Billy possession

"This week has been insane," I think to myself as I float about 30 cm above the ground.

It's been two weeks since I was hit by a car and died. Right now, I am a ghost.

Let me tell you how I ended up here. My name is Billy Morris, and when I died, I was 21 years old. When I was young, I was known for being a bully in my town. I wasn't very smart, but I was strong. Teasing, beating up nerds, or simply lying to adults was what I used to do. I mellowed out when I entered high school, although I never fully stopped. However, gradually, I started focusing on one thing: basketball. In the middle of high school, I discovered that I was pretty good and started competing. My goal was to become a professional, but before I could even consider it, everything started going wrong.

Firstly, the kids I used to bully recorded me and uploaded the video online. With that, my image as a good guy was shattered. I was immediately kicked off the basketball team. Additionally, everyone started distancing themselves from me, and my disappointed parents kicked me out of the house as soon as they had the chance. I became an outcast in my town, dropped out of school, and decided to move away.

However, that plan turned out to be worse than I thought. Living in my car and surviving on fast food gradually wore me down. Just when I was running out of money, I managed to get a job at a fast-food chain, and that's how I spent the last three years of my life, until two weeks ago.

Imagine my surprise when I discovered that I had died. I was truly shocked and scared. Would the devil come to claim my soul? However, by the second day, no one had shown up, nor on the third. And so, a week passed. When I realized that no one would come for me, I calmed down and started analyzing my situation. I realized how boring it was to spend hours floating and staring into emptiness. So, with nothing better to do, I decided to start testing if I had any kind of ghostly power or ability.

I started with small things, like moving objects, passing through walls, or flying, and I spent three days doing that until yesterday, when I decided to try something that had been on my mind for a while: "possession."

In the past two weeks, I have been avoiding contact with people out of fear. But yesterday, I decided to test my powers, and it was fantastic. It happened when I saw a guy around my age, about 21 years old. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was watching us, I quickly jumped into his body. At first, I felt a bit dizzy, and my vision became blurred, but it didn't last long. I soon realized that I had control over the guy's body. I felt a bit panicked, thinking, "What if I can't get out of here?" but my worries were in vain. With just a thought, I was able to easily exit his body.

After that, I spent an hour pushing the limits of my possession ability. I discovered something interesting: apparently, with some effort, I can see the memories of the body I'm inhabiting. For example, the person I possessed is named William, and he had a doctor's appointment today. I can also inhabit the body without necessarily controlling it. Although I tried, I couldn't discover more about my powers, but something tells me there is more to it. After a few hours, I decided to leave William. Don't get me wrong, I possessed him because it was convenient.

After leaving his body, I start flying aimlessly while reflecting on my situation.

Now that I've discovered that I can possess other people, an idea has begun to form in my head. My life has been shit for the past few years, but what if I take someone else's life? As that idea lingers in my head, a sadistic smile starts to appear in my mind. But why would I take someone else's life? That sounds boring. Wouldn't it be more fun to use my abilities to do so much more?

As I think this, I begin to outline a plan in my mind.

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