Page 19 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Why are you so sure I’m a ghost?

“Well, aren’t you?”

I suppose he had me there.

“You know. It would really help me out if you would stop fucking ignoring every question I ask. I have no idea if you’re like—malicious or whatever. Of malicious intent, I mean. Yes.” He snapped his fingers. “That’s it! The internet said some of you are here for that—to be malicious. So are you?” He could’ve won an award for most uses of the word malicious in a single sentence.

Do you think I am?

“Oh my god. Stop answering my questions with questions, you dick.”

I don’t plan on hurting you any time soon.

“But you might hurt me later?” Luca squawked. “Not exactly reassuring, dude.”

That isn’t what I said.

He wasn’t entirely wrong, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. For my plan to work it was important he trusted me enough to take his body for a spin. I kept losing time, and it was getting more and more annoying. If I could possess his body for long enough, maybe I could accomplish what I needed to do and then fuck off to whatever hole in Hell would have me.

I already knew I wasn’t strong enough for that though.

At least not yet.

“Why can’t I see you?” Luca asked, shaking his head as he squinted around the room suspiciously like he thought by squinting he’d be able to break through the fog between our dimensions. He released his poor abused hair, and I relaxed a fraction when none pulled out.

Why would you want to?

“I’d like to put a face to the voice I’ve been hearing in my head for two weeks,” Luca pointed out. “I mean—” A burst of splotchy red blossomed outward from his tanned cheeks, caressing his ears, his neck, till it disappeared beneath his collar. “We had…sex, didn’t we? It seems only polite.”

Ah. So he’d caught that too.

No. You’re too emotional right now. Later.

“Too emo—” Luca spluttered in offense, flapping his hands around like a sexy pink Big Bird. “I’m not emotional! I am a perfectly functional member of society.” He blinked, eyes narrowing. “Wait, have you been watching me?”

Obviously.

“Oh. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m stuck to a nosy ghost,” Luca lamented, dragging his hands over his face in frustration.

It’s not my fault you excrete emotion like a sweaty man in a sauna.

“First of all, gross. Second, fuck you.” Luca huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, his cheeks puffing up as he blew his floppy bangs out of his face. “I resent that. I’m just…going through a rough patch.”

Why?

“Why—” Luca blinked, clearly confused. “Why am I having a hard time?”

Yes.

“Um—I’m literally being haunted,” Luca pointed out. “Do you need another reason?” He was hiding the truth, but I figured I’d find out soon enough so I didn’t push. Instead, I just observed him. After a moment his eyes lit up, and he popped out of his seat and began strutting around the kitchen, peeking in the cupboards.

What are you doing?

“Looking for speakers. Or like…a phone? Just because I hear you doesn’t mean you’re not just a prank.”

You were so sure earlier that I was a ghost.

“Well, yeah. But I mean. I’m open to other possibilities. Maybe someone is fucking with me.” Luca’s eyes narrowed. “But…No.” He wilted, shutting the cupboard he was inspecting. “No, I don’t think you’re pranking me. I’m pretty sure you really are a ghost.”

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