Realty

For years, no realtor in the city wanted to touch the house where the murders took place. When Kelly finally got her license, she was young and ambitious. What no one else wanted to touch, she saw as her golden opportunity.

She was the first person to go in the place since the police investigation. She didn’t know any of the gory details of the man who killed the house’s residents before taking his own life. All she saw was a large house, which was completely furnished, that she could sell for a bargain to make a big commission. She flicked the light switch, but the electricity had been turned off ages ago; she made a mental note to call the utilities the next day. Yet a strange blue light from one of the room drew her in.

Before she could even get a good look of the strange glowing blue fog, it seemed to surround her before entering her body through her mouth. She coughed a few times as she inhaled it before she fell into a daze. She no longer seemed to be in control of her own body as it stretched out it’s arms.

Then Kelly found herself speaking. “A woman?” She said, “I’m a woman? Not exactly my first choice, but I guess beggars can’t be choosers.”

Kelly found herself stumbling down the hall, kicking off her heels complaining about “damn women’s shoes.” She went into the kitchen and reached for a knife. She licked it and smiled before whispering, “Time to continue where I left off.”

Kelly inside wanted to scream. Who was this crazy person controlling her body!? Why was she stuck as a mere observer in her own life!? And what the hell was with the knife and talking about “continuing?”