Philip stood in quiet amazement. His ability to think through events was over-ridden by an icy terror that had settled in his stomach and froze him in place. It was the sound of her voice, an inhuman growl that seemed to fill the forest and echo off the trees, that shriveled his testicles and stole his breath.
"Suffer! Evil! Innocent!" Denise screamed at them between incoherent grumbles.
Philip recognized similarities between what was going on and what he had studied in possession videos and his mind began to slowly work against the terror. He checked the digital recorder in his pocket, it was still recording, good. Denise wasn't attacking anyone but seemed to be thrashing against her own will, good. Then suddenly, she bolted into the woods and left the group at the toadstool ring!
Philip didn't think, he took off after her, his long coat getting caught on the branches. He couldn't see her, but he could see the path of broken limbs and the occasional piece of clothing left behind. He finally came upon her huddled, naked, and sobbing uncontrollably. Philip took of his coat and draped it across her shoulders.
"Denise," he said hesitantly, "are... are you okay?" He put a tentative hand on her back.