The Puppeteer

He had taken control of my mind. My body moved of its own accord as I watched helplessly. I grabbed a knife and walked out of my front door, moving robotically down the street, the whole time struggling to stop. I saw myself, as if through a haze, enter the man’s home. The lights in the living room were on and I realized what He intended. I was going to kill someone. I tried to call out as I walked in and brought the knife down. I saw the puppeteer laughing madly from the corner of my eye.