I eyes open. I sit up looking around my room but then I realize this isn't my bed, clothes or house. Where am I?! I thought to myself. I look at my hand. It's not my hand. It's the hand of a man. My eyes widen as I look at the rest of my body. I'm inside someone else's body. I sit there trying to take it all in. Out of nowhere the phone starts ringing. My head turns to the side as I stare at the phone. I slowly get out of bed and walk to the phone. I grasp the handle and put the phone up to my mouth. "H-hello?" I say softly. The sound of my voice startled me. "Mr. Rogers it is 10:03. Where are you?!" a young woman said into the microphone. Wait, what am I late for? Who is she? Who am I? I thought as I begin to panic. "Uh, I'm sorry, could you remind me what I'm late for?" I ask scared of the answer. "You are late for Mrs. Shawl's meeting on the company's finance management project! Get heere now!" yelled the young women. Then she hung up. Ok... I don't know who I am, I don't know what shes talking about, wait where do I even go?! I thought. "Ok, lets calm down and think rationally about this. There has to be something around uh Mr. Rogers house about his job." I said to myself. I start to walk towards the bedroom drawer and poke my head out. The hallway is illuminated with the light of the morning sun. I walk slowly down the hallway not used to my added weight. I continue until I reach the end of the hallway and peered into the next room, which happened to be this man's kitchen. As I looked around the kitchen I spot a stack of paper with the title of Finance Meeting. I begin to walk over when but stopped because I heard a knock on the front door. I look at the door and ignore the knock not knowing who it would be since I'm in someone else's body. I flip through the papers trying to at least get a concept on the job he does. Then I hear a knock on the door again, It's a bit harsher than last time. I look at the door then back at the papers ignoring the person again. The same person knocks on the door again. What could they possibly need this man for?! I think to myself. I walk to the door unlock it and crack it open. I man is standing there in all black. "Uh do you need something?" I ask. He walks closer but doesn't respond. "Um, sir can you please tell me why you're here?" I question beginning to get nervous. He steps forward a shoves the door open as I fall to the floor. I look up at the man, he's standing in the doorway. "W-who the hell are y-you?!" I yell trying to sound intimidating failing miserably as I sutter saying the whole sentence in a quiet yell. The guy in black lunged towards me, I felt a sudden burst of pain pulse through my body. I collapse to the ground. The taste of iron fills my mouth. I looked down and saw a pool of blood and a knife sticking out of my torso. I try to stand but I fail falling back to the  ground. My gaze turns towards the man, he has a wide toothy grin, his face covered it what I can only assume is my blood. My vision is getting blurry. "W-why...." I say quietly. He walks up towards me, puts his foot on the handle of the knife and pushes down. My eyes widen as I cough up a large amount of blood. Why....me... is my last thought.

So I've started this new book. Yay! I got the idea from this horror prompt I read. It sounded interesting soooooo heere we are now. (Only musical fans will get the "heere" pun.) I hope u enjoyed this even tho it's bad! Please comment on how I can improve my writing! Plz vote too. Baiiiii

-Ash