“Found it!” exclaimed my childhood friend Jonathan, a sparkle lighting up his eyes as he finally uncovered the little machine — one that looked nothing like a machine at all. The attic was a complete mess; he’d been rummaging through it for hours, determined to find this mysterious device he claimed could swap one person’s self with another.
I shivered at the thought. The idea alone creeped me out. And the fact that he wanted to use it on Halloween? That just felt absurd. But who could argue with John? He always had a strange fascination with the eerie — and somehow, the rest of us always got pulled in. After all, the creepier, the better… right?
Friends, Bound by Secrets
We were a group of four: me, John, Daisy, and Laura. Typical childhood friends, bound together through thick and thin. Daisy and I came from wealthy families, while John and Laura came from more modest backgrounds. Ironically, John’s mother worked at my house, and Laura’s mother worked at Daisy’s.
Our parents had taken the responsibility of enrolling John and Laura in the same school we attended. Everyone deserves a chance at a better life — and honestly, their parents worked harder than anyone I knew. That effort alone made them family.
With wonder in his eyes, John explained that the device could swap bodies. I laughed it off at first. It sounded like nonsense. But maybe — just maybe — the thrill of doing something wild before graduation pushed me to go along with it. One reckless night before stepping into real life. What could possibly go wrong?
Halloween Night: When the Game Began
Then came Halloween night.
After a few parties and a lot of sugar rushes, we snuck into the old storeroom in my house. It was dusty, dimly lit, and the perfect setting for something strange to happen. As we stepped inside, a wave of unease settled over me. My instincts screamed for me to turn back.
But I didn’t.
I wasn’t a kid anymore. I was graduating in a few weeks.
So, I told myself to stop being dramatic and pushed my fears aside.
The Ritual Circle
We cleared some space, sat in a circle, and held hands. John began chanting in a language I didn’t recognize. Each of us had to choose the person we wanted to swap bodies with — but only those inside the circle would be affected.
Honestly, I was barely holding back laughter at how ridiculous it all was.
Then John said the final word:
“Swap.”
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Something Went Horribly Wrong
Something shifted.
An unnatural energy pulsed through the room.
And then — that smile.
That evil smile stretched across John’s lips like something out of a horror film.
In the blink of an eye, I was looking at… myself.
My face. My body. My clothes.
But with his wicked grin.
The shock hit me like a wave of ice.
It had worked.
John had tricked me.
He had swapped his body with mine.
The room fell into stunned silence. My friends froze. No one knew what to do.
Then, just as quickly, the lights flickered — and John, now in my body, shouted something, turned, and ran out of the storeroom. I wanted to scream. I wanted to chase him. But I was frozen. Trapped.
Not just in fear —
Trapped in someone else’s life.
The door slammed shut behind him.
I stood there — no, he stood there — in my body, with my voice, my face, and my life.
And I?
I was stuck in his. In John’s body.
No one believed me when I screamed.
Because the words that came out… weren’t mine.
That’s when I realized something far worse:
This wasn’t a prank.
This was a plan.
One he had been working on for years.
And now, I had to find a way back into my own body…
Before he erased me completely.
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To Be Continued…
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