Giving away more than just my things (Patreon)

As spring arrived in full bloom, Emily decided it was the perfect time to clean her house. She planned to organize a garage sale for the upcoming summer months and wanted to donate many of the old clothes her grandmother, Rose, had left behind. With determination, Emily set to work, sifting through the piles of belongings that had accumulated over the years.

The hours passed by as Emily organized items for the garage sale, occasionally getting lost in the memories attached to them. She managed to clean most of the house, her spirits high and her heart full. In the late afternoon, as the sun began to cast long shadows, Emily ventured into the attic to continue her task. Hidden beneath layers of dusty fabric and forgotten trinkets, Emily discovered a white urn. The glass center revealed nothing but emptiness. Intrigued, she carefully opened the urn, unaware of the consequences that awaited her. A burst of white light emerged from the urn and slipped into Emily's lips.

Suddenly, Emily's body began to move on its own, no longer under her control. As she tried to comprehend what was happening, she realized that she had been possessed by the spirit of her late grandmother, Rose. While Emily struggled with the foreign presence, Rose marveled at her new environment, excitedly admiring her reflection in a nearby mirror.

“It’s about damn time,” the body thief laughed. “I can’t believe it took you five years to clean my things out. I’ve been waiting so long for you or your mom to stumble on this.” She ran her hands along the sides of her hips. “And now … this sexy thing’s mine.

“Get out … of my body…” Emily somehow managed to say before her grandmother controlled her mouth again.

“Interesting! You’ve got a lot of willpower, dear. It’s a shame that’s not going to be enough.” The old woman forced Emily to walk down the hallway and stopped beside the bathroom where a portrait was. The portrait was of Patches, the grandmother’s old golden retriever from more than fifty years ago. Behind the small portrait was a small opening in the wall where a murky vial of green liquid sat. Rose uncorked the vial and swallowed it, and Emily could feel a sharp pain running through her as her grandmother laughed.

“Disgusting … but this should do the trick. It should force you out of MY body.” Rose gritted her teeth and moaned while she walked back to the urn, feeling a rising anger at the unwanted intrusion. Falling to her hands and knees, she coughed, her determination to rid herself of her granddaughter growing stronger. Emily knew she had to find a way to force her grandmother's spirit out of her body, but it was too late. The moment she felt her control coming back was the moment Rose successfully forced Emily’s soul into the urn.

The grandmother knew she couldn't keep the urn in her house any longer. She couldn’t give Emily a chance to retake her body. The risk of accidentally releasing her was too great. So, as darkness fell and the stars began to emerge, Rose ventured into her backyard, carrying the urn with her and wearing an evil smile. She dug a deep hole and placed the urn inside, burying it with the hope that her granddaughter would be forgotten forever.

The following day, she resumed her cleaning and organizing, the events of the previous day still fresh in her mind as she adjusted to her granddaughter’s life. There were a lot of things she planned on changing, but that would be a gradual change. She couldn’t have her family getting suspicious of Emily’s change in personality. The granddaughter was a party animal who lived wildly, and Rose had no intention of staying that way. She was a woman with morals, and she wasn’t going to waste her life chasing pleasures. After all, she already spent 90 years doing that. It was time to start over on the right foot.