The last thing Isaac remembered was staring at himself in the mirror before he passed out was an odd glow in his eyes. He awoke on the floor of his bedroom, covered in sweat like he had awoken from a nightmare.
“Damn,” he muttered, sitting himself up to stretch. “That was some weird dream.”
He stumbled around his room for abit, unaware of what today would bring for him. If Isaac had passed his bathroom mirror, he would have realized the events he thought he had imagined were not a dream. His once brown eyes now had a green glow to them as the ghost woman worked her magic.
“Thankfully this one doesn’t appear too bright,” she said to herself in Isaac’s head. “Plenty of room in his head, but not so much his body. Such a skinny little thing. We’ll have to fix that.”
But the spirit knew that even just blatantly transforming Isaac over time would cause him to notice something was wrong. She didn’t want the boy making a fuss until it was too late to do anything about it. She had to be clever about the process so that this boy, Isaac, didn’t notice her making him a host.
“I need to be subtle about this...And I need to learn more about this boy too. I know he lives alone, but I know nothing else outside of our family connection.”
The spirit continued to ponder her plans for Isaac as he proceeded with his own day, getting dressed and eating breakfast. The boy was still half asleep and even put his shirt on backwards.
“I suppose a small change wouldn’t hurt,” the ghost smirked to herself. “Now, what won’t this boob notice?”
She stretched out and worked her possession magic to alter Isaac’s...
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