Hayden's POV

"Get up Hayden, it's moving day!"

My head shot up. My mom was standing over me, with a sad smile on her face.

Sadness quickly filled me. All of my friends I was going to leave behind.  My face formed a tight line, instead of a frown.

I got out of bed and got ready. I took a few last looks at rooms in my house. After a while, the moving van came. I knew I wasn't going to be staying much longer.

I walked in my room. Where all of the of the furniture used to be, was now empty. I savored the moments of my room, because I knew it wouldn't last forever.

"Hayden!" Mom called. "Time to leave!"

My shoulders slumped. I took one last look at the room, and then departed it. Our car was out waiting for me. I opened the door and got in the car. We drove away, and I didn't look back.

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I walked into our new house. It was nice, but I still think my old one is better. I looked around a bit. There was a kitchen, a living room, and a set of stairs.

I proceeded up them, and saw that the second floor held a few rooms. A bathroom, and a few bedrooms. The smallest bedroom would probably be mine.

I heard footsteps, and turned around to a mover. The mover set down a box labeled, Hayden Brown. That must be my stuff! I quickly grabbed it and ran to my room.

I shut the door behind me and opened my box. There was some toiletries, such as a hairbrush and a toothbrush. I threw that aside. My door opened and two movers came in with my bed.

I moved myself and my stuff out of the way so the movers could place my bed down. I continued to unpack as movers moved stuff in my room. At the very bottom of my box was my drawings.

I take big pride in them, I have a talent  for drawing. I hung them on my walls one by one. As I did so, I noticed that the movers stopped coming in. I unloaded my last drawing, the drawing I take the most pride in.

It was a drawing of Steve fighting Herobrine. This drawing was my best Minecraft drawing. I stood back and admired it.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my drawing and ripped the Steve part off. Where did that hand come from? I'm the only person in the room. It couldn't have been me, could it have...?

I tried to look down at my hand, but I couldn't. In fact, I couldn't move at all. What is happening to me? I stood up. But I didn't do that. Who did?

My body moved around. I helplessly watched as I walked over to the mirror. I wasn't normal. I was being controlled by something. Or someone.

I looked at my face in the mirror. My face was curled in a smirk, and my eyes. I tried to scream. I couldn't.

My eyes glowed white. I was possessed by a spirit. And it wasn't good. I was controlled, and all I could do is watch like it was a movie. But I can't move. Or talk. Or breathe. The evil spirit is in complete control of me.

"Ah, life is good," the evil spirit said. "And now I will be able to get my revenge very, very soon."

He laughed, a evil laugh. Revenge? On who? Is he going to use my body to kill someone?

My body walked over to my dresser and picked up my sunglasses and put them on.

I needed to fight for my body. It's mine. With all of my might, I tried to move my arm. For a second, I felt myself gain control. My arm moved up a inch, and then it went back down. I lost control.

"Stop it," I heard the evil spirit said. "Or you're going to get it."

I tried to scream, "Never! This is my body!" Only nev came out. I forced my arm up, and knocked off the sunglasses. The evil spirit took control of me once again.

I fought. I saw myself in the mirror. My eyes flickered hazel, and then turned white again.

The evil spirit then gave me a surge of pain. Huge pain. He took control of me, and this time I couldn't fight back.

He laughed. "You can never overpower me," he said. "Your efforts are useless."

He picked up the sunglasses and put them on.

He smirked. "You are mine now, Hayden Brown."

I felt despair.

Somebody. Help.