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A Pretty Possession ? by: Dee Eon
I heard the faint sound again, and quietly groping off my bed in the
pitch black room so as to not wake my new stepbrother Timmy across the
room, who was apparently finally silent in sleep from the fitful little
moans and sobs since the car crash that took his only sibling almost a
year ago when he was five or so.
Timmy's folks claimed that those wailful fits were way better than when
he was sleep-walking after the accident but I doubted that being in the
same room. That was supposed to be fixed soon when they moved me into a
new room since any ten-year-old guy deserved one by himself, but Tim
was ardently against anyone desecrating his sibling's shrine. At first
I felt kind of resentful that his folks adopted me just give him a new
sibling to keep him company, but having never known any myself, I felt
especially sorry yet somehow jealous of his loss and pain.
I padded down the hall and saw a very faint light coming from under the
door of the long vacant girls' bedroom and I wondered whether it was a
burglar. I cracked the door a little heard a very soft human hum as if
to a tune. I peeked further into the dimness and saw by a pink night
light in the corner someone sitting cross-legged on the white carpet at
the foot of the frilly canopy bed.
Who's that??
I didn't know who it was except by the night light's faint glow it was
a girl, maybe five or six, in a dark velvet jumper with long white
billowy sleeves and furled slender white tights with Mary Janes,
humming happily while dressing a Barbie doll. Except for the tip of a
pert nose and cute lips, my angle could barely make out her full
profile under the veil of light wavy tresses roiling down her cheek and
roiling down her back. I sensed she had to be pretty since that was the
impression her dim shadowy figure gave me.
But who was she?? How'd she sneak in? Climbed in the locked second
story window? I cracked open the door a little but it creaked and I
heard a soft gasp and before I could think what to do her head spun at
me and I startled like a deer caught before on-rushing headlights. She
put her finger to her lips;
"Shhhh!!!" she softly sibilate, then quietly waved me inside. "Hurry or
you'll wake them!" she chided softly as a hiss.
Nonplused, I stupidly pointed at myself. "Me??"
"Close the door!!" she harshly whispered, and stupefied and bewildered,
I quietly closed the door.
"Why'd you take so long??" she softly scolded, reaching besides her and
lifting a "Ken" doll towards me.
"Huh?"
"Well, com'on!" she urged, and bemused I let curiosity play along as I
took the doll and knelt before her. The corner night light behind her
illuminated the wispy outlines of her hair eerily like a halo, but it
also cast her face dark as her head eclipsed it so I could only vaguely
make out any features, but you could sense her visage was very comely.
I wished she could turn about or I could hit the light switch.
"Who--Who are you??" I asked.
"Stop fooling, Timmy, okay?? You took long enough to come back!"
"Timmy?? No, I'm Eddie!"
She gave an audible exasperated sigh. "Will you stop playing around,
okay?"
"I'm not playing around! Look at me! Timmy's asleep down the hall. You
can check yourself!"
"Honestly! You know girls don't step into boys' rooms!" she chided as
though even my dare was unseemly and un-catholic, then she made her
Barbie dance to my Ken. "'Kenny, darling, what movie do you want to
take me to??'" she said in a mimicked rich grown-up voice that changed
back to her low whisper. "Well??" she prompted me.
"Huh, oh...I--I don't know. Where'd you like to go?"
"Honestly, Timmy!" she sighed, and proceeded with playing husband and
wife Barbie and Ken out on the town.
This was so weird! Playing Barbie in a girls' room with a strange
little girl! I played along to see what more I could glean. As my eyes
adjusted slightly to the dim, I had the weird impression that she sure
looked a lot like that cute blonde little girl in that TV movie 'The
Sitter', and somehow being before such awesome comeliness greased my
befuddlement into intrigue while playing Ken to her Barbie.
Maybe she's a homeless kid looking for someplace for the night. Naw,
too clean and cheerful. Maybe a guest from next door who wandered in?
Right, climbed the outside trellis two floors to climb in the window!
Gee, I gotta trick her somehow to check her out!
After a while she finally made Barbie stroll off into the fanciful
powder room under the frilly edging of the canopy bed which ended that
game, then she took 'my' Ken and her slender ivory-filmed legs unfurled
as she stood then skipped over to the French dresser and propped him
between two kiddie pageant trophies before the mirror.
My 'Sitter girl' impression wasn't off much at all; standing in the
dim, her slender blonde figure gracing a real dress made for one cute
first grader instead of the skinny shaggy-haired masses in omnipresent
jeans and Reeboks like most kids on the block, yet there were subtle
inflections in her whispery voice and hints in her faint silhouette
that seemed eerily familiar, but somehow I just couldn't place it. Who
the heck was she??
She took out a lacy while veil from a drawer and draped it over her
head and shoulders then returned to twine her puffed silk sleeve in
around my elbow and gently towed me before Ken where she knelt like a
stalled curtsy for a few moments before her head canted up at me. I
felt that I was missing my line.
"Supposed to say you take this wife, silly!" she chided me as though I
were doing this all
along.
"Oh, er--I, I forgot. Er, 'you take this wife?'"
She sighed. "Honestly!"
Suddenly I knew a way. "Er, wait, I know a neat word trick!"
I could almost sense her invisible exasperated pout. "Now??"
"Yea! Er, see, you first gotta spell out your name and then?and then
I'll say something that's a trick. Then we'll play long as you want. Go
ahead."
She sounded quizzical. "Well...okay. 'T-A-M-M-Y.' Well? Go ahead with
the trick!" she prompted, but I was too stunned as a cold rush bristled
the heckles of my neck.
T-A-M-M-Y??
Tammy??
Timmy's dead sister??
I thought she somehow looked familiar--just like in all the family
pictures around the house! I was a budding skeptic about ghosts and
spooks but suddenly I was an official foxhole convert.
O Mother of Shit--!!
I braced to takeoff.
"Timmy, you were teasing again!" she chided as I pedaled back from the
pretty apparition. "Timmy, what's wrong??"
"You--you can't be Tammy!" I blurted. "Tammy's--Tammy's dead! From the
car accident!"
She seemed to recoil at that. "No, I'm not!" she gushed, almost with a
desperate passion.
"It's true! Everybody knows it!"
"That's not true! Why are you saying such terrible things??"
"It's the truth! Who are you??" I jumped up and hit the main light
switch. I winced from the bright overhead, but after a few seconds my
eyes adjusted to the glare to see 'Tammy' in stark relief. She didn't
evaporate like a ghost which relieved me like a wafted dread, but that
wasn't to erase another shock as I peered her face. It took a second
look just to be sure because her alien flaxen tresses and slight makeup
promoted a kind of decoying beauty, but once I looked harder I knew.
Holy Moley!
"T--T--Timmy??"
'Tammy' prettily frowned as though I were spoiling some game or life
role script."No! I'm Tammy!! You're Timmy!"
"You're weird!!" I blurted, hurrying for the door.
"Wait!" 'her' skirt whirled as she blocked the door like a scared
rabbit. "Please don't wake him up! If you wake him, I can't come back!"
I blinked aback. "What you mean, if I wake Timmy??"
"Please! He's still sleeping and dreaming of me. If he wakes I'll go
away!"
"What??"
"Timmy wishes so hard for me to be back I had to come back, but it's
only me here, all alone. Not the both of us playing like we always used
to. Not like we just did after so so long...," she issued with a wail
and a choke, and suddenly I sensed a desperate pain for escape and
finding. I didn't understand anything about psychology or the occult or
reincarnation, but I had the eerie feeling of being pleaded to by a
damsel in distress, and I had to admit that trying to see 'Tammy' as
really being a boy was about the hardest delusion I was trying to keep.
A budding skateboard jockey and Pee Wee football terror, Timmy was no
sissy despite his pale spindly frame and baby face, which only
compounded the incongruous reality of the pretty pleading nymph before
me.
"So, er...Tim doesn't--doesn't know about you?" I asked before those
wide frightened eyes, and some primal intuitive sense said I was
scratching the very delicate shell of a dream at my peril. I could go
ahead and ruin it - or indulge a crazy fantasy.
"Er, look...it's alright, don't cry. I--I'm not gonna tell anybody."
A pretty quivering smile cracked her moist face and I though it was
pretty. "Oh thank you, thank you!!" she effused, hopping up and kissing
my cheek and I blushed because it was exactly like getting pecked by a
pretty little girl.
"Er, welcome...," I paused, shyly looking around the pink frilly room
of a kiddie pageant queen, the pictures of them together at beaches and
church and her pageants. I wondered how much of the real Tammy was
being personified before me; how close brother and sister really were
and how much they rubbed off on another. By the way this 'Tammy' was so
impeccably girl in dress and makeup and manner I'd no doubt that the
real pageant princess Tammy either let Timmy watch or maybe even taught
him to help her dress and groom with makeup and play wigs and all, and
that wasn't such a stretch since they obviously played dolls together
at least, real, real seriously.
"Er, look--'Tammy'? Uh, they want to move me into this room after they
take all Tammy's--er, your stuff out--" I began to her suddenly
despairing look "--but, I'll ask Timmy if he wants this room instead,
would that be okay??"
Her eyes nova'ed with surprise and delight.
"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!!!" she squealed frightfully loud
as her velvet figure lunged to wrap her arms around my neck and pelt my
face with little kisses before recomposing. I had to chuckle. I wasn't
sure whether Timmy was psycho or possessed, but I sure liked Tammy's
cuter prettier difference, and I wanted to do anything to keep this
little blonde pixie's existence. I turned out the main light in case
her hopping jubilation woke up the adults down the hall.
"Yea...well, I'll ask my folks to store all your stuff in the attic,
then when you're--around, we can kinda make you a new room in secret,
you know?"
Tears ran her satiny cheeks. "You're so awesome, Timmy! I'll love you
forever!"
"Er--yea, I'm--Timmy....," I said, sensing the weird new role I had to
play to keep the fragile fabric of a walking dream. "Er, maybe I ought
go now."
"Oh, not yet, please! A little longer. please! It's been so long since
we played together, please??" she pleaded, gripping my hand as she took
a deep cute curtsy before me, pretty feathery lashed eyes cast up at
me. Enchanted, I had to grin as the dewy junior high jock in me felt
the faint twinges of a weird but sweet and stirring titillation that
felt at once delightful and damning.
Gee, what's she gonna look like when she's ten too??
My smile let my new secret sister twine our elbows again and marched
before Ken.
Timmy skipped downstairs so hard to breakfast that my new Mom and I
thought he was rolling down them. "Man, I don't know why but I feel so
awesome forever!!" he roared, thudding on a table chair.
"I see!" mom said, pleased and puzzled and tousling his dark shaggy
locks if affirming his reality. "We peeked in just before sun up and
you were sleeping like a lamb for the first time since--since I could
remember. What happened?"
"Sweet dreams??" I quipped with a grin behind orange juice.
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