Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

He had found the perfect mark. A young blond woman laughing to the point of tears. She was playing D&D with five of her friends. They were cracking jokes and obviously enjoying life. So what made the blond the perfect target? Oddly enough it was because she was in a wheelchair. There was a debate among his time that if a disabled person was possessed would they be able to use the body as they wanted, or would they get the same disabilities? 
The woman that had caught his eye was sitting in a wheelchair. She only got out of the chair to use the bathroom. In the bathroom there were safety bars on every wall. The shower had a bench in it. He could see himself haunting her for a long time. It helped that she seemed skittish. He’d have to haunt and scare her for a while before he could actually take the body. After the game he followed her to the bedroom and saw a pair of forearm crutches. Did this woman walk from time to time? Could she walk? 


He decided to invade her dreams when she finally went to sleep at four in the morning next to her husband. He would paralyze her, so she wouldn’t be able to call out to her husband for help. 
Dreams filled with death, suicides, and mayhem plagued the young woman. He could feel her heart and breath quicken. He smiled. The only thing he had to do was let her know he was going to be with her for a while. He decided the best way to show her this was to show the woman a loved one dying by suicide, but he didn’t reveal who. 
They reached the end of the dream where he simply posed as a male in her life when something unexpected happened. His victim smiled a devilish grin that turned his blood cold. Then everything went dark for him. 


What was this sensation he was feeling? It felt like a pressure in his lower torso. He also felt a heaviness in his body, so he rolled over and pulled a fuzzy warmth on himself.Then his legs and back began to ache. Since when could he feel pain. He inflicted pain. He did not feel pain. He opened his eyes and his perception was way off. The pain in his back was intense. He sat up boltright. Why was he so low in the room? Where was he? 
He heard a female giggle. ‘This should be fun.’ 
He looked around for the source of the sound. The TV was black with a white logo bouncing around. The person beside him was sleeping. Wait… Person sleeping beside him? He usually slept alone in the walls. 
He cautiously got up to explore more to find where the giggle came from. His legs felt heavy and buckled. He was able to catch himself and get himself into the wheelchair. Wheelchair? What the hell was going on? He wheeled out to the living room where one of the guys from last night was sleeping on the couch. 
His index finger scratched his thumb. A sharp pain but feeling of relief went through his body. He hard never felt that before. The thumb looked calloused. Before he could explore more it felt like he was getting punched in the gut, and a liquid began to fall out of him between his legs. He needed to go to the bathroom. Since when? 
He heard a soft female tone angelically whisper, ‘Enjoy.’
Was something speaking in his mind? That was his move! 
His eyes darted around wildly looking for the source, but there were only two males in the house. Where the hell did his victim go? Another punch in the gut and more liquid fell out. He quickly went to the bathroom and flicked on the light. 
He gaped as he saw he was now the blond victim. The feeling in his lower abdomen was growing more and more intense. As he pulled down his pants he found blood. A lot of blood. Did he cause this? Did the victim’s husband? 
‘It’s normal,’ sighed the victim. ‘Now go change and put a pad on.’ 
“How the hell could this be normal?!” he hissed. 


After doing what he was told he found a full length mirror. 
‘You like?’  
How was he already the blond? It should have taken weeks if she was weak? Also what was she so happy about? Did she know something he didn’t? 
The pain was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His now blue-grey eyes started watering. On the reflection’s face stayed a devilish smirk. He stared at the mirror image harder. 
He wore one bracelet on his left wrist and two on his left. He finger nails had two different colors of chipped paint. His legs didn’t match the rest of his complexion. She was a caucasian, but her legs were were a light purple. Ow. What was hurting. His eyes scanned the body to find he was still scratching his left thumb again to the point of drawing blood. He continued to scratch though. 
‘Are you enjoying yourself?’ 
“No,” he whispered. 
‘It gets worse. No worries.’ 
“Wh-why? Wh-what are you going to do to me?”
‘Nothing sweetie.’ Her voice was sickeningly sweet. 
Desperation fell over him. He wanted to leave the body but he couldn’t. His eyes widened in fear. 
‘Did you think it’d be that easy?’
He found himself whispering, “Lord, help me…” 
There was a giggle of amusement. 
“Let the Lord be my Shepherd…” 
‘Are you serious right now?’ 
The fear was hitting him at his core. What had his past victims done to ward him off? Burn a type of plant and say something while pretending to be confident? Would that make the feeling of dread and physical pain go away?
He went to the cupboard to look for a plant to burn. 
‘There’s a plant by the door.’ 
Should he trust this disembodied voice? If it could help him why not? He wheeled himself toward the door. There was no plant on the table. 
‘Look harder.’ 
Though he knew the voice was most likely not on his side he felt compelled to look harder. He looked under the table and on the floor. After thoroughly checking everywhere near the door his eyes scanned the walls. As his eyes landed on a happy couple in leather posed in front of a waterfall his heart felt tight. 
He stood shakily and carefully pulled the picture off the wall. He fell into the chair holding the frame tightly. Tears blurred his vision. How could a photo of a happy couple cause so much pain? 
‘Wait for it.’ 
A wake of powerful emotions slammed into his chest. They swirled around. Happiness. Fear. Betrayal. Hopelessness. Pain. Sadness. 
“Why?” he muttered clutching his chest. 
There was a dull pain in his head before it felt like a bomb went off. Flashes of a fist coming at him, a kid grabbing his breasts smirking at him, the face of the woman from the photo glaring at him with clear hatred in her eyes. Di-did she want to kill him or the girl? Why couldn’t he tell? 
A different, harder female voice echoed in his head, ‘If your brother wasn’t here I’d kill you… Bye … Be safe.’ 
He didn’t want the kid to leave, even though he feared him more than the woman. 
Then he was on a porch as the woman threatened to call the cops on him. What did he do? 
‘You didn’t,’ his victim replied. 
“Then why’s she like that?” 
There was no reply. He was asked to come down stairs. HIs heart skipped a beat already feeling dread. The words ‘family meeting’ intensified the feeling of dread. 
The harder female voice said, ‘Before I tell you what happened you will always be my daughter and I love you.’
His emotions were conflicting. He wanted to believe her, but knew better. 
New images and emotions slipped in. The man in the picture lying very still in a coffin. He had never been on this side of a death. He felt absolutely helpless. He found himself kissing the man’s forehead hoping yet knowing it would not wake him. 
Then everything felt sped up like it was on fast forward mode. Feeling isolated. Moving to a new but familiars woman’s house. Feeling even more isolated. 
A harsh female voice said, ‘You’re ruining my family.’
Why did it feel like the others would be better off if he were dead? He had never been on this side of the story before. If his victim was never weak enough to give into temptation of giving up then why was he wearing her body?
Feeling hope while on a vacation while with friends. But not all went perfect. When he returned from vacation someone was packing his things. He didn’t feel well enough to fight it. Then there were indistinct whispers that felt hostile against him. Then all of a sudden he was emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. Being under water and wanting to end it all. 
Yes. He wanted this pain to end. This was far too much, He snapped out of the thoughts. His scarred thumb now had an open gash on it. 
“Make it st-stop. Please…” 
The disembodied voice chuckled. 
“Please!” 
The voice laughed.’No.’
“What happened to the genuine laughter?”
‘It’s there.’ 
“Then why is there so much pain?”
There was no response. He continued to scratch the thumb. It was the only thing that brought the a small sense of relief. 
“This is your body, you know?” he muttered. After a period of silence he continued, “I can end it.” 
The voice of his victim scoffed. 'Not a chance.'
“What d-do you mean?”
The voice didn’t answer. 
He went to the drawers until he found the silverware drawer. He found a paring knife.He didn’t even have time to grab the knife before he was assaulted by more visions. He had flashes of a man demanding a blow job, and if he didn’t comply something horrible would happen. Being on a friend’s porch crying saying he was sorry as if it was his fault. Being pinned by another man on a couch as he was undressed. Being told it was his fault the man sexually assaulted him. A different man when he was significantly younger pointing a gun at him. Wait. Was it loaded? Then everything went black for him again.