Hmm... This is revolved around a lamp. Boo. So scary. XD
Is this what I was destined for? To spend eternity in this stupid thing? I remember when I used to be free. That was the life. But now, I'm trapped in this thing until someone finds me. Again.
And then, I'll be a slave to them until they ask for three wishes. After that, I'd be sent back to this thing.
It's pitch black in here, and I can't see a thing. Or hear a thing. And I can't feel anything, or touch anything, or do anything! I can't even move in here! It's like I'm a gas while I'm in here. The only thing I can do is think. Well, and sense if someone gets close to the lamp.
It's boring. No wonder why all the genies in fairy tales and stuff are so twisted when it comes to wishes. They take their fun where they can get it. This wish granting thing it complete and utter torture. Everyone else gets to have everything they want, while I'm the servant. I'm the prisinor. I'm the slave. I get nothing. I don't even get as much as a thank you for what I do for them.
It makes me sick. But, it's not like I can do anything about it. Well, I can plan. If I could find the right person, and if they make the right wish, I could escape.
Just like Desiree did. I could escape by shifting the power- the lamp- to someone else. That's how I ended up in here to begin with.
I internally smile at the thought of escape from this prison. It would take a while. It's not like a new person finds the lamp a day after the person before. Sometimes it takes weeks, sometimes months, and sometimes it even takes decades before a new person finds my prison.
Finding nothing better to do, I think back to my first couple of 'masters' and what their wishes were. The first one was this boy named Jimmy. He was about seven, and he had wished for a new bike, a video game, and a treehouse.
I struggle to remember the name of that video game he wished up, but I can't. Just like I can't exactly remember my life before the lamp. I know I was once a black haired boy, but I forget my name. I know I had the ability to turn back into that form before I was trapped in here. But, as soon as the lamp was shifted to me, I lost the ability to shift back into that form. Some weird genie-ghost thing or whatever.
The only thing I really remember is that my name is Phantom, I hate Desiree for trapping me in here, and I will escape sooner or later.
If I had a voice in here, I would have screamed in triumph as soon as I felt someone approach the lamp.
Maybe, this person will be my key to freedom.
... Do not ask. I made Danny into a genie-ghost, and I made him lose most of his memories. As well as his human half. Now, he is simply 'Phantom'. *evil laughter*