Margot Is Drawn To Lisa.

Sorry guys, that it didn't go on here for so long. Unfortunately, a few “real life” things got in the way and I had to reconnect with the plot first.

Margot drifted through the corridors, silent as a breath, yet feeling more solid than she ever had before. This was different. This pull, this curiosity — no, this need — was unlike anything she had known in her long existence as a ghost. She had always been the one in control, the one seducing, manipulating, weaving her influence like a spider spins its web. But Lisa… Lisa made her hesitate.

She found the girl in one of the smaller rooms, a bedroom that had been temporarily converted into a storage room. Piles of half-unpacked boxes lined the walls, their contents spilling onto the floor. Lisa sat cross-legged on the scuffed wooden parquet, idly flicking through an old book she had fished out of a pile. A dim light bulb dangling from the ceiling cast a warm glow on her face and caught the unruly strands of her blonde hair.

Lisa was alone. Or rather, she thought she was alone.

Margot hovered just beyond the threshold, invisible, watching. For the first time in decades, she felt something akin to shyness. She was used to slipping into bodies, taking control, whispering in ears until her victims gave in. But this time was different. Lisa radiated something of her own – a spark that made Margot doubt.

Lisa sighed and closed the book, stretching her arms above her head, completely unaware of her spectral audience. The motion sent a ripple of energy through the air, and Margot felt it — like a ripple in a still pond, reaching out to her, teasing her closer.

Did Lisa know what she was doing? Was she calling her?

Margot stepped forward, just a fraction, and suddenly Lisa shivered. She rubbed her arms, tilting her head slightly, as if she had heard something.

Margot's fingers twitched. Should she speak? Reveal herself? Or was it safer to wait, to watch, to understand why this girl, of all people, could make a ghost hesitate?

Margot studied Lisa, her usual confidence wavering in the face of something she couldn’t quite name. She had always seen living people as playthings, malleable and predictable. But Lisa… Lisa was different. The girl wasn’t merely affected by Margot’s influence — she seemed to reflect it back, twisting it, bending it, making it something new.

Margot had noticed it before, in little things — the way Lisa had lingered in front of the mirror, how she had run her fingers over her own skin with a thoughtful, almost knowing expression. It wasn’t the blind enthrallment Margot was used to. It was curiosity. It was understanding. And that made Lisa dangerous. Or thrilling. Perhaps both.

She had expected Lisa to be an easy mark, young and impressionable, someone to mold into whatever she pleased. But now Margot wasn’t so sure who was leading whom. That unsettled her in a way she had never felt before. It was intoxicating. It was maddening.

And it made her want to step closer.

Margot hesitated, an unfamiliar sensation prickling through her ghostly form. She had never hesitated before. Possession had always been second nature — a seamless slipping into another’s body, twisting their desires, bending them to her will. But with Lisa… the thought of simply taking control felt wrong. Or rather, it felt… insufficient.

She drifted closer, unseen, and watched as Lisa stretched out on the floor and placed the open book on her belly. The girl looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought. There was something in Lisa’s expression — as if she knew. As if she were waiting. As if she could sense Margot lingering nearby.

The ghost’s usual hunger to consume was replaced by something deeper, something more dangerous: the urge to be invited. To step into Lisa’s world not as a puppeteer, but as… what?

Margot wasn’t sure.

She hovered just inches away now, feeling Lisa’s energy hum against her own like a magnet pulling her in. Was this what mortals felt? This tantalizing uncertainty? The thrill of the unknown?

For the first time in decades Margot didn’t possess.

She waited.