She screamed as her face turned into my ex. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The water bucket that I had spilled on her didn’t just change her appearance; it had turned her into my ex-girlfriend. My heart was racing as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. How was this possible? Had I done something to upset the spirits? I didn’t want to believe it, but the evidence was right in front of me.
My girlfriend’s screams had turned into cries of anguish as she tried to understand what had happened to her. Her body was contorting, and her skin was changing colors. I felt helpless, unable to do anything to stop the transformation. It was as if I had triggered something terrible, and now I would have to pay the price.
I watched in horror as my ex-girlfriend’s face twisted into a malevolent grin. Her eyes were filled with hatred, and her voice was laced with fury. “You thought you could forget about me?” she hissed, her voice echoing through the room. “Well, I’m here to remind you.”
I could feel my girlfriend slipping away, replaced by this demonic presence. I knew there was only one way to stop it. I had to confront my past, face it head-on. Without hesitation, I charged towards my ex-girlfriend, ready to face whatever horrors lay ahead.
The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the floor, drenched in water. My girlfriend was standing over me, looking concerned. “Are you okay?” she asked. It took me a moment to realize that everything had been a dream. A nightmare. I had never spilled water on her, and my ex-girlfriend had never possessed her. It was all in my head.
But even though it was just a dream, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was still out there, waiting for me. Watching. Waiting for the moment when I let my guard down. The past never truly goes away. It haunts you. And sometimes, it can take on a life of its own.