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You're traveling through another dimension, a
dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind; a
journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are
that of the imagination.
Next stop: THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
- Rod Serling
The Book - A TWILIGHT ZONE story
By Anon Allsop
Mark Faylor had an ongoing vendetta against his sister, he
wanted to dig up dirt on her and make her life miserable at
home with their parents. He thought he found just what he
was looking for, when he uncovered a strange old book
hidden under her bed. Unfortunately for Mark, he's about to
find out what happens, when you snoop around the dark
recesses of... THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
It was around 11:30 am when I started to become bored with
the programs on the TV, since no one was around to stop me
I began to snoop. Both of my parents were at work, and my
older sister had just left for her job at a local theme
park... she would be gone until late in the evening.
It was the start of summer vacation, hot and sticky for
early June. Feeling relatively safe from being discovered I
moved with ease around her belongings, looking for
something that I could use against her in a future
argument.
Her closets proved to be fruitless, unless I wanted to use
the very short skirt hidden behind all of her other items.
"Mom would sure be upset knowing she had that there..." I
decided that I should commit it to memory just in case I
found nothing earth shattering in my search. I bent down
and lifted up the ruffled valance that surrounded her bed,
hidden there, was a wooden box about 24" by 12"... but only
around 8 inches deep. I slid it out and sat next to it on
the floor.
As I pulled the box into the light, I noticed right away
that she had padlocked it. I frowned and studied the small
golden lock for weaknesses, curiosity driving me to greater
heights of deviousness. I was determined to figure out a
way inside the box...
"Okay sis, what ARE you hiding?" I wondered aloud.
I made a quick dash into my own room and returned with a
tiny paperclip, after gently bending it I inserted it into
the small hole. The minutes passed by slowly as I continued
to work the lock, I knew that it couldn't hold me out of
the box for long... no lock had ever kept me away, and this
was no different.
Suddenly the lock sprang open and I worked it from the
latch. "Not bad for a 14 year old." I mused to myself and
laughed.
As I slowly threw back the lid, my eyes were met with
nothing more than a book. "What a rip." I sighed. Then I
noticed a letter folded up in the lid and held there by a
small piece of tape, I pulled it down and slowly opened it
up.
"Amie, thanks for offering to keep the book for us. Just
like Jennifer had said, you only need to bring it with you
when our coven meets on Thursdays. We'll let you know where
our next meeting takes place. Again, thanks for taking care
of it for us."
I raised one eyebrow and continued to read, "...Just
remember, this is a pretty powerful book... in the wrong
hands, it could be dangerous. Thanks again, Kathy."
I lowered the letter and ran my finger across the deep
engraving on its leather cover. "So... my sister is
dabbling with the occult." I smiled slowly, "Oh, this is
going to be so good!"
I slowly opened up the book; its yellowed pages told me
that it was very old. "Looks almost like the book they use
on that show about the three witches..."
I studied the faded ink on the first few pages and randomly
inserted my finger between the pages deeper into the book.
I opened it and studied the very scrolling work, I could
just make out the letters as the old style of script made
it very difficult to decipher.
I found at the top in heavy scrolling letters a very ornate
"S" it was just about the only letter I could make out with
much ease... the others though less bold, were almost
impossible to figure out. I had to take each little
flourish and trace it into my mind until after about 10
minutes I thought I knew what it said.
"Geesch... they made it hard enough to read!" I laughed
then tried to sound out the word that I had just figured
out. "Six? What the heck is that supposed to mean?"
I finally gave up as it was making my head hurt trying to
figure out what it was used for. I marked the page with a
small scrap of paper pulled from Amie's trash, marked the
page and tucked the heavy book under my arm. I left her
room and headed down the steps where I laid it on the
kitchen table. Every once in a while I would glance at it
as I was making my sandwiches for lunch.
I drug a soda from the refrigerator and sat it down next to
a large bag of chips, reaching out, I turned the book so I
could read while I ate. The words were from a strange
language that I couldn't make out... part of it seemed like
Latin, some seemed like German. I slowly sounded out the
little paragraph, at different intervals a small word in
red underlined text would appear. It seemed to be an
important word but as much as I could make out, it was just
a flourished 'six'.
I pushed the book away and closed it so I could finish my
lunch, once done, I quickly returned it to her bedroom.
Carefully laying it down in the box I re-taped the letter
as I found it, locked the lid and gently pushed it back
under the bed where I found it earlier. I stood up and took
my foot, dragging it against the nap of the carpet I
removed the flattened rectangle where the heavy book had
pressed the rug down.
I left the room and smiled to myself smugly as I again
pulled one over on Amie. I trotted down the steps, taking
two at a time and headed out our back door, cutting across
the lawn. I turned down the sidewalk toward the park where
I thought I could hook up with my friends for a quick game
of basketball.
Behind me I heard the low rumble of a car, turning and
looking over my shoulder I saw a sweet yellow Corvette with
bright orange flames painted on its side. I watched as the
driver slowly approached, he was waiving at a small group
of girls and checking them out with rapt interest.
Suddenly, I felt a brief disorientation and nausea. When I
realized that my point of view had changed drastically, now
I was setting behind the wheel of the shiny sports car. I
slowly pulled my hand down in mid wave.
"What's going on here?" I whispered in an astonished voice.
The little group of girls were waiving at me and calling me
by name, it was very surreal. I glanced to my right
quickly, there was a young boy standing near the road, it
was me... or who I had been.
Suddenly again the strange feeling washed over me and I
gave a slight wave to the passing vette. I glanced at my
hand as I had somehow returned to my own body. I felt my
knees grow weak and try to buckle, I eased myself backward
and took a seat on a low rock wall. What I had just
experienced was like nothing I had ever have happen to me
prior to this date, somehow, even for the briefest of
moments I had occupied the body of that man in the car.
That in itself was strange enough, only, I could distinctly
remember the soft steering wheel under my grip. I could
feel the vibration of the motor through my legs, I could
even recall the bounce of the mirrors reflection as the car
rolled along. For that strange split second I WAS that man
in the car, I could still feel that odd feeling in my groin
as I mentally thought about what I would like to do to each
of the girls that I was passing.
Then I remembered how I felt when I passed myself on the
street, I saw no recollection in that young boy's eyes. It
was as though we were two entirely separate people. I
looked down at my tennis shoes, I could still feel the
strange way that the man's sandals fit between my toes and
where the strap wrapped around my back ankle and buckled.
Very strange indeed.
The siren of a speeding police car brought me out of my
thoughts, I slowly stood and began to walk on down the
sidewalk with my hands shoved deeply into my pockets. At
the corner I watched the 'walk, don't walk' sign and
crossed when it flashed that it was okay to do so. On the
other side I passed a small hedge of Mrs. Peterson's house,
she was the young wife of Doctor Peterson, I cut their
grass once each week for twenty dollars.
As I passed their mailbox I glanced inside to see if the
grass needed to be cut again, it would soon need it and I
thought to myself that I should expect a call any day. I
glanced back down the street, when I looked back up I
noticed Mrs. Peterson coming toward me. She was using her
left hand to support her back, she smiled at me as she
waddled closer. Suddenly I felt the strangeness wash over
me again, a momentary feeling of dizziness and I stumbled
only to be caught and uprighted.
"Careful now." The young voice said as the strong hands
steadied my body. I nodded and looked up into the face of
my former body. I felt my knees again try to give, "Come on
Mrs. Peterson, I'll walk you back to the house." He
directed me down their sidewalk and sat me on a porch
swing.
"Th... Thanks." I stammered, still dazed from my sudden
bout with nausea.
He crouched down and looked intently into my eyes, "You
going to be okay? Should I call your husband?" He asked.
My trembling hand wiped the little beads of sweat from my
lip, apparently I somehow was transported into the pregnant
body of Mrs. Peterson. She must be in me, only she isn't
acting any different than I would have been. The boy
quickly ran inside and returned with my cordless phone,
"I'd better call Mr. Peterson. You seem out of it, he would
be concerned if he knew that you were acting so strangely."
I stopped his hand and gently took the phone from him,
"I'll be okay, I just need to sit for awhile." He took a
seat next to me on the swing, "It's probably just the
heat." I said, trying to throw off his seeming concern.
He kept watching me, then he finally spoke, "Why don't you
at least let me get you a glass of ice water? That may
help?" He smiled at me when I nodded. He stood up and
started inside as I laid the phone on a small table next to
the swing. Suddenly the door opened back up, "Mrs.
Peterson, where do you keep your cups?"
"There in the upper right hand shelf, next to the sink."
The words quickly shot from my mouth before I could think.
He nodded and quickly closed the door, again leaving me to
my odd thoughts.
I could feel the weight of Mrs. Peterson's breasts as if
they were my own, the shape and size of the huge swelling
stomach gave me no recourse but to think of the child that
lay quietly within its confines. I felt the infant move
inside, a strange bump formed along its surface from the
knee or elbow. I placed a slender hand on the stretched
surface to still the movement.
One hand I rested upon the rolling surface of my stomach,
the other pulled her stray brown hair, back and over an
ear. I raised up my leg and studied my aching, swollen
ankle.
"How could this happen?" I whispered to myself in a voice
that was now soft and feminine.
I heard the screen door opening, there reappeared the boy I
once was, carrying a tall glass of ice and water. He handed
it to me, the condensation rolled and dripped on my smooth
leg, its icy coolness making me jump with a start. Again a
strange feeling overwhelmed me and I was suddenly
surrounded in a great dark shroud of blackness. Muffled
voices could be heard.
"Where am I?" I wondered again.
One muffled voice asked another, "Are you feeling any
better?"
The other, much louder responded, "Yes, thank you Mark. It
was very kind of you to sit here with me while I was
feeling so strangely."
Again the first voice replied, "No problem Mrs. Peterson."
Suddenly it dawned on me where I was, somehow the strange
feeling had moved me into the body of the infant. I began
to panic and struggle, a great pressure slowly pushed
gently on the surface of my knee.
The familiar loud voice spoke soothingly, "My, my you are
active today!" Then I heard a loud giggle. "Feel the baby
moving inside of me Mark." I felt an odd movement and
another lighter pressure.
Suddenly, I found myself standing before Mrs. Peterson with
my hand applied gently to her tight belly, beneath my hand
a young child was vigorously rolling.
She giggled and let me pull back, "Have you ever felt such
an active baby?"
"No ma'am." I said, then felt my knees slowly give under
me. I quickly threw out my hand to catch myself.
"Are you alright?" She asked, trying to stand up.
"I'm okay. I guess the heat may be getting to me too!" I
gave her an embarrassed smile. "Uh, I'd better be going...
I have something that I need to be doing."
She looked at the yard, "I guess you could come on over
later today or tomorrow and cut the grass. It looks like it
could be using it."
"Sure, I'll do that." I responded, then quickly headed down
her short steps.
"Call before you come, so I can make sure someone's here!"
She shouted to my back as I hurried along her walk.
"No problem!" I called back over my shoulder.
Once back on the sidewalk I paused to catch my breath, my
heart racing like a piston. I closed my eyes and tried to
control my breathing, my hand resting upon my heaving
chest.
"What the heck was that all about?" I gasped as if I had
just run a distance marathon. "How is all that happening?"
I made my way back toward my home, taking a seat on the
rock wall to steady my trembling legs. I buried my face
into my hands and sighed. "What is causing me to jump back
and forth into other people's bodies?"
Then suddenly as if a light was turned on in the blackest
of caves, it came to me. "Oh shit!" I spat the word out in
one long sigh. "The book! It has to be something in the
book!" I dragged my hands back through my curly black hair,
then again buried my face into my hands. "The thing I read,
what was that again? Something about six?" I knew then, I
had to return home as quickly as possible. Mentally, I
began to count the times I had changed. "One, I became the
man in the car. Two, I became a very pregnant Mrs.
Peterson. Three, I was changed into the baby inside her
stomach." I shuddered and sighed out slowly, sounding like
an old steam locomotive. "But... but what if?" My mind
reeled, again I recounted the changes. "One, I became the
man in the vette. Two... I was changed back into me. Three,
Mrs. Peterson. Four, I became her baby. Five, I returned to
being me." I almost fell from my seating position as the
sudden realization of my dilemma occurred to me. "One more
change and... I... I'll most likely be stuck!" My shocked
voice broke into a trembling whisper. "That's why the spell
was named Six!"
Pressing my eyes tightly closed, the fear of changing into
someone else scaring the wits from me. I jumped to my feet,
using the wall I felt my way back into the direction of my
home. "How will I be able to stay in my own form?" I
stumbled over a tuft of grass but held myself up, still
continuing to keep my eyes firmly closed.
"A mirror! That's it!" I gasped, "I'll see my own
reflection in the mirror and it will change me into
myself... my God, this has got to work!" I felt like crying
as I raced along in my self imposed darkness, using the
wall to direct me homeward.
Suddenly, the wall ended and our chain link fence took its
place. "Only about a hundred more feet to go!" I whispered.
"Seventy-five, fifty..." I continued to mentally count down
the distance to the mirror I would use.
A loud beep sounded, the deep 'whump, whump, whump' of a
Harley rumbled in my ear.
"Hey kid!" A booming voice called out. "Where's the road to
take me to the interstate?" I turned and looked down the
street, pointing.
"It's about three or four blocks that way, turn at the
light. That's the street that will take you to the
interstate..." I felt my head turning, it was as if I were
in slow motion... my movement slower than my realization of
what could happen. As my head swiveled, I locked upon the
dark, sexy legs of a young woman riding behind the broad
shouldered man. Her thighs were slender and toned nicely as
she pressed them into the man's hips.
In the most briefest of instants, my gaze drank in her
beautiful young figure. She couldn't have been more than
twenty two or three, her hair was long and a golden yellow.
She was wearing white shorts and a bright yellow bikini top
that just barely held her pert medium sized breasts
confined. The bright colors contrasting her deep tan, as a
thin golden chain surrounded her waist lightly like a
gentle hug.
Her face was quite lovely, full lips sparkling with a
glossy moist shine. Beautiful long lashes looking back at
me, eyes bluer than the ocean. She smiled, her smile was
sexy and pure, brilliant, white and oh so straight.
She had her one hand around the man's waist, dangerously
close to his groin. The other was resting along her own
thigh, her feminine nails gleaming in the bright sun. A
finger on the hand near his crotch was gleaming in the sun,
a radiant sparkle from a ring danced in my eyes. All this
within the blink of an eye, I could feel the strangeness
building from somewhere deep within my being.
"Thanks kid!" The man said as the strange tingling made me
fall against the fence. I caught myself, I could feel the
steel lattice of the fence in my fingertips, then, suddenly
it was gone. Replaced by the smoothness of my hands against
my own thigh, the other was resting against the rough
texture of his denim shorts.
I suddenly turned and looked back as the boy who I had been
stood up and began to walk slowly into the house that I had
once called home. My long braided ponytail dancing behind
the speeding motorcycle.
I looked down at my thighs, the pressure of them against
his hips, strangely erotic. I could feel his semi swollen
member as it rested near my left hand. I pulled it back and
let it lay on my thigh as my other one had been, the glint
of the dazzling diamond drawing my eyes to the seriousness
of my situation.
I brought my hand up before my own face, the diamond and
small band next to it now had my full attention. In the
mirror the man smiled and patted my calf with his hand,
stroking it along the entire surface up to my knee.
I could feel him downshifting as we rolled to the light and
stopped, he braced his huge cycle up with his feet. Next to
us pulled a fiery red classic Mustang, the young man inside
was ogling our way. When the light quickly changed we
turned left, leaving the Mustang still at the light waiting
for his own turn.
"Did you see that?" The man driving the Harley shouted over
his shoulder.
"The man in the Mustang checking out your Harley?" I asked,
my voice light and strangely sexy.
"Yeah right... it wasn't the Harley he was checking out."
He chuckled and reached back behind himself, placing his
fingers firmly between my widely spread thighs and his
back. I swallowed hard and looked down, he was gently
putting a light pressure on my crotch, sending strange
messages throughout my body.
He glanced back at me in his highway mirrors, "That's
alright." He smiled, flashing a sexy boyish grin, one that
made my stomach strangely flutter. "They can look all they
want, but they can't be touching my baby."
His wiggling fingers caused a strange tightness in my
chest, the youthful feminine nipples pressing out on the
shiny surface of the yellow bikini top. I could feel tears
stinging my eyes, as I realized that my body was in tune
with what he was doing to me, strangely wanting him to
continue... to caress me down there, and more.
***
On the long interstate that runs through the countryside,
Mark found himself racing along, leading him in the
direction of only God knows where. Fully realizing that he
would be forever trapped; sealed inside the beautiful form
of the young wife. The road, you may ask? You won't find it
on any map, it can only be found winding through the little
hills and valleys of... THE TWILIGHT ZONE.
The End
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