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"The Goji"

It had been a long day at work and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. The full moon hung low in the night sky, few stars being visible in this well lit city I lived within. Before going home, I stopped by a drive thru and grabbed a cheeseburger. I hadn't realized until after I'd left work that I had completely skipped out on a lunch break in order to ensure that I ended up with enough money on my check to pay the rent this month. 
I had finally made it home. I had planned to sit in my car for a few minutes outside my house to eat my burger, but when I saw the white car sitting outside my garage, I got out of my car to investigate. I peered through the window to find nobody was inside. Instead, a light was on inside my house. I ran inside, panicked. Someone had broken into my house.
When I came through the door, I was greeted by a man that was sitting at my kitchen table. The man was middle aged, a little chubby, with a grey beard that lead down to his chest.
"Hello, I'm sorry to have met you like this, but I need your help." he started. There was no way I was about to let him finish, however. How are you going to break into some stranger's house and ask them for help?
"Get out of my house." I demanded, pointing toward the door. "If you don't I will call the police. I have your plates written down." I didn't actually, but I wanted to sound more threatening to him.
"Please," he begged, nearly in tears. "I came here because I heard you had information on the Goji."
The Goji? This was a creature I hadn't heard the name of in years. I hoped he wasn't being pursued by it.
"What do you know about it?" I asked.
"I think a friend of mine might be possessed by one," he started. "I had spent so much time with him, there hardly a day he and I weren't with each other. Lately he's been acting strange, acting like he doesn't know who I am half the time."
"Sir, that could mean anything." I assured him.
"But there was one day I saw him shaving, and in the mirror I saw his eyes turn a solid black color before shifting back to his original blue eyes."
I paused for a moment. The black eyes was a definite sign someone is possessed by a Goji. 
"Is there anything you can tell me about it?" he asked, tears streaming down his face.
I nodded. "The Goji is an ancient evil entity that can possess and control anyone's body, leaving the victim trapped inside until the creature decides it's done with the person. Unfortunately there is no way to lure the creature from the body, nor is there a way to kill it. The creature has to decide for itself when it feels it's necessary to leave. And if you are to try to kill it, it will possess the nearest body they feel is suitable to their liking."
"So there's no known way to get rid of it?" he asked. I shook my head.
My heart nearly stopped when I saw his eyes shift to black. "Good." he said with an evil grin spreading across his face.
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