A Haunting at The Campus Library
Here's another story part of "A Haunting" series for Halloween. A bit longer than the previous ones. Have another two planned I think. Hope you enjoy!
It was another boring night in the campus library. I was just chillin', haunting the stacks like usual. And then I saw him. Again. I'd seen this kid a few times now. Always studying, focused. Always looks so fuckin' miserable. But he's cute, in an adorable dweeb sort of way. Shaggy hair, scrawny, glasses sliding down his nose. I almost feel bad for the kid. Almost.
I sit down next to him. "Yo dude, what's up?" I asked, trying to sound casual. He jumped a mile high and stared at me wide-eyed.
"H-hello?" he stammered out. "Who? What are you?"
"Relax bro," I said, waving my hand dismissively. "Name's Tyler. Tyler Johnson. Well, used to be anyway. Now I'm just a ghost. Ain't it obvious, bro?" I looked him over again, taking in his nervous demeanor. "So, you're Andrew right? What're you doing holed up in this dusty old library every night?"
"Oh um, well I don't have many friends so…this is kind of my only place to study."
"Aww man, that's rough," I said sympathetically. "Well hey, I'm down to hang? I don't got too many friends here either."
"Y-you mean it?" he asked hesitantly. "You'd want to hang out with me?"
"Sure thing bro!" I replied enthusiastically. "Why not? We're both loners here. Might as well stick together, ya know?"
He smiled shyly and nodded. "That would be great actually…"
"Awesome! So tell me more about yourself Andrew. What's your deal?" I asked, leaning back casually against the bookshelf.
I listened as he talked about his career goals. Some bullshit about science and medicine and grad school. I just nodded along, offering whatever encouragement I could.
"Bro, you're like really fuckin' impressive."
"Oh… thanks Tyler. But I'm not that impressive." He looked sad, doubtful, "What about you?"
I laughed ruefully. "Eh, I had my moments. Was a star quarterback back in my day. Had dreams of going pro. But then…" I gestured vaguely at myself. "…this happened. Bitch move by the universe, amirite?" He went to say something, probably to pity me, but I cut him off, "Let's circle back, bro. You're seriously lacking some confidence. 'Not that impressive'? Really bro?"
Andrew blinked owlishly behind his glasses. "W-well I suppose I'm alright at science and math, but that's about it. I'm not very good at anything else..."
"Psshh, dude I can help you with that." I smirked, "Can be like your bro coach or somethin'. How's that sound?"
He perked up immediately, a smile spreading across his face. "Really? That could be nice."
"Hell yeah bro!" I grinned back. "Just leave it to ol' Tyler."
Over the next week, I put my plan into action. Subtle things at first - whispering suggestions to hit the gym as he walked between classes. Buy some protein shakes. Nothing too overt, just little nudges in the right direction.
To my delight, Andrew started responding to the hints. I'd see him guzzling down shakes after class and studying on the elliptical. His posture improved, shoulders back, chin up. A new swagger to his step. Even caught him taking a progress pic.
One evening, I found him at the library again, looking energized. "Hey bro!" I greeted. "How's it hanging? You're looking pumped!"
He flexed experimentally. "I dunno, I guess I am feeling stronger lately." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Although, I did miss a lab report deadline yesterday. My grades are starting to slip a bit too." Guess I've been spending so much time at the gym, I haven't studied enough."
I waved off his concerns. "Nah bro, that's normal when you start a new routine. It'll get better."
Andrew hesitated. "Are you sure? I really want to do well in school…"
"Absolutely bro!" I assured him.
He considered this for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Okay…if you say so Tyler. I trust you."
I decided to kick it up a notch. Appearing in his room while he slept, I'd gently influence his dreams. In dream-visions, he saw himself as a strapping quarterback. Calling plays. Tossing touchdown passes. Adoring fans chanting his name. He reveled in that fantasy life while asleep. And when he awoke? He'd go to the gym- weight lifting replacing cardio. He'd be more assertive too. But none of it was permanent yet. I didn't dare rush things. I could still see his uncertainty. Even a little bit of fear as he looked at his improved physique in the mirror.
"Hey Tyler," Andrew greeted me nervously as he approached my usual haunt near the periodicals section. "Do you have a minute?"
"For you bro? Always!" I grinned, sensing his unease.
"Thanks. I uh, I wanted to talk to you about some weird stuff happening lately…" He trailed off uncertainly. "Like these vivid dreams I keep having. About playing football. It doesn't make sense..."
I kept my expression neutral. "Oh yeah? That's wild bro. Just dreams though, right?"
He shook his head. "No, they feel so real. Like I'm living someone else's life. And then I wake up feeling different. More confident. Wanting to work out more. It's strange…"
I shrugged nonchalantly. "Sounds like your subconscious is just exploring new possibilities, bro. No need to stress about it."
He managed a weak smile. "Right. Thanks Tyler. I appreciate your advice."
"No prob bro! I'm always here if you need me." I gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze. "Now why don't you hit the books for a bit?"
As he walked away, I watched him thoughtfully. The kid was definitely changing, but he wasn't fully on board yet. Time to kick things up a notch…
Days turned into weeks. I pulled back on the haunting, letting Andrew struggle on his own. Sure, his grades improved. But, he stopped going to the gym as regularly. That newfound confidence drained away. He looked haggard, exhausted. Exactly as planned.
Finally, he came to me again, desperation written all over his face. "Tyler, something's wrong. Everything I worked for is falling apart. I feel lost…"
I gave him a sympathetic look. "Fuck bro... I mean, I might have a solution."
His eyes lit up hopefully. "You do? What is it?"
I stepped closer, looming over him. "Let me in, bro."
Andrew recoiled slightly. "Wh-what do you mean?"
"Let me take control for a while. Get you back on track." My eyes gleamed eagerly.
"You mean like, share my body?" He sounded wary.
"That's right. Just for a bit." I said smoothly, "To get you back to where you were before you started regressing."
He wavered, "I don't know…"
"C'mon bro, what's the harm?" I pushed.
He considered it, "Okay, okay… but only to get me back where I was. I don't want to…"
"Of course bro, whatever you want." I lied easily. "Trust me, this'll fix everything."
He took a deep breath. "Alright Tyler. I trust you."
My spirit surged into Andrew's body, filling every inch of him. It felt incredible. His mind resisted at first, but I overwhelmed his consciousness effortlessly. I opened his eyes, stretched his limbs. Felt his pulse racing beneath my skin. This was better than I ever imagined! I strode purposefully towards the gym, relishing the weight of Andrew's muscles. Time to get this bro back in shape. And then some…
For three glorious days, I lived as Andrew. Lifted heavier. Ran faster. Jumped higher. By the third morning, his chest bulged outward. Abs popped. Ass filled out and tightened. Hell, I might've been enjoying it a lil too much…
But my power started fading fast. I was sent back into the ethereal realm, weaker than before. Exhausted but satisfied by my handiwork nonetheless. Andrew woke up changed, but confused. No longer needing those pesky specs. Vision crystal clear, sharp as an eagle's. Looked in the mirror - damn, was that still his reflection? The jawline. The arch of the brow. All the handsome features of yours truly.
I watched as Andrew flexed in disbelief, arm shaking slightly with exhaustion and awe as his bicep rose. He should've been fuckin' grateful. But his face cycled through expressions - shock giving way to lingering terror.
The poor dweeb looked shellshocked. Drowning in newfound masculine intensity that he couldn't understand or control. And let's just say that new body of his was… hungry for more.
I hung back, regaining my energy, spectating as Andrew tried to return to his old ways. Watched him trudge to class, shoulders hunched against the weight of his new self. Noticed how his eyes lingered longingly on the path to the gym. How he squirmed in his seat, muscles twitching, screaming for release.
Poor bastard had no idea what I'd set in motion. That primal urge to pump iron, to test limits, to dominate. It was in his blood now. I could practically smell the testosterone radiating off him. He lasted three days tops before he started skipping lectures and blowing off study groups to spend time in the gym. Would marvel at his physique in the mirror, getting drunk off his own musk. Would've been sexier if he didn't look horrified the whole time. But that would change.
I crept into Andrew's dorm room, loomed over his slumbering form. Leaned down real close, lips brushing his ear.
"You got this bro," I whispered huskily. "Apply for the football team tomorrow. It's your destiny. Just follow your gut, ya feel me?"
He stirred, murmuring in his sleep. Hands clenched, flexed. Legs shifting restlessly under the sheets like he was already out on the field. Next mornin', wouldn't you know it - I float over to practice to find my protege out there throwing spirals like a pro. Coaches gawking in amazement at this total newbie absolutely schooling their veterans. Showing off his talent. My talent.
I was chilling in my usual spot, haunting the library stacks, when I heard that familiar shuffling approach. Turned to see Andrew stalking toward me, fists clenched, a determination I'd never seen before on the lil dweeb. Holy hell, I had done good with this kid.
"There you are, dude," he growled, "We need to talk, bro."
I smirked, leaning back casually. "Shoot, man. Whatcha got?"
Andrew jabbed a finger at me accusingly. "This, dude. These…gains. The constant craving to train. And now, I'm failing chemistry! What gives, brah?"
I held up my hands innocently. "Whoa there, bro. Slow down."
"Even my face, man!" He pointed to his reflection in a window. "Look at me. I look more like you now!"
I barked out a laugh. "Dude, that's a compliment! I'm a stud, ain't I?"
"This isn't funny, bro. I didn't ask for all this." He put his head in his hands, "Enough Tyler. I'm done." And he stormed off.
The next day, I tried to pay my favorite human a visit, but I couldn't even get within 10 feet of his dorm room without getting zapped by some invisible barrier. What the fuck, right? Then I spotted it - some creepy old necklace dangling around his neck. Warding symbol carved into the pendant. The sneaky little nerd had gone and researched spirit repellents! I was impressed, honestly. Kid was smart. But also, super annoying.
I waited patiently as the days ticked by, watching Andrew start to get his shit together. Doing better in class and worse on the field. If this kept up... well fuck... I knew I needed to strike when the iron was hot.
And wouldja look at that, luck was on my side. During a particularly brutal tackle drill, Andrew took a hit so hard, the warding necklace went flying clean off. Landed in the grass a few yards away, useless now. And Andrew didn't even give it a second fucking thought. Just went to the locker room to shower off. He hadn't noticed me when I slipped into the stall with him, too busy rinsing sweat and grass stains from his rock-hard physique. I reached out, trailing fingers along his spine, savoring the way his muscles twitched at my touch.
Andrew froze, goosebumps erupting across his skin. I pressed myself against him, palming his chiseled ass. He gasped sharply, cock twitching to attention. My hands roamed his slick body greedily, mapping every ridge and valley. Teasing along his inner thighs, ghosting over his heavy balls. He shuddered, head lolling back as he grasped his own cock, moaning brokenly, hips rocking into his own grip.
"Ahhh…f-fuck…" he panted, chest heaving. "What's happening to me? Why am I so…horny?"
His eyes squeezed shut, lost in a haze of lust. Completely unaware of my presence, too far gone to question the impossible sensations overwhelming him. The new Andrew, still more brawn over brains, succumbed so easily to base instinct. Testosterone-addled and desperate for more stimulation. And I was more than happy to give it. My hands slid around to his front, one wrapping around his throbbing erection while the other tweaked a nipple. Andrew cried out, seeing stars, hips bucking frantically into my phantom grip. So responsive, so desperate for my touch. The perfect plaything. Barely registering the changes my ghostly hands wrought on his trembling horny form. Too caught up in his own lust to care.
And with a final strangled groan, Andrew's cock pulsed and throbbed in my grasp as he came, splattering the shower wall. His knees buckled, the force of his climax nearly bringing him to the ground. Panting heavily, eyes glazed and unfocused, the kid looked half-dead, mind shattered by the intensity. I had reduced him to a brainless sack of meat and hormones. Perfect. On rubbery legs, Andrew staggered out of the shower, still processing the mind-blowing orgasm. He stumbled into the locker room, brain addled, a fucked-stupid grin plastered on his face. Collapsing onto a bench, he gazed up at his reflection in the mirror. And froze.
"Wh-what the actual fuck?" Andrew choked out, staring in abject horror at his own reflection. "No…no way. Oh God, no…"
There, staring back at him, was an exact carbon copy of me. In all my glory. Same chiseled jaw, same piercing eyes, same sexy smirk, same muscular physique. Fuck he even smelled like me now. Only this version was very much alive and breathing. Andrew scrambled to his feet, patting himself down frantically.
"Where is it? Where's the pendant? I need…" He was babbling now, mind reeling, trying desperately to make sense of the impossible sight before him.
But in his weakened, post-orgasmic state, he couldn't think straight. Could barely string two thoughts together. And that's when I struck. I seized control of Andrew's body, effortlessly overriding his feeble attempts at resistance. He was too far gone, too fucked-out to mount any meaningful defense. I felt his mind crumble away, surrendering to my will as I slipped into the driver's seat once more. And this time, I wouldn't be leaving anytime soon.
And since that day? Months have flown by- months since I claimed Andrew's body as my own- remade him in all my glory. And let me tell you, being alive again feels fan-fucking-tastic. I mean, sure, there's a part of me that knows I basically kidnapped this poor schmuck's life. Trapped his consciousness in the backseat of his own skull while I play out my wildest fantasies. But hey, at least I'm generous enough to let him experience alllll the perks, right?
Every earth-shattering orgasm, every euphoric muscle burn, every adoring gaze thrown our way- I make damn sure Andrew gets to feel it all. Front row seat to the Tyler Johnson experience, baby! Who wouldn't kill for that opportunity? Ain't that right, Andrew? Besides, the dork was wasting his potential before. I'm doing him a favor, really. Turning him into a god among men. Yeah, he might not be the one pulling the strings anymore, but he's along for the ride of a lifetime! And hey, if he's gotta be stuck in there, might as well enjoy the show. Because it ain't ending anytime soon.
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