It had now been almost for months since his mother Angela Roberts's disappearance on her way back from a conference in Tupelo and two months since her car was found abandoned by the side of the road 3 miles outside the town limits.
The police had given up looking for her and so her son Michael hired a private detective to find her.
Seven days after hiring the detective he got the wonderful news that his mother had been located in Roswell Nevada.
She was now going by the name of Sally Lane and working as a stripper.
Michael was overwhelmed that his mother had been found but could not believe she was working as a stripper.
He told the private detective that he would trouble down and get his mother.
The next day he drove down to the strip joint where she was working.
He walked in and saw them on stage and doing her routine.
He could not believe she was doing this.
He could not believe how much he was enjoying it.
She had always hated this sort of thing and it was women being exploited for men's pleasure.
He could not believe that she had taken everything off and loved the cheering crowd.
After her act was over he went backstage to speak to her.
She had no idea who he was.
She thought he was just some sort of nutter wanting a lap dance.
It took him almost 30 minutes to convince his mother who she was.
He told her he was going to take her home where she could recover and regain her memories.
His mother who was really a dirty old man who had been placed in her body by aliens who had been experimenting on him decided to go along with him.
He thought he would have a better life as a suburban housewife and mother the next stripper and a cheap prostitute.
Story: The scent of lavender and sandalwood filled the sun-drenched yoga studio, a sanctuary for Elena amidst the storm of her divorce. Her husband, Mark, had left her for someone younger, a betrayal that echoed in the hollows of her heart. Yoga was her only solace, a way to reclaim the peace that had been stolen.
ReplyDeleteOne sweltering afternoon, during a particularly deep savasana, a strange sensation washed over her. She felt a lightness, a floating sensation, as if her consciousness was detaching from her body. Panic flared, then curiosity. She looked down and saw her own form lying on the mat, still and serene. She was…out of her body.
Elena cautiously explored this newfound ability, this astral projection. She drifted through her apartment, observing her sleeping son, Daniel, his brow furrowed even in slumber. She even ventured outside, soaring above the rooftops of the city, the world spread out beneath her like a glittering map. It was exhilarating, terrifying, and utterly addictive.
What Elena didn't know was that she was being watched. An unseen presence, an entity of immense age and malevolence, had sensed her burgeoning power. It was an old man, trapped in the spectral realm, his own life force long extinguished. He craved a physical vessel, a way back to the world of the living.
He observed Elena’s projections, studying her technique, waiting for the opportune moment. He knew that during these out-of-body experiences, her physical form was vulnerable, a vacant shell waiting to be occupied.
The day came during another yoga session. Elena, more confident now, projected further than ever before, exploring the ethereal planes. Meanwhile, the old man’s spirit, a wispy tendril of darkness, slipped into her unguarded body.
The sensation was jarring. Elena’s astral form snapped back, but it was too late. She was locked out, a prisoner of her own making. Her consciousness beat against the walls of her former body, now occupied by the ancient, malevolent spirit. He had taken over.
He felt the lingering echoes of Elena’s mind, her memories, her emotions. He saw Daniel, her son, and a cruel smile twisted his lips. He had access to everything, even her knowledge of the stock market, which he used to amass a fortune far beyond anything Elena had ever dreamed of.
Elena’s mind was trapped, a silent observer within her own skull. She watched in horror as this imposter, wearing her face, her body, interacted with Daniel, feigning maternal affection. She tried to scream, to move, to alert someone to the horrifying truth, but she was powerless. She was a ghost in her own life.
The old man, now living as Elena, thrived. He was more ruthless, more cunning, more successful than Elena had ever been. He even started dating again, attracting the attention of younger women, a twisted echo of Mark’s betrayal. Elena’s prison was complete. She was not only robbed of her life but forced to witness her stolen identity being used to perpetuate the very pain she had tried to escape. Her astral projection, her escape, had become her ultimate torment. The lavender and sandalwood scent in the yoga studio now masked the stench of a stolen life.
Ol mans projection:
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Taking the mature mom body
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Adapt as the mom
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