You open your eyes in terror and see your mom. What is she doing in your room? You thought that you had locked it, so how had she gotten in your room?
She's standing near the closed bedroom door, her arms crossed in front of her, with a stern look on her face. She looks angry. But why?
"Do you mind telling me who you are and what you're doing in my son's bedroom?" she asks.
"What? Mom, what are you ..." You stop talking immediately. Is that your voice? It sounds so deep, nothing like your voice at all.
"I don't want any games from you, mister. Tell me where my son is, or I'll call the cops and let them sort it out for me."
"Listen," you say. "I don't know what's happening, but ..." It's at this moment when you finally look down at yourself and see that you no longer have your body. Instead you see the body of ...
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