Possessing Laura

Camilla had been crying most of the week. Everytime, Laura had left the house, she had been watching her, from behind a bush, from a nearby building. Every time she had seen her, she had felt a surge of rage through her body. Hatred, jealousy, anger. Camilla wasn't an ugly woman, far from it. But Laura had so many assets no man could resist. Camilla had always been the skinny type. With her Goth appearance, she looked like a high school student's fantasy, but not exactly like serious wife material. Laura, on the other hand, seemed designed to be a mother, with her large hips, big breasts etc.

After a while, Camilla had understood. There was no way she could compete with her rival. That's why she had had another idea. Right now, she was staring at a lock of hair in the middle of a pentagram she had drawn on the floor. Laura's hair. She had made her decision. If she couldn't compete with Laura's body, then she could as well take it. As soon as she would be done pronouncing the magic formula, her body would become an ectoplasm that would invade her rival's body, allowing her to take over her life. She would become Peter's wife, whether he wanted or not.

For the next minutes, Laura started chanting in an ancient language, slowly feeling her own body getting colder and colder. When she opened her eyes, she saw her transparent arm and smiled. She was almost done. A minute later, a white light rushed through the window of her appartment, heading for Peter's house, ready to possess the unsuspecting wife.