Found another one. It could probably use a revision, but here it is anyway.
Catch you on the flip side.
"Possession"
Paul Little, who was neither little nor easily scared, was at that moment utterly petrified. He had been showering when the lights suddenly extinguished and it appeared. The transparent apparition hovering over his head would be invisible if not for the ripples of silver that shone intermittently on its undulating form. It stayed there above him, without menace, without benevolence. It was just there.
"Hello?" Paul said, tentative.
There was no reply.
The apparition was small compared to Paul, but it changed shape constantly. It inched closer.
"What do you want? Say something!" He grew frantic.
The shapeless entity coalesced into an orb of blinding light, swirled in a tight radius, and swooped down towards Paul's head. The orb diffused through his skin, temporarily lighting up his face as if a light bulb was lit inside his mouth. His skin turned a pale translucent pink and white light emanated from his eyes, nose, and mouth. Then it shut off like a switch and the room was shrouded in darkness.
Paul, or Paul's body rather, started to move. It stared at its own body, flexed its muscles, and took a careful first step out of the shower. It wiped the condensation from the mirror, stared at its reflection, a hand touching his face as if noticing it for the first time. Paul was still there, a soul if there's such a thing, a consciousness, though he had no control of his body. He was a spectator. As his body dried off, dressed, and walked out of his house, he tried to speak, but his lips did not move. He screamed, but there was no sound.
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