As you wandered downstairs for breakfast, you felt a tickle at the back of your neck. But you were more preoccupied with the fading thoughts of your weird dream. You had never had one so vivid and realistic as that one and couldn’t help but wonder what it meant.
Unfortunately for you, you would soon find out.
“Good morning, Jack,” chirped your mother as you sat down at the table in front of a mountain of pancakes. She was standing in front of the oven top making more. “Hope you’re hungry. There’s plenty more where that came from.”
You brushed the hair out of your eyes and got to work, finding yourself surprisingly hungry. Across from you, your little sister was glaring at you. Apparently, she and mom had another fight and by the looks of things your mother was the victor yet again. As much as you would have liked it if they stopped fighting, you didn’t see it as your business anyway. You instead focused on woofing down the food in front of you like it had been years since your last meal. You absentmindedly itched at your scalp a few times.
“When’s the last time you had a haircut?” your mom asked.
“I dunno,” you replied, chewing mouthfuls of dry pancakes. “Pretty recent. Why?”
“I’d say you’re due for another one, considering how shaggy you’re starting to look. You have such nice and bouncy hair, it’d be a shame to let it grow out like a weed. Maybe you can take your sister with you. She’s doing nothing but brooding anyway.”
Caitlyn opened her mouth to protest but silenced herself when your mom shot her an angry look. Your mother then turned to you with all smiles and teeth.
“You want to look your best if you plan on getting this new job of yours. Take some money from my pocketbook and go out for the day.”
That settled your own plans for the day and you and your sister did as asked before heading out on the town with a little extra pocket money.
Not once did you question how odd it was that your hair was starting to near your shoulders in length, despite the fact that you had gotten a haircut merely a month ago. You had always been a brunette, but perhaps you always had a hint of redness to your hair. Nor did you question how strangely the locket felt as it pressed against your chest. And the warm sensation traveling from it and slowly coursing through your body at a steady pace, like a dam breaking for the river.
Yes, something peculiar was happening to you right under your nose.
It was no mere locket you were wearing but a gateway to the spirit that it contained within, begging for physical form to give it shape and meaning. It just so happened that you would be its host and, over the course of the day, it would attempt to influence you more and more. Working in as subtle way as possible until you were powerless to control your own body.
The ghost would sense its opportunity as you ventured on the town with your sister and it pulled you towards...
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