Passenger

“I know you can hear me, Rebecca.” Robert said aloud, “You look fantastic tonight, though I bet you won’t feel so great in the morning. When I asked you to prom you could’ve just said ‘no,’ but instead you made a decision to humiliate me. You laughed in my face, you called me a loser, and you made sure to have the entire popular crowd mock me for months. Well, I bet you didn’t expect me to know how to possess people -- most never suspect that, of course -- and I figured prom night would be the perfect night to possess you and enact some revenge. You’ll be my passenger for the night; you’ll be able to see and head every single thing I do to your body, but you won’t have any ability to influence my choices. Believe me, you’ll want to. You’ll be so sad when I ruin this dress and expose your breasts to everyone in the process. You’ll be even sader when I seduce and sleep with that geek Norman. It will be all anyone will talk about for the rest of the year.”