Heather Watercrest

Older Sister

Cardiologist

Status: Alive

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Magnolia grew up in a happy, healthy family with two parents who loved each other very much and a younger sister who was, for the most part, not too bad to have around. They had trust funds, college savings, and a nice private school. She was set up to skate through life with money and already established connections.

As a child, she was the perfect little girl mothers hoped to have: sweet, blue eyed, perfectly blonde, and polite. As a pre-teen and teenager, she was incredibly popular in school. Boys wanted her and girls wanted to be her. Magnolia was rarely mean, got good grades, and was often out on the weekends with various groups. She was on track for an Ivy League future until that faithful weekend when she was 16.

The weekend before Halloween meant shenanigans and, in this particular case, breaking into a local abandoned house with an Ouija board. They lit candles, drew the correct symbols, and sat around it, giggling, asking questions, and accusing the boys of moving the planchette. 

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Magnolia doesn’t remember the incident, and as far as she’s concerned, it was painless black. Her friends witnessed the blonde’s eyes go blank and her body stiffen. She began speaking another language, becoming angrier and angrier when they became fearful. Some reported her eyes going black and her appearance changing entirely, but when the board was kicked over and the candles tipped over, it all ended. It was written off as nothing but a cruel prank, but Magnolia was never the same.

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It started as occasional nightmares, featuring cruel creatures that felt as if they were right next to her. The nightmares got worse, more personal, more real. The creatures introduced themselves with twisting names and bizarre bodies. Demons, they said. Magnolia’s grades began slipping and she kept catching her reflection in the mirror of their marbled bathroom: pale, blackened, demonic. Asking for help only resulted in one diagnosis after another: psychosis, delusions, schizophrenia, disorders none of them could even pronounce. Doctor after doctor said the same thing and the medication made Magnolia dull, restless, nauseous. And yet the monsters still came.

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The doctors, hospital stays, and medications went on for months. Young Magnolia barely graduated high school. At some point, she began lying. Yes, this medication was working. No more dreams, no more hallucinations, back to a wonderful normal. At 18, Magnolia moved out and far away, breaking her family’s (and her own) heart when she stopped answering calls and updating where she was.

On her own, in a tiny apartment, she drained the savings provided by her parents, dumped bottles of medication down the toilet, and discovered her own brand of crazy. The demons were cruel, horrifying, and unrelenting. She had no control over when she slipped into their realm and into communication with them. Drug use, self hatred, and reckless behavior revealed a piece of what the possession had done to her: self-regeneration and, according to the demons, a finite amount of resurrections. More communication revealed a unique ability to draw the fears of others out and make them a reality.

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Massive breakdowns and attempts to bargain with them resulted in a deal: control over her powers and a steep repayment. Failure to meet payment was, well, the murder of her family. Blinding anger, fear, psychotic behavior, and what the repayment entailed….well it lead her to where she is now. By the time Magnolia gained the ability to control her powers and, eventually, some of her mental health, she was in too deep.