Defeated, Sarah and I once again let ourselves into our neighbors’ place.
Sarah and I stood in the middle of Allan and Kathy's living room, feeling lost and uncertain. The silence of the apartment was deafening.
"What now?" Sarah asked, running a hand through Allan's short hair in frustration.
I sighed, sinking onto the couch, "I don't know. I guess we wait for them to come back?"
"And do what in the meantime?" Sarah paced back and forth.
"We could... try to find out more about their lives?" I suggested hesitantly, "Maybe there's something in here that could give us a clue about what happened."
Sarah nodded slowly, "Okay. Yeah, that makes sense."
We started searching the apartment, careful not to disturb things too much. I rifled through drawers while Sarah checked bookshelves and cabinets.
I opened a drawer in the nightstand, my breath catching as I saw a small leather-bound book inside. A diary?
"Sarah," I called softly, "I think I found something."
She came over as I lifted the book out. It felt wrong to invade Kathy's privacy like this, but we were desperate for answers.
I opened to a random page and began to read aloud:
"May 15th - Allan and I tried the ritual again tonight. Still nothing. I'm starting to lose hope that it will ever work. Maybe we're just not meant to switch bodies with anyone. But I can't shake the feeling that if we could just experience life in each other's shoes, even for a day, it would solve so many of our problems..."
I trailed off, looking up at Sarah with wide eyes, "Oh my god."
I looked up at Sarah, my eyes wide with shock. "Oh my god," I repeated, "They were trying to switch bodies with each other."
Sarah snatched the diary from my hands, scanning the pages frantically. "This is insane. They've been attempting some kind of... body swapping ritual? For months, apparently."
I stood up, pacing the room as I tried to process this information, "So they were trying to switch with each other, but somehow... we got caught up in it instead?"
Sarah nodded slowly, still reading.
"It looks like it. There are all these notes about different methods they've tried - meditation, crystals, even some kind of potion," She looked up at me, her expression a mix of disbelief and frustration.
Sarah closed the diary and set it aside with a sigh, "I guess we don't have much choice but to wait for them to come back. In the meantime, maybe we should try to poke around their apartment and try to learn more about their lives - you know, in case we're stuck like this for a while.
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