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Quote: Not everyone who looks scary is dangerous; not everyone who looks normal means well.
Since you've taken a look at this story, I'm guessing it's safe to assume you enjoy spooky stories. The creatures lurking in these chapters, lurk also in the shadows along a deserted street, or are glimpsed in a lightning flash outside your window on a stormy night, or have just put a claw on the knob of the door to your home. Before you go any further, you might want to turn up the lights a bit or hang a clove of garlic on the wall........................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ .....................................just in case..........
Welcome to the night.
*****
Chapter One: Switching Mothers
Tyson Granger liked the women who was going to be her stepmother until the day she actually married Tyson's father.
"She turned into a total bitch overnight!", he told his best friend Max Tate on the way to school. "I can't believe it!"
"I can believe it," Max said. "The same thing happened to me."
Tyson was surprised. "I thought you liked your stepmother."
"Oh, I do now, but I didn't at first. That's why I did what I did."
"What do you mean?"
Max shrugged. "Well, it's not something I really like to talk about, Tyson, but since you're having the same problem I had, I might be able to help you solve it."
They continued on to the Tate's game shop, which was a few blocks from where Tyson and his family lived. Max's stepmother met them just in the door, on her way out, and greeted them warmly.
"It's amazing, Max. She acts just like your mother did when she was alive. You are so lucky"
Max smiled. "Actually, she *is* my mother."
Tyson was sure he hadn't heard him correctly, but when they got to Max's room, he repeated what he had said.
"She *is* my mother. Oh, I know she doesn't look like my mother, but inside, well, that's really who she is."
Tyson shook her head. Max wanted to be a writer and was always making up things. Tyson thought this was just the beginning of another novel.
"This isn't making any sense, Max."
"I can understand how strange it must all sound to you, Tyson, but it's true. I was downtown last year at that shop for witches and warlocks on 18th street. I think I told you about it."
Tyson nodded.
"We'll, I was just looking around because I was bored and wanted to get out of my evil step mothers sight when all of a sudden this women said to me 'There is a way to get rid of your stepmother, if you want to'"
"Max! Honestly! You're making this up!"
Max crossed his heart and said, "I'm not! I promise! I was just as suprised as you are. I wondered how in the world she knew what I was thinking."
Tyson raised an eyebrow.
Max ignored it. "It was at a time my stepmother was giving me a really hard time, so I guess I wanted to hear what the women had to say."
"Well?"
"She showed me this book of incantations, you know, chants. It was on a shelf at the back of the store, and it was all dusty and everything, just like in the movies, but the women said there was an incantation in it for switching souls."
"For *what* ?"
"Yes! You can actually make the soul of a dead person take over the soul of a living person. They just switch places. It's incredible."
"Oh Max, if that can be done, then why don't more people do it?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
Tyson was sometimes worried about his friend. He was always reading about 'life beyond the grave', as Max put it. Although he said it was research for the novels he was going to write, Tyson felt there was more to it then that. It wasn't fiction to Max, it was real.
'I just know it works that's all. The next day, after I did it, my dad said my stepmother was a totally different person, that if he didn't know better, he'd think she was actually my mother. Of course, he didn't know what I'd done. He still doesn't."
"The soul of your mother has taken over the soul of your stepmother?"
"Yes. You've seen the evidence, Tyson. You just never thought about it, that's all."
Tyson remembered how awful Max's stepmother had been when he and Max's father had returned form their honeymoon. Max had even stayed two weeks with Tyson because he couldn't stand being around them.
"We can do the same thing to your stepmother, if you want."
"I'll have to think about it." Tyson said.
But it didn't take long for him to make his decision. That evening, his stepmother was so hateful to both him and his father that after dinner he called Max to tell him he was ready to do anything.
"Good" Max said.
"What comes first?" Tyson asked.
"We need to visit your mothers grave to tell her what's going to happen and prepare her to take over your stepmothers body.
It took Tyson awhile to go to sleep that night. He wasn't worried about his stepmother. She had it coming, he already decided. He was just trying to remember what her real mother had been like. He didn't know too much about her, actually. He only remembered women sitting in a chair in that beautiful old home in the country.
Tyson had never been told exactly why his mother hadn't lived with them when he was growing up. He only knew that her nerves had been bad and that she had to be taken to live elsewhere. His father, when asked, always told Tyson how wonderful his mother was and how much he missed her. She sounded perfect.
Max had copied the incantation on a piece of paper for Tyson. The first half had to be chanted over the grave of his mother. The second half had to be chanted over the sleeping body of her stepmother.
"What if she wakes up while I'm doing it?" Tyson asked. He and Max were on the bus that went to the cemetery.
"You don't have to shout it, Tyson. You just have to say it."
That didn't make Tyson feel any better.
When they got to the cemetery, Tyson walked directly to his mother's grave. He hadn't been there in two years, and felt ashamed, but maybe what he was planning to do would make up for everything, he thought.
"Are we ready?"
"You have to do it yourself," Max told him.
Tyson took a deep breath. "Okay" He opened up the piece of paper and began reading. They were just words that didn't seem very special, but he trusted Max that they would work.
"Now, tonight, chant the second half over your stepmother when she's sleeping, and, in the morning, when she wakes up, your real mother will be inside her body."
When Tyson got home, his stepmother demanded to know where he had been.
"You don't just wander off in this city without telling someone. Do you hear me? Anything could happen. I just wish you wouldn't cause everyone so much grief."
At dinner, Tyson couldn't eat, and that provoked another argument. His father sat glumly in his chair, reading the newspaper, while his stepmother ranted and raved.
As soon as he could, Tyson excused himself, saying he had homework to finish, and went to his room. Actually, he simply sat and stared at the walls, because he couldn't keep his mind on anything except what he was planning to do that night.
His father and stepmother didn't go to be until midnight.
When Tyson thought they were asleep, he took the piece of paper on which Max had written the incantation and went down the hall to their room.
There was a night light near the door to their bathroom, so Tyson was able to see quite well inside the room. He tip toed to his stepmother's side of the bed and stood next to her. Then he said the incantation over her.
When he finished, he went straight to bed.
He was awakened by the telephone. Through half opened eyes, Tyson noticed that his bedside clock read eight am, and wondered who would be calling so early on a Sunday morning. He reached for the receiver.
"Tyson!" It was Max. He sounded hysterical.
"What's wrong?"
"You have to get out of your house now!"
"Why?"
"It's your mother! I know what happened to her, I just asked my dad at breakfast, and he told me.!"
Suddenly, Tyson heard someone cry, "No! No!" It sounded like his father. He dropped the phone and raced down the hall and into the bedroom.
His father was lying on the bed. He was covered in blood. His stepmother had a long butcher knife on her hands and was stabbing him over and over.
Tyson screamed.
His stepmother looked up. Tyson had never seen in all his life such hate on anyone's face, not even Kai's.
"You!" his stepmother screamed.
Only Tyson knew it wasn't really his stepmother. It was his mother.
"I tried to get rid of you when you were born, but your father stopped me!" She looked down at the lifeless body on the bed. "But he's not going to stop me this time!"
His mother stood up, raised the bloody knife and started running towards him.
*****
~ End ~
*****
And if you think you hear something scratching at the window or a footstep in the empty room overhead, just remember it's only your imagination ............................................................................ ............................. ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ probably.
Good Luck and Good Night.
Pleasant Dreams.
Quote: Not everyone who looks scary is dangerous; not everyone who looks normal means well.
Since you've taken a look at this story, I'm guessing it's safe to assume you enjoy spooky stories. The creatures lurking in these chapters, lurk also in the shadows along a deserted street, or are glimpsed in a lightning flash outside your window on a stormy night, or have just put a claw on the knob of the door to your home. Before you go any further, you might want to turn up the lights a bit or hang a clove of garlic on the wall........................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ .....................................just in case..........
Welcome to the night.
*****
Chapter One: Switching Mothers
Tyson Granger liked the women who was going to be her stepmother until the day she actually married Tyson's father.
"She turned into a total bitch overnight!", he told his best friend Max Tate on the way to school. "I can't believe it!"
"I can believe it," Max said. "The same thing happened to me."
Tyson was surprised. "I thought you liked your stepmother."
"Oh, I do now, but I didn't at first. That's why I did what I did."
"What do you mean?"
Max shrugged. "Well, it's not something I really like to talk about, Tyson, but since you're having the same problem I had, I might be able to help you solve it."
They continued on to the Tate's game shop, which was a few blocks from where Tyson and his family lived. Max's stepmother met them just in the door, on her way out, and greeted them warmly.
"It's amazing, Max. She acts just like your mother did when she was alive. You are so lucky"
Max smiled. "Actually, she *is* my mother."
Tyson was sure he hadn't heard him correctly, but when they got to Max's room, he repeated what he had said.
"She *is* my mother. Oh, I know she doesn't look like my mother, but inside, well, that's really who she is."
Tyson shook her head. Max wanted to be a writer and was always making up things. Tyson thought this was just the beginning of another novel.
"This isn't making any sense, Max."
"I can understand how strange it must all sound to you, Tyson, but it's true. I was downtown last year at that shop for witches and warlocks on 18th street. I think I told you about it."
Tyson nodded.
"We'll, I was just looking around because I was bored and wanted to get out of my evil step mothers sight when all of a sudden this women said to me 'There is a way to get rid of your stepmother, if you want to'"
"Max! Honestly! You're making this up!"
Max crossed his heart and said, "I'm not! I promise! I was just as suprised as you are. I wondered how in the world she knew what I was thinking."
Tyson raised an eyebrow.
Max ignored it. "It was at a time my stepmother was giving me a really hard time, so I guess I wanted to hear what the women had to say."
"Well?"
"She showed me this book of incantations, you know, chants. It was on a shelf at the back of the store, and it was all dusty and everything, just like in the movies, but the women said there was an incantation in it for switching souls."
"For *what* ?"
"Yes! You can actually make the soul of a dead person take over the soul of a living person. They just switch places. It's incredible."
"Oh Max, if that can be done, then why don't more people do it?"
"I don't know. I didn't ask."
Tyson was sometimes worried about his friend. He was always reading about 'life beyond the grave', as Max put it. Although he said it was research for the novels he was going to write, Tyson felt there was more to it then that. It wasn't fiction to Max, it was real.
'I just know it works that's all. The next day, after I did it, my dad said my stepmother was a totally different person, that if he didn't know better, he'd think she was actually my mother. Of course, he didn't know what I'd done. He still doesn't."
"The soul of your mother has taken over the soul of your stepmother?"
"Yes. You've seen the evidence, Tyson. You just never thought about it, that's all."
Tyson remembered how awful Max's stepmother had been when he and Max's father had returned form their honeymoon. Max had even stayed two weeks with Tyson because he couldn't stand being around them.
"We can do the same thing to your stepmother, if you want."
"I'll have to think about it." Tyson said.
But it didn't take long for him to make his decision. That evening, his stepmother was so hateful to both him and his father that after dinner he called Max to tell him he was ready to do anything.
"Good" Max said.
"What comes first?" Tyson asked.
"We need to visit your mothers grave to tell her what's going to happen and prepare her to take over your stepmothers body.
It took Tyson awhile to go to sleep that night. He wasn't worried about his stepmother. She had it coming, he already decided. He was just trying to remember what her real mother had been like. He didn't know too much about her, actually. He only remembered women sitting in a chair in that beautiful old home in the country.
Tyson had never been told exactly why his mother hadn't lived with them when he was growing up. He only knew that her nerves had been bad and that she had to be taken to live elsewhere. His father, when asked, always told Tyson how wonderful his mother was and how much he missed her. She sounded perfect.
Max had copied the incantation on a piece of paper for Tyson. The first half had to be chanted over the grave of his mother. The second half had to be chanted over the sleeping body of her stepmother.
"What if she wakes up while I'm doing it?" Tyson asked. He and Max were on the bus that went to the cemetery.
"You don't have to shout it, Tyson. You just have to say it."
That didn't make Tyson feel any better.
When they got to the cemetery, Tyson walked directly to his mother's grave. He hadn't been there in two years, and felt ashamed, but maybe what he was planning to do would make up for everything, he thought.
"Are we ready?"
"You have to do it yourself," Max told him.
Tyson took a deep breath. "Okay" He opened up the piece of paper and began reading. They were just words that didn't seem very special, but he trusted Max that they would work.
"Now, tonight, chant the second half over your stepmother when she's sleeping, and, in the morning, when she wakes up, your real mother will be inside her body."
When Tyson got home, his stepmother demanded to know where he had been.
"You don't just wander off in this city without telling someone. Do you hear me? Anything could happen. I just wish you wouldn't cause everyone so much grief."
At dinner, Tyson couldn't eat, and that provoked another argument. His father sat glumly in his chair, reading the newspaper, while his stepmother ranted and raved.
As soon as he could, Tyson excused himself, saying he had homework to finish, and went to his room. Actually, he simply sat and stared at the walls, because he couldn't keep his mind on anything except what he was planning to do that night.
His father and stepmother didn't go to be until midnight.
When Tyson thought they were asleep, he took the piece of paper on which Max had written the incantation and went down the hall to their room.
There was a night light near the door to their bathroom, so Tyson was able to see quite well inside the room. He tip toed to his stepmother's side of the bed and stood next to her. Then he said the incantation over her.
When he finished, he went straight to bed.
He was awakened by the telephone. Through half opened eyes, Tyson noticed that his bedside clock read eight am, and wondered who would be calling so early on a Sunday morning. He reached for the receiver.
"Tyson!" It was Max. He sounded hysterical.
"What's wrong?"
"You have to get out of your house now!"
"Why?"
"It's your mother! I know what happened to her, I just asked my dad at breakfast, and he told me.!"
Suddenly, Tyson heard someone cry, "No! No!" It sounded like his father. He dropped the phone and raced down the hall and into the bedroom.
His father was lying on the bed. He was covered in blood. His stepmother had a long butcher knife on her hands and was stabbing him over and over.
Tyson screamed.
His stepmother looked up. Tyson had never seen in all his life such hate on anyone's face, not even Kai's.
"You!" his stepmother screamed.
Only Tyson knew it wasn't really his stepmother. It was his mother.
"I tried to get rid of you when you were born, but your father stopped me!" She looked down at the lifeless body on the bed. "But he's not going to stop me this time!"
His mother stood up, raised the bloody knife and started running towards him.
*****
~ End ~
*****
And if you think you hear something scratching at the window or a footstep in the empty room overhead, just remember it's only your imagination ............................................................................ ............................. ............................................................................ ............................................................................ ............................................................................ probably.
Good Luck and Good Night.
Pleasant Dreams.
