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I had had a crush on her since the very first time I laid my eyes on her. Samantha (or "Sam") was beautiful in every way imaginable. We shared many commonalities in our personalities and looks (dare I say?). We were destined to be together, but alas, I don't know if she ever knew I existed. Having died outdoors, unlike most ghosts you may have heard about, I had the freedom to go wherever I pleased, so naturally I floated over to Sam's house. If I were to ever attempt to possess someone, I would probably choose a non-family member, as I would ruin the life of one of them. I chose not to possess any boys either, for that matter. I didn't want possession of someone else's junk. Wouldn't it be fun to try something new?
I entered Sam's room (she had good taste in art, I thought as I admired the museum posters that were taped onto her wall). She was changing into her nightgown, so I floated up to her and examined the beautiful and delicate process in detail. Sam, noticing that something was ...off, continued to spin around to examine the room behind her. http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljiq8x... I laid my hand on her slender shoulder (something I never would have dared to do while I was living), and it was obvious that she felt it. She began to bolt out of the room, towards the door to the hallway, at which point I decided to do what I had come there to do. I swooped into her back, causing Sam to topple helplessly to the floor. Before she could scream with fear, I had already begun to possess her. We were writhing on the carpet (lucky for me, her parents were asleep), trying to gain control of the body.
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