The hat transforms her

Wear me.

Amanda froze, before looking behind her, a confused look on her face.

-Anyone here?

Only silence answered her question. She shrugged her shoulders. Maybe it was just her imagination. She was tired after all, and maybe she had dreamed about hearing this voice. She was about to focus on something else when the voice echoed again, this time louder.

Wear me.

She looked at the coat rack, puzzled. Did the voice come from there? Suddenly, she saw it. The hat. There was something strange about it. As if some sort of energy was oozing from it.

-What the...

She widened her eyes when she realized her legs had started walking towards it. She tried to stop, but it was as if her body was irresistably drawn towards it.

Wear me.

-N...no, she said with a weak voice.

Despite her protests, she saw herself grab the hat. She stopped for a moment to look at it, unable to take her eyes from it. What the hell was going on?

You're mine now.

-No...I don't want to...

Her eyes wide in fear, she saw herself grab the hat and slowly move it towards her head.

I am you.

-Aaargh !

Amanda felt like an electric shock going through her body when the hat landed on her head. Suddenly, it seemed like she had regained control of her body. Immediately, she staggered, her trembling hands trying to get this thing off her head.

-Why...can't I...remove it...

Before she could add anything more, Amanda widened her eyes in horror when she saw a strand of white hair in front of her eyes. She grabbed it and gasped when she realized it was attached to her head. Suddenly, she realized her hair was growing at an alarming speed. Not only was it growing, but the white color was spreading everywhere, while her hair was also getting increasingly greasy and dirty. 30 seconds later, her hair looked like it belonged to an 80 year old homeless woman.

-What the fuck is happening ! she screamed.

Have a look in the mirror, and enjoy your pretty face while you can.

Amanda saw her reflection in the window of the cabin, and almost fainted. At first, her face was the same as the one that had been hers for her past life, apart from the white dirty hair that now covered her head and the pointy hat that was stuck on it. Then she saw them. The changes. Slowly, she saw her nice soft skin take a greyish tone, as it was covering in wrinkles. In a couple seconds, she saw her young and pretty face turn into the face of an old woman. She wanted to scream, but only a weak, hoarse moan came out of her trembling lips. Her eyes sank deep in their orbits.

-What's happening to me?

It had to be a nightmare. Amanda was now too scared to cry for help or to run away. Slowly, she saw her facial bones move, making her face even more hideous. Her nose pushed forwards, reaching a ridiculous size. Her lower jaw moved too, freezing her mouth in an ugly smile. She was terrified. From the neck down, she still had the hot body of a successful actress, but her face...her face had turned into nightmare fuel. She wanted to scream, but several of her teeth fell out as she opened her mouth, while the remaining ones turned black, ready to leave their gums anytime soon.

-Help...me...

Tears were flowing on her old and deformed face. The changes were now reaching her throat, which was covering in wrinkles too. Then her torso. She felt her breasts get bigger, not in a good way. Instead, they became saggy, slipping from her bra and hanging like dirty cloths, going as far as her bellybutton. She tried to hold them in a ridiculous attempt, but her changes were far from done. Her toned and athletic stomach became softer, turning into a pot belly. Her back bent forward, her spine being now the spine of an old person who could barely stand straight. She heard a loud crack in her back and squealed in pain, as she was now looking like a hunchback. She looked down and saw her slender legs become even thinner, barely able to carry her weight. Meanwhile, she was still holding her face between her hands, looking in horror at what her body had become. Her hands had shrivelled, becoming thinner, her fingers now like claws. Then her nails started growing too, long and dirty, until they started cutting through her skin, drawing blood. She removed her hands, moaning, staggering, as she still wasn't used to this new body.

-Somebody...help...

Just when she thought it couldn't get worse, she saw the cloak leave the rack and wrap around her body. Then, she heard the voice again.

The body is ready, now I'm gonna enjoy eating your soul.

-No, please n...aaaagh...

Amanda's eyes suddenly rolled in her sockets, as she could feel a presence in her head, crushing her brain, devouring every single one of her memories, erasing the person she was.

-No please...I don't wanna disapp...disapp...aaaargh...hahahahahaha...

Her scream of agony had turned into a hysteric laughter so naturally that it was terrifying. The witch was now cackling like a creature from hell. All traces of fear had disappeared, replaced with pure sadism.

-I'm back ! I'm finally back.

The cackling resumed, as the witche's hands were passing along her body, checking if everything was all right. Amanda Seyfried was completely gone now, consumed by the witch, whose soul had been trapped in this hat for more than a century.

-They will pay. The people from this city. Their grandparents burned me alive, and now they will be my playthings.

A loud thunder echoed through the sky, as the witch was still laughing. Soon, the hills of Hollywood near the forest would live in terror of her powers. The question now was : who was gonna be her first victim?