Chapter #7A student by: Unknown Ernesto looked down at his ghostly hands and smiled. He floated through the building and watched the people below him. His memories of how it happened was fuzzy and did not matter to him. Whether he had turned like this or left his physical body behind, he did not care about that. He had read enough about occult stuff to hypothesize that he could possess people.
But the real question was: who would he choose?
The perfect candidate quickly appeared in front of him. A stampede of students walked back to their classes or walked outside. All but one who was still sleeping on one of the hallway benches, Spencer Powell: https://cdn.modasphere.com/2h6iwk0awt4lx...
Ernesto rolled his eyes. The young man had a lot of potential but was wasting it on daddy's money, parties, and girls. On top of that, he was handsome, tall, and fit. He was a shoo-in for any opportunity and was squandered them for the easy path of letting his money solve everything. Ernesto instantly knew that Spencer would be the one. With Spencer's attractive body and wealth, Ernesto's knowledge would quickly make the new Spencer the top dog of the town. Plus, Spencer was still sleeping, which would theorically be the perfect time to attack.
"Well, here goes nothing," thought Ernesto just before he charged at Spencer.
As he got nearer and nearer, Ernesto closed his eyes. What if possession was just fictional? He would just go through Spencer or maybe get hit by the impact!
"Huh?!" shouted a familiar voice.
Ernesto opened his eyes and saw himself stuck inside Spencer. Half of his spectral body was phasing with the young man while his left arm and head still stuck out. The sudden process must have waken up Spencer, who had jerked up and flung his eyes open. Whatever, Ernesto would not stop now what he had started. He could feel Spencer's youth already flowing inside him. His strength, vigor, and stamina. Ernesto needed it. Spencer looked around with panic and was about to step away, when Ernesto quickly pulled his left arm and head inside the young man.
"UUUGGGHHH!" groaned Spencer as he slammed his hands against a nearby table. "WH-WHAT? WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
The principal could feel the student's willpower trying to push him out, but it merely tickled Ernesto. He was enjoying the fight Spencer was putting on.
"Nice fight, young man! I do love some wrestling," said Ernesto.
"Wha- Pr-Principal Esposito?" stuttered Spencer. "What's going on?!"
"Haven't you realized it yet? I'm inside you and soon I will take over your young and hot body!" shouted Ernesto.
"No. It's a nightmare. It has to be!" shouted Spencer.
"Oh no. It's about to be a dream come true! Thanks to you, my dear Spencer," said Ernesto.
"NO! Y-YOU CAN'T! It's my body! You can't- AAAARRRGGHHHHHH!"
Spencer groaned and pushed his writhing upper body against the table as Ernesto began to take the control of his body away from him. The young man let out one last war cry before collapsing against the table and seemingly falling asleep again.
However, after a moment, he twitched a bit and breathed out. He groaned again but in a way that was different from before. Instead of being startled, his groan was now nonchalant and kind of mocking. Spencer stretched himself and moaned, his face still against the table. Then, he slowly woke up and looked at his hands.
"No way," whispered Spencer as a smile crept on his face.
Spencer giggled with his boyish and youthful voice before rolling his back against the table. Then, he let out a full blown laugh, almost alike to a movie villain.
"It worked. It fuckin' worked!" shouted Spencer, now possessed by his principal.
Spencer ran his hands all over his body and cooed a few times.
"Fuck! Abs! I got abs!" he shouted as dug his hands under his shirt and patted his toned stomach. "And wh- Fuck yeah!" Spencer moved his hands up to his head and stroked his luscious brown mane. "Hair! Lot of them! No more bald head!"
Ernesto used his young and healthy legs to quickly jumped himself up to his feet. He felt like the king of the world, reborn as Spencer Powell.
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