Soul in a Bottle
Kevin had never seen anything like this on eBay before. It was a soul. A human soul. Someone was offering a soul, trapped apparently in an ancient-looking green bottle according to the posted photo. He could see a wispy figure peering out of the bottle, a pale, female face, pretty, young, with long hair. The description said it was the soul of a nineteen-year-old Irish girl from the 17th Century.
The bidding had been furious among several bidders obviously in competition. BEEZ666 and GODBOY3 were in desperate one-upmanship now; the others were probably just horny guys hoping to purchase a hot naked chick in a bottle, even one in a ghostly state. They had dropped out early when the bidding go too intense and too high. BEEZ666 and GODBOY3 were into the tens of thousands of dollars at this point. Kevin decided to get in on this before the time ran out, which was soon. Kevin had plenty of money, trust fund, but very little sense.
He entered a quick bid, a very high one just to declare his winning intentions. He seldom lost at money contests. Counter bids from BEEZ666 and GODBOY3 came in nearly immediately, and it became a tight race until the Time Left finally ran out. Kevin’s final bid of $80,001 won.
Cool, he thought to himself. Now he owned a real, honest-to-goodness human soul, captured in a bottle since the 1600s. This was something worth a lot of money, something really special. Not that money meant very much to Kevin, except that he could get whatever he wanted, whatever momentarily caught his fancy, with it.
Soon the package arrived from UPS. Kevin excitedly torn it open and carefully unwrapped the musty-smelling, heavy emerald bottle. The ghostly girl swam around inside it, pressing the sides with her pale, sweet face and tiny palms. Kevin turned it around and around, and the soul kept moving to stay focused on him.
She was beautiful in a phantom sort of way and naked which aroused Kevin a little. She smiled attractively at him and pushed uselessly against the wax spout at the bottle’s top, obviously wanting Kevin to remove it. She mouthed ‘please’ and clasped her hands to her heart, begging to be set free.
Kevin considered the request and the bottle for a long while, watching her naked body pressed tightly against the smooth green glass. “All right,” Kevin said, “but if I let you out, do you promise not to fly away and to go back into the bottle when I tell you to?”
The soul girl nodded earnestly, crossing her heart, and it looked like translucent tears streamed down her cheeks. Kevin broke the centuries-old wax, and the little white wisp flew quickly out. As soon as she cleared the bottle’s rim, and new air from the 21st Century struck her, she transformed in size, color and hideousness into a massive red demon.
“Who–” Kevin stuttered, stumbling backwards, stunned and suddenly fearful. “Who are you?”
“My name is Legion,” the demon bellowed in a hellish voice, “for we are many.” And then it bit off Kevin’s head.