Spirit

Jeff looked down to the floor to see the toothbrush that he had forced Angie’s conscious into. He had been trying to use the spell to steal her body for weeks now, but he kept getting forced out by Angie’s spirit. That’s when he figured out a plan to get her spirit out of there first. Sure, a toothbrush was an odd choice, but it was right there, available to use. He looked down at it; he wondered if she could still see or hear...or even if she could now feel or think. After all, her soul was now in the body of an inanimate object. And, meanwhile, he was now inside her body, and very ready to enjoy it.