The next morning, Sarah woke up early, eager to experiment more with the amulet. But to her horror, it was gone. She searched frantically around her room, retracing her steps from the night before, but there was no sign of it. Panic set in.
Hours later, Sarah spotted the amulet—around the neck of a woman she’d seen in town before. Tammy. Tammy lived in a rundown trailer park on the outskirts and had a reputation for being loud, brash, and inappropriate. She was in her mid-thirties but dressed like someone half her age, with a cigarette always dangling from her overly painted lips. Her makeup was thick, her dresses tight, and she made no apologies for her boldness.
Sarah approached her nervously. "Tammy, that amulet—it’s mine. I found it yesterday."
Tammy took a long drag on her cigarette, eyes narrowed. "Oh, this? Found it near the diner. Looks like you lost it, sweetheart." Her voice was harsh, teasing. "You’re saying it’s yours? Well, finders keepers."
Sarah swallowed her discomfort. "Please, it’s important. You don’t know what it can do."
"Oh, I know what it can do," Tammy said with a smirk. "I tried it this morning. Took over some poor girl's body—can you believe it?" She leaned in, her breath thick with smoke. "That’s some real power. Why should I give it back to you? A sweet little thing like you doesn’t need it." Her eyes trailed over Sarah, a dangerous glint in them. "You’re young, pretty... bet that body of yours feels real nice."
Sarah stepped back, unease creeping through her. "Tammy, please. It's dangerous."
"Is it now?" Tammy’s gaze darkened, lingering on Sarah’s face. "Maybe I'll just keep it a little longer. Or maybe… I’ll see what it’s like to be you for a while."