“What have you done ?”
Emma stood there looking as her body running its hands all over her body, she could not stand anymore as she slipped to the floor the old frail body of her grandmother had no power left as she looked up and her body which smiled down with look of triumph.
Her body walked towards the mirror as she cried out in pain her hip aching, her knees were stiff, her body never spoke it didn’t need to Emma knew what her own grandmother had done, stolen her body.
“This body is so full of life I can feel it causing through your smooth skin, life is never something I wish to end my dear and thanks to you it won’t”
For Anita this had been years in the planning body swapping was not a easy thing to do, getting her granddaughter to believe in witchcraft was not easy but as she showed her little fun things she knew one day she world trust her loving grandma enough in order to be tricked into giving up her own body.
This was not the first time she had preformed such power witchcraft, her ancestors would of been so proud, then heard her old body speak “Grandma please”
“Grandma, I am not your grandmother I have not been a grandmother for centuries you people are simple vessels, vessels which allow my soul to live on, you mean nothing to me and you are nothing!”
Emma was sobbing and could feel herself growing weaker as she listened to more of her ‘Grandma’ talking of her betrayal to so many who had loved her over the years.
Alone now on the cold floor unable to move Emma felt crushed, upset but mostly heartbroken she had watched her ‘Grandma’ leave without any remorse or help she had been left to die.