You saw what appeared to be the image of a simple shirt and pants outfit stuffed deeper in the pile of last-year costumes. You remove some of the boxes on top and pull out the one that caught your eyes. The picture did not depict much, except that the clothing appeared to have two neck-holes. The seal was broken, so you decided to pull out the costume for a closer look. The costume itself appeared to be just as the picture displayed: a simple t-shirt, a pair of jeans, and a belt. The shirt itself, had two neck-holes with words embroidered on the front reading, 'Two heads are better than one.' You frowned at the costume, "This looks lame. No wonder no one bought it."
Before stuffing the clothes back in the box, you accidentally kicked it. The box fell over, and a head tumbled out. For a brief moment, panic filled your veins, but you quickly realized that it was some kind of mannequin or dummy head. You picked up the fake head to take a better look. It was clearly plastic. The head seemed to depict a 20 something year old, roughly your age, but with blonde hair and blue eyes. You carefully set the head back down and looked back inside the box. There looked to be some padding and straps that would allow you to attach the head to either shoulder.
You tilted your head from the left to the right, trying to make a decision about the costume. "You know what, I am desperate for a costume. Its only a dollar and might get some laughs at the party." With your mind made up, you stuff everything back into the box, make the purchase, and quickly leave for home.
When you returned home and entered the privacy of your bedroom, you decided to try on the costume for yourself, and see exactly why it was on clearance. You quickly undressed, leaving the clothes you were just wearing on the floor. From the box, you layout your new costume on your bed. Using the straps, you manage to secure the mannequin head to your left shoulder. You glance into the mirror by your bed and let out a laugh. "This looks ridiculous." The mannequin head was clearly and awkwardly displaced to your left. "Oh well, it was just a dollar." You finish wrestling on the rest of the costume, taking care when putting on the two neck-holed shirt. Finally you fasten the belt around your waist and walk back to your bedroom mirror. "Well buddy..." you pretend to speak to your second head. "Don't we look stylish?"
A moment later, an involuntary shudder ran the length of your spine. You stumbled as a result. You would have been able to catch yourself before falling, but your left leg did not respond. It, and your left arm, instead spasmed for a second. You quickly found yourself on the floor on your back. Confused, you shake your head and gaze around the room for the cause. You called out, but no one answered. You were alone in the house.
You tried sit up, but the left side of your body began to spasm more frequently. You quickly lost sensation and control completely, but you did not have time to panic about the situation. Darkness began to close in around your vision, drawing you unconscious. The last you knew before being knocked out was a numbing sensation crossing your body.
The shaking of your right shoulder began to bring your out of whatever put you asleep. A voice mumbled to you, but you could not make out any of the words. Slowly you blink your eyes open. "Ugh..." was the only thing you could say as you wiped the grogginess from your eyes.
"That's it, rise and shine sleeping beauty. We've got uh... important things to talk about. We're kind of in an interesting predicament." You heard a guy's voice, directly to your left, say. You turn towards the sound of the voice and are surprised to see another guy's head with an awkward smile plastered on his face. You shutter and initially try to lean away, but his face remained the same distance, the same close distance.
"Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my room?" You question as his presence quickly waking you. This stranger seemed somewhat familiar, but you could not place his face.
"I'm Danny. But I think we have bigger problems then me being in your room. Or maybe not... I guess its technically our room." Danny introduced himself.
"What? Our room?" You craned your neck. "Holy shit! Your head is on my shoulder!?"