One cold October night a man was coming back from the grocery store. It was
well past midnight before he got home and he was glad to be in his little old
The man was just settling in bed when he heard the whispering. At first he
thought it was nothing, but it got louder and louder until it sounded like
"Help me...Help me!" Over and over again.
Like a little kid he hid under the
covers and shook. Suddenly a white light passed over him, lightning
crackled and he screamed. His covers came off and there, right in front of
him, was a sickly pale man in a turtle neck. One eye was swollen and puffy and
he was terribly thin.
"Help me." he said again.
The man looked up."W-W-What?"
"Be my body for a few days. Okay. That way I can rest in peace," and the sickly man
swooped in and took control.
Three months later, the man died of what apparently
killed the first owner of the house.