The Passenger by Jason McIlrath
You can see. You can hear. You can feel.
But you can't stop what your body does.
From the very first stolen smile at a funeral, one man realizes he's no longer in control of himself. Something else is there-inside him, behind his eyes-moving his hands, speaking with his mouth, laughing with his teeth. At first, the slips are small, deniable. A twitch. A lie. A kiss. But soon the invader grows bolder, steering him into violence, betrayal, and unspeakable acts while he remains a helpless passenger in his own body.
Told in a claustrophobic first-person stream of consciousness, The Passenger drags the reader into the suffocating horror of possession-not from the outside, but from within. As the story builds, the narration fractures into two voices: the desperate host clinging to his identity and the invader mocking him, drowning him, replacing him. By the final chapters, only one voice remains.
Visceral, intimate, and terrifying, The Passenger is a descent into the loss of autonomy and the annihilation of self. A novel that asks the most chilling question of all:
What if your worst enemy wears your skin?