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He was smashing my pumpkins — the pumpkins I’d spent hours carving. I’ve placed a spell on this one though. Once he sets his hands on it, his soul would transfer into the pumpkin, leaving his body open for a new host. I’d always wanted to be a stud like him in my youth, but was never confident enough to make it to the gym. Now was the perfect opportunity to make my dream come true and get my revenge. Let’s see how he likes being smashed.
"These pumpkins are fucking gay." He said, shirtless and angry for no apparent reason. He took his bat and smashed is, chunks of vegetation flying into the grass surrounding him. Two more pumpkins and he would be touching the one I wanted him to. I carved a simple bat into the side and placed it out last night with the already intricately carved group of Halloween decorations.
I whispered my incantation from behind my window, powers strengthened by the upcoming season, and then I felt myself change. I was no longer a living being, but instead a translucent corporeal version of myself. He smashed another pumpkin and more bits and pieces littered my yard. When he got to the bat, he looked at it for a second slightly hypnotized by the simplicity and instead of smashing it, he squatted down and reached forward, his fingers wrapping around it. If you blinked, you would have missed his mouth open and his soul pouring into the pumpkin, the hole taking in the light that was his essence, and you would have seen his body collapse backwards until he was splayed out.
This was what I had been waiting for and quickly rushed over his body. I looked into his lifeless eyes with a grin (evil or not) and reached my hand towards his open mouth. As soon as it was near I felt myself rushing inside of his husk lying on the ground. His back arched as I filled him up, and the first thing I felt was his fingers clawing into the ground. My eyes popped open and I looked down at my muscular body with the same grin I had earlier only now it was with a different face.
I stood up and grabbed the bat he had been using to smash my pumpkins and tossed it over my shoulder. The bat pumpkin was snug against my side as I walked it back to its spot with a smirk and a new strong body to play with when I got back inside.
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