Conjoined step-daughter

You sit alone at home and sigh. It’d been a few months since your wife died and your step-daughter moved to college. You spent many days like this, alone. You had spent many years as the father of your non-biological daughter and created a strong connection but as time went on her calls became more sparse. You decide to go into the attic to take your mind off things and you stumble upon a box of old things, ancient looking things. Inside the box you find something resembling a monkey‘s paw. you thought the sight was novel and jokingly, you say aloud:

”I wish me and my daughter could be closer…”

Suddenly the world swirls around you as your vision blurs and you pass out, the paw curling a finger in your sleep

You wake up sometime later in a small dimly lit room. Your body feels strange and smaller, and you can only control your left side. There’s a weird weight attached to your shoulder. The weight begins to move and talk:

“W-wuh,” you recognize your step-daughter’s voice as a sudden feeling of dread grows inside you, “what’s- happening...?” her voice is shaky and caked in fear

You look down and see only your step-daughter‘s body, wrapped in a tank top and leggings, partly controlled by you. With a horrific feeling you look into the nearby mirror and realize you’re a second head on your step-daughter‘s body. You’re conjoined

immediately her screech fills your ear