Coming soon: The WALRUS Chronicles. Upcoming series in the paranormal/supernatural. Be on the lookout!
I am not a body snatcher. A body snatcher invades you, takes you over without leaving you anything of yourself. I am not a skinwalker. A skinwalker is someone who can take animal form or vice versa. I remain human though in a different skin in my ability. I become you. I still know I’m me, but I know everything about being you as well. Eventually you come to realize I’m with you. I’m real. Sometimes you can’t handle it. Sometimes you accept it. I’ve had some try to kill themselves rather than acknowledge my presence. It was just too much. I don’t make you do anything against your will. I feel your hunger, your pain, your compassion, your lust, your greed, all of it. You feel mine. We become each other. I see your face in the mirror and you see mine. I can become any other race, gender, orientation, religion, class or whatever.
About two years ago, I realized I was not the only one of my kind. I found three other women like me. It took a while for us to come together, each believing we were the only one and no one else would believe us even if we told them. Trust me. Four healthy black women do not want to end up in the nuthouse. Yes all four of us are black women. Coincidentally, we all share the same two-week period every four months in which we do not shift. We have no control over the shifting or to whom we will shift.
Hope was the first one I met. Then there was Faith. The last to join us was Charity. Oh yeah. My name is Grace.
When we finally got together, we formed a small support group where we talked about who we had been in the past month. We had no idea what we were or why we were chosen for this particular task. We thought of calling ourselves shifters, but we ruled that out. It sounded too Stephen King. It hit us one day while we listened to some old music. John Lennon has already said it for us: I am he as you are he… and well you know the rest. At that moment, we knew what we were.
We are the Walrus.
These are our stories.
