Bad influence

"You won't play with Danny anymore!" My Dad shouted at me.
"But dad why??"
"He's a bad kid, He has a bad influence on you! Enough!"
I went into my room crying.
Danny was my best friend, maybe the only one! Why dad can't accept that? I didn't want to lose him.
I think I cried for 2 hours, when someone knocked at the door.

"Who is it?"
"It's me, Grampa"
I opened the door.
My Grama smiled. He was an average man of 65 years old, he lived with us. He sat close to me and then we started talking, he was trying to convince me my dad did the right thing.
I noticed a very brief period when Grampa paused from talking with a blank stare. I had thought maybe He was intensely thinking about something. That gaze appeared so hypnotizing, yet so empty but who knows? And then he start laughing!
"Oh My God! It worked!" he said
I was confused.
"Hey! It's me! Danny!"
"What?"
"Yes I found a body possession spell in a book! I thought was silly stuff! But...IT WORKED!"
I didn't know what to say.
"When you told me your dad wanted you to stay away from me, I thought I could come closer without him noticing! Now...let's play something!"
It has been two weeks since Danny stole my grampa's body and it's totaly handsome! My dad has to do whatever he said...because he's his father! We play all day and his "bad" influence is still here!

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