Can't break free - Part 2

The morning sun peeked through the gaps of the curtain, illuminating the dusty corners of Celine's room. The rows of dolls began to sparkle in the dawn’s light, but for the real Celine, trapped inside the old doll, it felt like an eternity had passed since that surreal evening. She was terrified at the notion of a day, or perhaps many days, as a mere observer, unable to influence or communicate with the world.

Her possessed body awoke, stretching languorously in bed, the sheets crumpling around it. It looked around, its gaze resting momentarily on the doll with a smirk. It seemed to relish the power dynamic, the shift that had taken place. “Ah, much better,” Celine’s stolen body said. “I needed that. It’s been a while since I’ve actually slept. Being a doll for all those decades really puts a toll on you. It’s unfortunate that you’ll have to suffer the way I did, dear granddaughter.”

“You’re my grandmother? You’re Nana Pam?” Celine tried to say.

The body thief seemed to hear her. “Yes, dear,” she answered. “Don’t worry, I won’t let your life go to waste. You were in an unfortunate position as my potential vessel, and now that the time’s come, I was able to seal myself. Such youth – I’m glad that I wasn’t able to take over your mother’s body.”

“Wait, but why us? Why do this to us?”

Her grandmother shrugged. “It could have been anyone, but it’s better to choose blood relatives. The power of magic is strong in our bloodline. If I chose any body, I risked losing my magical abilities.” She snapped her fingers, and a bright burst of white light filled the room. “My … such a powerful body. God, this is going to be so wonderful. The things I could do with this beauty and power!”

The possessed Celine hummed tunes from a bygone era, waltzing around the room while she took in her surroundings.  Deep down, the weight of this revelation bore heavily on Celine's porcelain heart. Her grandmother, someone she had looked up to in her mother’s childhood tales, was trying to rob her of her life. 

“Well, I’d better go ahead and explore my daughter’s home,” the grandmother said. “I’ll let you stay in here. Enjoy consciousness while you can for now.” The grandmother let out a sigh. “I’m sorry again, dear, but it had to be done. The path to immortality is filled with evil intentions, but being dead is so boring.” She blew Celine a kiss. “See you later.” The room grew dark, and the real Celine, trapped in the doll, was once again left to her thoughts, a mix of horror and hopelessness, while the spirit of Pam enjoyed her stolen youth.