WILLODEAN (THE CUPITOR CHRONICLES Book 1) by Fowler Robertson Page B
Authors: Fowler Robertson
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fulfill its destiny in me, as it did with all my ancestors before me. After all, I am a seeker, a common girl from a great line of Cupitors. Namesake ready.
Sleepers
I sat for hours staring out the window into a space of time, lost in childhood dreams and tree climbs. I drifted back to the inner sanctum of the crackle shell room where she lives, where she hides, safe from the world and all its troubles. It is good that she is there and not here. I want nothing more than to make amends for what I did to her but some things can’t be undone.
“Eyes to see—ears to hear.” The voice came into my room like a wind squall.
“Jesus!” I said agitated. The dead woman’s voice was back. “Quit scaring me like that. What if my parents walk in and find me conversing with the dead? They already think I’ve flipped my lid like you did, which I’m beginning to wonder if they’re right. If they get one notion I’m talking to you, a dead person, a ghost of all people, they’ll put me away for good. I’ll go to one of those sanitarium places, you know, those terrible awful places you used to visit.”
I scan the room waiting for her to appear, follow her voice. Only silence and the sifting of wind outside. “Maw Sue?” I began to wonder if I heard her at all. Maybe I am going crazy. Maybe the curse is real. If I know her, she isn’t going to be quiet when it comes to the gift. She’s a squeaky wheel when it comes to Cupitors, seekers, sleepers and the family history. When I was a kid it was all she talked about, that is, when she wasn’t locked up somewhere. Thinking of it made goose pimples rise up on my arms. How close am I to going to that place ? When Maw Sue died, I was sure the curse died with her. The gifts, the superstitions, candle rituals, all of it. Dead. It was magical to the child Willodean but that child is no more.
“Is that what you think?” She says startling me. She stood at the foot of my bed like a paper doll, thin and wafted. And suddenly, next to her, she appeared. My breath left me and I stuttered in mind. How did she get here? I didn’t let her out. What is happening? How did you…where did you...what did you…
“Aww hush.” Maw Sue said stammering in her ghostly realm. She read my thoughts and banished them. The l ittle girl sneered and liked it a little too much for my taste. I gave her the slant eye. It seems I am being cornered by a little girl and a dead relative. The urge to flee hit me like a bolt of lightning. My skin twitched and my heart pounded. The little girls face stared through me in a knowing fashion that made me nervous, as if she saw everything in me, a deep scholastic eye that no one else c ould penetrate. Maw Sue’s was strictly piss and vinegar. That meant business as usual. She was not leaving till she finished what she came to do and I have no idea what that might be. Hopefully, she’ll take me with her and save me some misery of my own existence. Wispy and subjective, they glided over me like misty apparations, invading, terrible and touchy. I felt a strange energy field that pulled me, yet held me back. The little girl locked eyes on me, as if searching deep inside me. I closed my eyes to will her away but I had no power against her as he held me in a vice.
“Devinio, devinio, devinio.” They chant and their arms reach upwards. The sun shines outside but the room grows a bitter dark I can taste. “Devinio. Devenio. Devenio.” Soon, I am shaking like an unbalanced washing machine, jerking with knots and lumps while the house inside me cracks and splinters on its rocky foundation. This sets the shadows lose to roam freely, unhindered, to stir up secrets and cause chaos.
“Noooo!” I screamed into the blackness. A floodlight inside the house teetered and swayed, exposing the dark things, leaving a pallor of screams inside my ears.
“This is the end of
Sleepers
I sat for hours staring out the window into a space of time, lost in childhood dreams and tree climbs. I drifted back to the inner sanctum of the crackle shell room where she lives, where she hides, safe from the world and all its troubles. It is good that she is there and not here. I want nothing more than to make amends for what I did to her but some things can’t be undone.
“Eyes to see—ears to hear.” The voice came into my room like a wind squall.
“Jesus!” I said agitated. The dead woman’s voice was back. “Quit scaring me like that. What if my parents walk in and find me conversing with the dead? They already think I’ve flipped my lid like you did, which I’m beginning to wonder if they’re right. If they get one notion I’m talking to you, a dead person, a ghost of all people, they’ll put me away for good. I’ll go to one of those sanitarium places, you know, those terrible awful places you used to visit.”
I scan the room waiting for her to appear, follow her voice. Only silence and the sifting of wind outside. “Maw Sue?” I began to wonder if I heard her at all. Maybe I am going crazy. Maybe the curse is real. If I know her, she isn’t going to be quiet when it comes to the gift. She’s a squeaky wheel when it comes to Cupitors, seekers, sleepers and the family history. When I was a kid it was all she talked about, that is, when she wasn’t locked up somewhere. Thinking of it made goose pimples rise up on my arms. How close am I to going to that place ? When Maw Sue died, I was sure the curse died with her. The gifts, the superstitions, candle rituals, all of it. Dead. It was magical to the child Willodean but that child is no more.
“Is that what you think?” She says startling me. She stood at the foot of my bed like a paper doll, thin and wafted. And suddenly, next to her, she appeared. My breath left me and I stuttered in mind. How did she get here? I didn’t let her out. What is happening? How did you…where did you...what did you…
“Aww hush.” Maw Sue said stammering in her ghostly realm. She read my thoughts and banished them. The l ittle girl sneered and liked it a little too much for my taste. I gave her the slant eye. It seems I am being cornered by a little girl and a dead relative. The urge to flee hit me like a bolt of lightning. My skin twitched and my heart pounded. The little girls face stared through me in a knowing fashion that made me nervous, as if she saw everything in me, a deep scholastic eye that no one else c ould penetrate. Maw Sue’s was strictly piss and vinegar. That meant business as usual. She was not leaving till she finished what she came to do and I have no idea what that might be. Hopefully, she’ll take me with her and save me some misery of my own existence. Wispy and subjective, they glided over me like misty apparations, invading, terrible and touchy. I felt a strange energy field that pulled me, yet held me back. The little girl locked eyes on me, as if searching deep inside me. I closed my eyes to will her away but I had no power against her as he held me in a vice.
“Devinio, devinio, devinio.” They chant and their arms reach upwards. The sun shines outside but the room grows a bitter dark I can taste. “Devinio. Devenio. Devenio.” Soon, I am shaking like an unbalanced washing machine, jerking with knots and lumps while the house inside me cracks and splinters on its rocky foundation. This sets the shadows lose to roam freely, unhindered, to stir up secrets and cause chaos.
“Noooo!” I screamed into the blackness. A floodlight inside the house teetered and swayed, exposing the dark things, leaving a pallor of screams inside my ears.
“This is the end of
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