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(qwertuno and SilentReadersMatter)

(Hope you enjoy.)

A ghost supposedly takes over the body.

You are dragged either in conscious and placed asleep, back of your mind and forced to watch as it operates the basic motor functions. There's a forth and worst option.

Your made aware and forced to move to its will. Not in your mind but as yourself in the body and moved along to its wishes.

It's neither in Norman's case. He allowed the ghost's energy coursing through his mind and body laying both down and repeating to their commands.

He's not scared in the slightest.

"How do you trust me?"

Her voice talked through his mouth. Lips moving so naturally it's almost as if they are one. A soul in a body and an body hosting a soul.

Too bad they're separate.

Because I do.

He can't speak right now. His voice echoed in his mind, Norman has to that she won't use him to murder or kill the killers who took her life.

"I won't do that."

She murmured assuringly. Mainly to herself and controlling the urges to lead his body off the bed he slept in at night. A peaceful dream she could send him into so he'd be oblivious.

Agatha chooses not to.

The once burning fire ghost is a regular hangout. She can't appear physically in the world. Norman allowed her to become attached to his soul and they both discovered something new.

She can possess him. She technically owned him.

Your not gonna hurt me.

Agatha stayed silent. Saying nothing.

...Right?

The trust wavered. The bond tethering mind and ghost seperated. Agatha clutched the spark close. A moment ago she couldn't hear Norman's voice.

"You saved me. I'd never hurt you."

Someone else.

"A different story. Hurt me and I hurt you."

What about me?

"You wouldn't hurt me."

Norman stayed silent. Because she is right. He doesn't have a reason nor any intention hurting the ghost who he worked so hard to gain their trust.

If he hurt a spirit then their trust is gone. It's been months and she only allowed him now to let her in. A possession of a body is sacred. The wrong ghost uses it for all the wrong reasons.

The bond connected ghost to human ceased in fading. The connection tethered soul and both are outright bound to each other. Norman and Agatha chose to operate as one person.

She walked his body off the bed. Norman is silent as he watched the action and aware he's not under his usual command of himself. Agatha looked in the mirror checking their reflection.

Norman's eyes are normal except a noticeable green hue shining instead of his usual normal coloured ones. Agatha stretches a grin. Norman isn't inside his mind, he's in his body and feels the movements but doesn't feel no fear.

Agatha's not gonna hurt me.

Agatha felt a smile on their face. She allowed the emotion as it seemed Norman broke the controls over a partial limb. A new concept.

"What's this action called?"

Possession. You control me.

The human had strange days nowadays. It used to be witchcraft when Agatha was alive. She supposed more evolved and less cruel humans are tolerable.

"Humans are weird."

Norman agreed mentally. She felt him nodding the head and chuckle softly in their mind. His voice briefly sounding before fading.

Agatha continued looking at their reflection. There was something about possession that made it feel so off and disturbing. She wouldn't hurt Norman.

Other humans she would if necessary. Maybe testing the concept later on a more unwilling victim-

Agatha.

He scolded lightly. She shrugged, placing Norman's hands inside his pocket. Rocking back and forth in pure boredom.

She used to be hungry.

"NORMAN! DINNER!"

Agatha gasped in surprise. Releasing the body's control, Norman stumbled to the floor. Agatha closer incase was injured. The first time went wrong.

At least almost went wrong.

"I-I'm fine."

She used physical manifestation and bent down. She held Norman's arm placing it around her shoulders and steadying him up.

"Thanks." Norman hugged the ghost close. "Guess I can trust you after all. First time the charm, eh?"

Agatha laugher quietly. He proved today she could be trusted. Agatha's capable of having friend. If it's just the one, so be it.

"See you later!"

Agatha waved Norman goodbye. Sitting on his bed and then floating out the room. Fizzing in the wall and serving at a new location.

A confortable home. She relaxed into a bed using more manifestation. Smiling in content, a relaxing feeling spreading her body.

It was Happiness.

Norman trusted her. The seeker allowed a ghost to possess him and he wasn't disappointed in the slightest. She repressed urge to scream as a little girl.

Agatha's not a little girl. She's a spirit over hundreds years olds residing in a town from the times she'd been around and it changed so much. She was self taught in the devices and even started knowing knowledge of cameras.

As a girl who grew up in ancient times, she got to it pretty well despite the time change and people explaining things she didn't need to hear. She warn dumb and knew to what to even if a little help is needed with the decided of today's world.

Agatha smiled. Getting used to the times in the new age is a good thing. As long as she'd with Norman nothing can bother. He reminded her in so many ways including the ability to see ghosts.

She never talked to other spirits of the town. They let her die without even so much as a word in edgewise, especially so many familiar faces linger too many area of this meaningless town. She is not hanging out with any of them.

Norman is the one she's willing to commit. As a friend, as a companion, maybe his possessor. The bond still stretched since they were connected. He seemed please at the idea of losing control.

Trusting others is difficult. And he's willing to do it even if the idea's a bit absurd. Agatha thought back to the victim thinking.

Agatha wondered who she could possess next.