray. Her neck snapped and she faded into darkness to the sound of the diners screaming.