Vivian shivered at the autumn wind and continued walking at a brisk pace. She was trying to clear her mind; she and her boyfriend had broken up yet again. As she passed the graveyard, she noticed an attractive young man watching her from the entrance. Intrigued, she approached him and introduced herself.
The boy’s name was Damian, and he was a nice distraction. After chatting for awhile, he asked her to join him in the graveyard. Warily, she followed.
“Do you believe in ghosts?” Damien asked in a mock serious voice. Vivian laughed and shook her head. Suddenly, Damien leaned in and kissed her.
Vivian closed her eyes and smiled at the faint feeling. She leaned in to deepen the kiss, but the light touch of lips against hers disappeared. Frowning, she opened her eyes.
What she saw made her heart stop. Damien was not there. She glanced around, and a feeling of apprehension leaked into her gut. She tried to stay optimistic; tried to believe it was simply a practical joke. Even in her head, it didn’t sound very convincing.
“Damien..?” she called out cautiously. Her voice seemed to resonate through the arrant silence.
A freezing gust of wind produced the only movement, rustling her hair and the dead leaves scattered across the ground. A feeling of dread washed over her. She had to get out of there. Vivian’s heart was beating in her throat. She spun around in a circle, eyes scanning for the exit. She had to get out of there. Her nerves were taut, her mind racing. Her previous worries seemed so far away, like a dream fading back into the subconscious. All she knew was that she had to get out of-
An intense blow to the gut caused Vivian to keel over in pain. She gasped for breath, clutching her sides tightly. After a moment, she attempted to stand up straight again, but an unknown force prevented her. Her muscles screamed as she fought against it.
Vivian’s peripheral vision began to blur, and the world seemed to fade to black and white. Everything seemed dull and hazy. She felt a presence inside of her, but she could not pinpoint its location. She felt it begin to engulf her from within.
Vivian tried to scream, but no sound would pass her lips. She tried to move her arms, her legs, her head; nothing would respond. She was no longer in control of her own body.
She watched in terror as her body began to stand up slowly, her spine cracking in a way that made her mentally wince. Vivian felt herself take a stumbling step, but could do nothing to stop it. She heard her own voice talking, but could not halt the words.
“What a lovely body,” she was saying. “Much better than my last one.”
Vivian strained against it with all her might, but it was no use. She was merely a spectator forced to observe, trapped inside of her own mind.