Spirit Realm

In the Style of Jewish Folk Tales (Eastern European Shtetl, 18th Century)

In Chelm lived a dybbuk so absent-minded, he forgot which soul he was meant to possess. So he wandered the town, very confused and kind-hearted, trying to help with this spiritual mess. He'd slip into the baker at sunrise each morning, making the challah extra fluffy and sweet. Then pop out bewildered: "Wait, that's not right! I'm supposed to make mischief, not bread that's a treat!" He'd flutter into the rabbi while teaching, making his sermons surprisingly funny. "Oy vey!" he'd exclaim, "This isn't possession— I'm just making everyone's Thursday less crummy!" Finally the townspeople called out together: "Dear dybbuk, you're welcome to stay as you are! You've forgotten to haunt us, but learned how to help us— perhaps the best spirits are those who don't scare!" The dybbuk just chuckled and settled right in: "Who knew that possession could feel like a gift? I came here to trouble your souls with my presence, but found that your joy made my own spirit lift!"