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Don't Talk to Strangers
By Champina
Mother is the name for God on the lips and hearts of all children.
-Eric Draven "The Crow"
"Damn," cursed Frank as he entered the apartment he shares with his
girlfriend. 'Why must the phone always be ringing when one just get into
the door.' He pondered sourly. He quickly made his way the phone banging
his knee on the end table in his mad rush to get it before it stopped
ringing.
"Hello," he answered as he picked up the receiver. "Frank and
Kendra's place," as he sat down. He found himself looking into the room
that carried the fanciful title of den but in reality was nothing but a
room for their computer and books.
"Hi sweetie," came a voice that had a heavy menacing air about it.
"Please do not hang up the phone, I want to talk to you" the voice
continued. Frank figured it to be a prank call and wanted to put the
phone down. But no matter how hard he tried to he couldn't move it from
his head to the phone rest.
"Who the hell are you?" he shouted angrily into the headset. His
anger at not being able to hang up the phone, found an outlet through
yelling at the prankster.
"Now sweetie that is no way a young lady should be talking," said
the voice again. "You remember the last time you used such language and
your mother washed your mouth out with soap." Suddenly in Frank's mind
came the image of Kendra pushing a bar of soap into his mouth for using
such language. That is one thing he never wanted to happen again.
"I am sorry," Frank replied politely, deciding being nice is better
then yelling. As he was saying this it seemed that his voice sounded
meeker and higher pitched. But before he could think on it some more, the
voice was back talking to him.
"That sounds like a proper young lady there. So sweetie what is
your name?" asked the voice. Frank wanted to say his name but soon he was
remembering a conversation a week ago with Kendra. They were discussing
names of children if they ever got married and had them. Kendra had said
that she would go along with any boy name as long as she got to name any
daughter. And so it was that the first name on the Kendra's daughter list
came to Frank's lips. "Kaylee" was Frank's reply in even a higher pitched
voice.
"What a beautiful name, Kaylee," said the voice. "What grade of
school are you in?"
"I am not in any school," Kaylee replied. "I work for an accounting
form." Kaylee was certain that voice had indeed had gotten higher. This
guy must think I am a girl with the way my voice is sounding.
"You wouldn't be lying Kaylee? You sound a little too young to be
having a job in the adult world," inquired the voice. "Why don't I have
you prove to me that you are indeed an accountant? What is 4x3 Kaylee?
This took Kaylee by surprise. He couldn't believe the voice thought
he was lying. Oh well that was a simple one and the answer would be?. He
realized he couldn't think of it or even how to figure it out. Now
wanting to look the idiot, he blurted out, "Ten."
"Sorry Kaylee that is wrong, the answer is 12," the voice came
back. "How about this one what is 34-16?" Kaylee started frantically
trying to figure it out, even counting on his fingers and toes, when the
voice broke his train of thought. "Kaylee it is quite obvious that you
don't have the skill to be an accountant. But maybe you are a better
speller than you are at math? How do you spell wheat?
"Um, let me think here," came back Kaylee's reply. "That would be
WHEET, right?"
"I am sorry again sweetie. But wheat is spelled WHEAT not WHEET.
Now I know you are not an accountant let alone an educated adult. Why
don't you look in your backpack and tell me if there is anything in there
that tells you what grade, you are in? And remember to come back to the
phone when you are done looking." asked the voice.
Looking in the direction where he had dropped his briefcase. Kaylee
saw instead a pink Barbie backpack. He walked over to it, sat down,
opened it and spilled the contents onto the floor. Amongst the coloring
books, crayons and such were work books for the second grade. "I must be
in the second grade," was all Kaylee said dumbfounded. He got up and went
back and sat down on the couch. Picking up the phone, he said in a
nervous tone, "I think I am in the 2nd grade."
"I didn't think you were much farther than that in schooling
Kaylee," the voice continued. "I bet you have the nicest long blonde
hair, just like your mother."
"No I have short brown hair," he replied. "Are you sure Kaylee?"
asked the voice. He was really getting tired of the voice always thinking
he was lying when Kaylee remembered just last night as they were getting
ready for bed and Kendra brushing his hair out. Instinctively he read up
and found that his hair was now indeed long and blonde and that it was
being held back from his face by head band. "No, I have blonde hair," he
said worriedly.
"All right Kaylee the next question is easy, how tall are you?" the
voice asked. Once again Kaylee thought he knew the answer and replied
that he was six foot and the voice respond, "Are you sure? I bet your
mother have one of those charts up by a door to mark your height with.
Why don't you go and grab a ruler to use help mark your height? Also
please remember to come back to the phone; it isn't nice to leave someone
hanging."
Kaylee got up and walked over to his backpack and grab his ruler.
As he began to cross the room to where Kendra... Mommy had put the size
chart; he noticed the room seemed to be getting larger. A part of him
wanted to run, to get out of there, but he found that he had to obey the
voice. He took his measurement and went back and crawled onto the couch.
"I come up to 48," he told the voice as he picked up the phone in both
hands.
"So you are only four feet tall and not six as you had said
Kaylee," rebuffed the voice. "You really don't know much about yourself
do you? Okay this is a simple one, what are you wearing."
'This time I am going to get this one right' thought Kaylee
beginning to view as a game. "I am wearing a suit and tie," he said
proudly. But then the voice asked are you sure and Kaylee looked down at
himself. He was wearing a white short sleeved blouse with a peter pan
collar over which was a blue jumper with a school badge. A small crucifix
hanged from her neck over blouse and the jumper. A flowery bandage was on
his leg between the bottom of his jumper and the blue knee high socks and
a pair of girl's shoes that completed the ensemble. "No," Said Kaylee. "I
am wearing my school's uniform." He remembered that mommy was Catholic
and while he used to have no interest in religion mommy always attended
church and so should he.
"You must be one really cute girl Kaylee," the voice said. "No I am
a boy," was his reply back. "Would a boy have long hair in a headband and
wear a dress?" the voice asked. "No," said Kaylee meekly. "Then you must
be a girl," continue the voice. Kaylee felt weird for a second as her
body adjusted to its new feminine state. "Uh-uh," was her reply.
"Well Kaylee, you will be quite the heart-breaker if you had the
chance to grow up, but that isn't in the cards for you." The voice said
menacingly. "Look toward your bedroom sweetie and you will get to see
me." Kaylee looked up toward the room that had been the den and saw it
too had changed from that to a girl's room. Her eyes widen as she began
to see the closet door began to slowly open. Her fear held tightly in
place as the closet door slowly opened. In her mind she kept saying a
prayer for mommy to come home. Suddenly at the door she could hear a set
of key trying to get open, but who would make to her first as a claw hand
could now be seen at the closet door????.
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