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For many of us, while growing up, we have fantasies and among other times, we have nightmares of the demons climbing out of the closet like the boogie man, Or the siren that climbed from underneath your bed.
Well, meet mine....in words here. Don't look beneath your's tonite. Not after you watched reruns of BAYWATCH.
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I looked at the ceiling. It was not a big deal but the poster of Pamela
was there and it was staring at me. I had to admit I was staring at
somewhere else besides her eyes. I have to admit it was life size and I
doubt I got the dimensions wrong.
Then I heard the
sound.
It’s coming. A
manner of speech here; and I am not referring to that. It may be the
end result of my outcome here but let us wait. No anxiety here, just
anticipation to it.
The fingers appeared
first.
God! Pardon me, God.
I was trying not to drag you in but it was my reaction.
The fingers grasped
the bed sheet on the side of the bed and tugged hard at it. I have to
honest, I have never pay attention to fingers before; it was always
clasped and then motioned like the runaway locomotive but then I was
giving my sight the sight of ....real fingers.
All skin, pale and
darn nails are long with the red shades. I am getting ....aroused.
The fingers then
displayed the knuckles and then the back of the hand.
God! Sorry there.
Another natural reaction of mine. It was like when I first saw real
boobs. I was gasping for air, even though it was a single
dimensional image.
Then I saw the
bangle there.
Yucks! I disliked
that. They sort of clang clink on the hands when you know....Never
wore a watch when I do...no extra luggage there.
It dawned on me then
the hands were ....kinda shrivelled to the bones. She must
be....Yeah, my anticipatory friend supposed to climb out from beneath
my bed was to be a female, naturally, modelled in the image of Pam,
and please no funny digs here. I am askiong for my money back if
there is an antenna where they shouldn’t be.
God! I can’t wait.
I reached out and
pulled the hand up. It was cold but we were all nervous ain’t we
then at that moment.
“Arghh...” I
recoiled back like a cobra on the bed except instead of a flat chest,
I had my arms spread out in fright.
“You are old....”
I found myself looking at the frail-looking lady; nude to the day and
if there were any dimensions on her, they got it all wrong on the
drawing board. She stood there legs apart and her arms were on her
waist and whatever else she could display was ....well not enticing
then.
“I ....” I
shuddered at the sight. I had to retract my arms to cover myself.
Yes, I was naked. What else would I lay down my bed looking at Pam if
I was not. If it was Armold. I would have worn my PJ’s then.
“Hey, kid. I am
your fantasy. You paid a quid and you expect a dollar?” The lady or
whatever it was replied. I had to admit I did pay a quid for this
talisman that was to summon up the lady from the beyond and my
criteria was dash....dash.... dash and dash plus Pam.
“I am getting my
quid back. I can’t ....” I cringed holding onto myself; cupping
was the better term.
“Hey, you don’t
get any refunds. It took me some getting to come here. You know the street tolls they asked us to pay. I am lucky to make it here even at all.
So you are sure you wanna me go off? I am okay for old Albert in 5th
Street is ever willing to see me. We have been meeting clandestinely for
over twenty years. So how are you, kid?”
“Fifteen....going
sixteen,” I replied.
“You got a
computer.” She asked.
“Yes.” I
replied. I had wanted my blanket but I recalled I left it in the
cupboard. It was with Mickey’s friends on it. Then I was
shivering cold and the darn bladder was acting up.
“Look like you
could do with the images on the internet. I shall leave you to it
now. Old Albert can’t operate the computer so its the old fashioned
way for us.” The spirit floated to the ceiling and then left me.
I picked up my phone
and called Albert.
“I want my quid
back.”
“Sorry, kid. It
was part of the deal. And you drew my cards instead.”
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