(Before, I go on- I will mention that the following storyline will be heavily derivative of Praedatorius' "'Til The Fat Lady Sings" on deviantart. I do hope he won't be offended by my taking my own stab at the type of story he wrote, and I implore any of you that enjoy this genre to check it out. It is a masterful work.)
If Isaac didn't know any better, he'd think his aunt had been a witch. The room was a dimly lit library of sorts, with several artifacts (many of the type one would assume to have some sort of magic attributed to them). In the middle of a room was a rather ordinary looking glass container with a cork in it. Isaac stepped over to it and picked it up- it was heavier than he had imagined, though it seemed to only be filled with some sort of smoke.
"What the hell is this thing?" said Isaac as hie inspected it.
Suddenly, as if by its own will, the glass bottle jolted out of his hand and smacked right into the floor, shattering into several pieces. From the remains the smoke rose, yet it didn't dissipate as one would expect smoke to do. Isaac quickly placed his sleeve before his mouth and nose, trying to protect himself in case the smoke was noxious. However, after about 30 seconds, it was clearly starting to take some sort of shape.
"I-Isaac?" said a voice that seemed to be coming from the fog. It seemed oddly distant and yet so very close. Isaac panicked and almost slipped as he took a couple of steps back.
"Isaac," it said again, now clearly a woman's voice and far less distant, "Is that you?"
Isaac nodded.
"Don't worry," said the voice again as the smoke finally took form, "It's me, your Aunt Nora."
Aunt Nora? The woman who he had inherited this house from?
"I- I thought you were dead!"
"Well, I wasn't in my body," said the fat, smoke woman before him. She was perhaps only a few years older than she had been at the time she was painted.
"What?" was all Isaac could manage in response.
"I had gotten into some-" she twirled her ghost hair with an ethereal finger as she spoke, "Well, witchcraft, honestly. Mostly harmless stuff, but I accidentally sealed my soul in that bottle."
"R-right-"
"I know it's a lot to take in," she said, waving at a seat, "Sit down, if you please."
Isaac didn't need to be asked twice, as he collapsed on a seat. Nora floated over, a loving, maternal gaze in her eyes.
"It's been so long since I had seen you," she said, "I'm sure you don't remember me."
"No," said Isaac honestly, a bit sad, "I don't."
"That's alright-" she said, floating over and stretching a hand out to place on his forehead, "I j-"
The second she made contact with him, Isaac felt a sort of pulling sensation and blacked out. Within minutes, he had regained consciousness, but Nora was nowhere to be seen.
"Aunt Nora?" asked Isaac, worried. He looked around for some response.
"Okay, Isaac," she responded, though he couldn't figure out from where. Oddly enough, she felt closer than ever.
"Where are you?"
"I think," she began, "I think I'm in your head-"
"What? No that's bullshit-"
In response, Isaac felt his own hands running down the sides of his body- but he hadn't made them do that...
"What the fuck?!"
"Calm down," she said, "Just calm down, I'm sure we can figure something out."
"Get out of my body!"
"I can't," she said honestly, "I've tried, but I don't know how..."
"Well isn't that just swell!" said Isaac, looking in a mirror and seeing a green glow in his eyes subside.
"Just calm down," Nora repeated, "Either way- I've sort of missed having a physical form."
Isaac considered he had been sort of mean. The poor woman was sort of dead after all.
"Alright," said Isaac, "You're right. I'm sure we'll figure something out- but I'm tired, do you think we can sleep first?"
"Sure," said Nora, forcing Isaac to walk now. Isaac felt incredibly odd moving by actions that were not his own, but he was suddenly too tired to even care.
After closing the library, Isaac and Nora made their way to Isaac's bedroom, which he had selected some hours prior. After brushing his teeth and taking off his jeans, Isaac went to bed.
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