Spud Storage

“I know just what to do with you,” Aaron muttered to his sister’s soul, taking both jars downstairs. Despite its **** attempts to escape, the soul shrank away from the tweezers as he lowered them into the container and - like Emily’s – struggled to avoid being absorbed into the floating potato.

Aaron sealed the lid and watched the vegetable once again slowly bang itself against the sides of the jar while he ate his dinner.

“It suits you,” Aaron mocked. He decided against leaving Natalie in the kitchen – God only knows what might happen to her – but stored her in the far corner under his bed.

That only left the tiny soul of the potato, which had given up on finding a host to inhabit and was lying forlornly in its jar.

If he put it into Natalie, it would just wander around in her body. If he put it into Emily, it would just make her horny and given her current state, Emily wouldn’t be able to resist. If he put it into himself, he had no idea if it would control him while he was sleeping. He considered leaving it in the jar, but without a body to inhabit he was worried the spirit would just evaporate overnight.