Emily woke up with a heavy and aching head. As she slowly opened her eyes, her gaze immediately fixed on the ceiling of a completely unfamiliar room. Confusion enveloped her mind as she struggled to remember what had happened. However, her vision was still blurry, and her consciousness had not fully returned.
The atmosphere around Emily felt so alien. She felt like she was in a place far from her last memory. This situation made her heart race, and anxiety began to creep within her.
“Where am I?” Emily thought to herself, trying to find answers to her bewildering situation.
As Emily lifted her body from the bed, her steps were hesitant on the creaking wooden floor. The room was filled with an ancient aroma, mixed with the smell of dampness and the warmth of old wood exposed to sunlight through a cracked window. The cold air swept across her face, making her more aware of her condition.
Emily looked around, and the old house caught her attention. Its walls were peeling paint and full of cracks. Wild plant roots crept through the gaps, giving the impression that this house had been long abandoned and neglected. Doors with rusty hinges stood wide open, inviting Emily to step further out of the room.
“What happened?” Emily murmured. She was startled to hear her own voice change.
She looked at her different body. Muscular hands, a broad chest, a man’s voice coming from her mouth, and the men’s clothing she was wearing. This situation made her feel confused and anxious. She touched her face and felt the fine hairs growing on her jaw, adding to her shock.
“What happened to me? Oh God. How could this happen? This is not my body,” Emily cried hysterically, tears beginning to flow down her cheeks.
Emily tried hard to remember what had happened last night. She held her head, which still felt heavy and painful, trying to gather the faint pieces of memory. Slowly, her memories began to return like pieces of a puzzle slowly fitting together.
“Oh yes, that old lady and Mr. Daniel. Last night I was at her house, after that Mr. Daniel and I decided to go home. What else happened after that?” Emily murmured, trying to connect her disjointed memories.
“I must find Mr. Daniel now and find out what happened,” Emily murmured with strong determination.
With confusion and anxiety still enveloping her, Emily stepped out of the room.
“Oh God. How could this happen to me?” Tears continued to flow from the corners of her eyes as she carefully stepped across the corridor of the old house.
As she walked cautiously, Emily saw traces of life that once existed there. Decayed chairs greeted her. Large windows presented a view of a yard covered in tall grass. Old trees outside stood tall, dancing noisily in the wind. Sunlight entering through the gaps in the leaves created dancing shadows on the floor.
Emily continued her steps with a pounding heart. The old house felt vast and mysterious, with many rooms she needed to explore. In the silence that enveloped her, she opened one door after another, searching for her boss, Daniel.
“Mr. Daniel! Mr. Daniel!” she called out loudly, hoping her voice would be heard throughout the house. However, only silence filled the air.
Emily entered one of the closed rooms. With a hopeful heart, she opened the door and saw a bed and a broken rocking chair in the corner of the room. But there were no signs of Daniel there. With an increasingly restless heart, she continued her search.
She opened another room’s door. The room was empty, and dim light radiated from the corner of the room, revealing the presence of an old piano hidden there. But there was no Daniel there either. Disappointment and frustration filled her heart, making her even more unsure of what to do next.
“Mr. Daniel!” she called again, with a choked voice, trying to hold back tears that were about to burst.
But the old house only replied with an even deeper silence. Emily felt like she was stranded in a terrifying dream. She kept searching, kept shouting, but no voice answered her. The old house became an endless labyrinth, leading her into deeper despair.
With increasingly halting steps and panting breath, Emily felt panic seeping into every cell of her body. The old house seemed to embrace her tightly, closing off the exit.
Her tired body made Emily feel the need to rest for a moment. She chose to sit on the cold floor, letting her back touch the worn wall that provided a little comfort. Her anxious mind made her confused about what steps to take. In that silence, Emily tried to reflect and think of possible solutions.
“Oh yes, maybe..” Emily fumbled with her body, specifically the man’s body in which Emily’s soul was trapped. She tried to find a small object that might be hidden in the pocket of his pants.
“I found it,” Emily murmured with shining eyes.
Emily felt relieved when she finally found a phone in the man’s pants pocket. Hope seemed to light up in her eyes as she held the phone. She tried to turn it on, hoping to find a signal that would allow her to contact anyone out there. However, the phone screen remained silent. There was no signal, no signs of life in the outside world that could be reached by the small device.
Disappointment and despair began to envelop Emily. “What should I do now?” her cry sounded, breaking the silence that had enveloped the old house.
“In a situation like this, maybe the best thing is to find a way out of this house after I find Mr. Daniel,” Emily murmured with a weak voice. However, she felt too tired to stand at the moment. Her body felt weak, so she decided to sit a little longer.
On the cold floor of the old house, Emily sat in silence. The phone remained unusable, and her tears continued to flow. Despair and confusion increasingly pressed on her, making her feel trapped in a situation she did not understand.
“This phone is completely useless. Sob.. Where is Mr. Daniel? Oh God, why do You punish me like this? Dad, I miss you. I want to go home. But why do I have to be trapped in a man’s body? What actually happened to me?” Emily’s voice was interrupted by sobs.
“I’m also very hungry,” Emily murmured as she held her stomach.
“How could this happen to a bride-to-be who faced a failed engagement like me? Why do I have to experience a broken engagement, be trapped in this old house, and lose my body? What should I do now? Sob…” Sadness and despair overwhelmed Emily; she felt adrift in uncontrollable waves of emotion. She clung to the unfamiliar body tightly and buried her face in her knees as she continued to weep bitterly.
Faintly, Emily heard footsteps approaching. Her heart pounded as she hoped it was Daniel’s footsteps approaching.
“Is that you, Mr. Daniel?” Emily said with a trembling voice, but no voice answered. Only silence enveloped the old room, increasing the confusion and anxiety in Emily’s mind.
“Mr. Daniel,” Emily called once more, but no voice answered her.
Emily felt confusion and anxiety increasingly filling her mind. The footsteps she heard earlier stopped, and there was no more sound.
Did I mishear?
Moments later, the footsteps were heard again. Her heart pounded fiercely, creating a rhythm that blended with the mysterious steps drawing closer.
No, I did not mishear. Those were indeed the footsteps of someone approaching.
Emily’s anxiety and fear escalated. A dark shadow emerged from around the corner of the room, causing Emily’s breath to catch. The shadow revealed itself as someone standing far in front of her now. The figure was still vague, but their steady steps made Emily’s heart race. The figure walked towards the seated Emily. Finally, the shadowy figure became clearer, standing before her, causing Emily’s eyes to widen in utter shock.