I'd wanted to kill myself. Nothing messy, of course. I didn't want people to have to clean up pieces of me or anything. That would be awful. No, a poison of some sort or a hanging would probably be best.

I debated the two and chose hanging. It just seemed to fit me better. I set everything up, climbed up on the chair, fit the rope around my neck, and walked off.

Some time later, having waited patiently by my corpse, I found myself watching the manager of my apartment complex cut me down. He was alone, and accidentally dropped me while fumbling to set the knife down with the other hand. Clearly nervous and frightened, he headed out the door, presumably to call the police.

I debated leaving, floating away to do something else, but my morbid curiosity of staring down at myself won out, and I remained.

My body began to twitch, small at first, then more animatedly, flopping around on the floor like a fish out of water. I was sure this wasn't normal. My suspicions were confirmed when my body slowly rose to a sitting position, and looked me in the eyes, right where I was floating.

"Well, well, well. You finally did it, didn't you?" It sneered. "Took even less time than I imagined. I'm glad that I got inside someone so weak."

I couldn't speak. I tried to scream, to yell at him to get out of my body, but nothing came out.

"Cat got your tongue?" it laughed. "No, wait. I do! Did you honestly think those thoughts were your own? I mean, you had a pretty good life. Nothing great, but hey, at least you have a body...well, had a body. And now that it's mine, I think I'm going to enjoy myself. That sweet little thing that sits in the cubicle next to you at work, what was her name? Janet...no, Janice. She's got the day off today, if I'm not mistaken."

It picked up the knife from the floor where the apartment manager had left it, and headed for the door.

"I wonder what her insides feel like..."