'This is crazy,' she thought as she saw herself walking down a hallway. She had no control over her movements, but there she was, strutting along like a model, even though she could never pull that off herself. Only a minute before, she had been preparing her cleaning cart to get started on her list of rooms, when a cloud of black smoke had burst into the room, heading straight for her. Her body stopped at a decorative mirror next to room 103, and she watched and felt her hand rake through her brown hair.
After a moment, she watched her face scrunch up in irratation. "Just my luck. Of course the maid would be a fat, homely woman."
'Hey!' she screamed inside her head. 'Just my luck, i've been possessed by a snotty bitch.' Unfortunataly, nothing could hear her.
Her hand fished around in her pocket until her master key was found. Her hand then slide the key into the slot. Once the door was open, her body boldly walked into the room, surprising the two men occupieing it. They both quickly pulled out guns, and she would have flinched and ran if she could. "Now, now, boys. Calm down, i'm not here for a fight," she heard herself say. "Besides, you wouldn't want to harm this poor, unfortunate maid, now would you."
The men stilled, but didn't relaxe their stances. "What do you want," the shorter man snapped.
"Crowley sent me." She began to struggle with herself for some sort of control. She tried not to let the sound of her own voice distract her. "He has some orders for you." She concentrated on picking up the large glass ashtray on the table next to her. She shouted in victory in her head as she felt her hand moving as she wanted, while the intruder didn't seem to notice. "He wants you to go to.." She grabbed the ashtray and smashed it against her own head as hard as she could.
