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I remember being lost in the mall as a child…
it was never as frightening as this! THE
FOUNDLING by
Michael Merriam The tall,
fashionably-dressed young woman stood on the second level of the mall, looking
down into the courtyard below. The object of her scrutiny, one of the
dozens or so kiosks scattered across the floor, was decorated to grab the
attention of the busy shoppers in hopes of convincing them to part with a
percentage of their net worth. This
particular kiosk sold wooden toys, which meant a high number of
children--especially smaller children who could still summon up a sense of
wonder at such simple things--swirled around the cart. What
drew her attention to the kiosk was not its wares, but the person attending
it. An ordinary-looking man, he had
started working the cart three weeks ago.
He wore wire rim glasses, and suffered a slight paunch around the middle
and a thinning spot on the back of his head the woman could see clearly from
her vantage point on the second level.
He laughed a lot, and was exceptional at dealing with children and their
harried parents. In all ways he
appeared to be the perfect employee for a toy kiosk in a mall. Last
Saturday, as she walked by him, something had made her pause. She had found herself looking straight into
his eyes, eyes that were inexplicably wrong.
She took it upon herself to keep a close watch on him. Her
attention shifted, drawn to the sight of a little girl in a faded pink dress
standing separate from the other children clustered around the cart. She frowned. This was the third day in a row she had noticed the girl, and the
third day in a row the child wore the same dress. Her frown deepened. She
would need to find out if the girl belonged to one of the people who worked at
the mall and if so, take appropriate measures. She
looked back to the cart to find the man going on his break. The crowd of children drifted away, much to
the relief of their parents, who wanted to shop for things besides toys. As the toy seller stepped away from his
wares the woman saw him turn his head toward the girl. He had decided on his prey. She looked around for mall security and,
finding none, stepped casually away from the rail. She flattened herself against the wall behind her and, checking
to make sure she was unseen, melded into the building. She
came out in the courtyard, stepping from a pillar as a man carrying two large
bags passed. She smiled at him when he
turned his tired face toward her in surprise, then set off in search of the toy
seller and the little girl. She caught
up with them as they started down a corridor toward a first level exit. There were too many people here, she
realized. She would be unable to meld
into the wall without drawing attention to herself. She power walked past the toy seller and girl and stepped into
the entry foyer. Picking a moment when
she thought it would be undetected, she touched the doors. The locks gave a satisfying click. They would not open again until security
came with a key. She looked up. The
girl walked just ahead of the man, who kept looking around nervously at the
other customers. As the toy seller
reached over the child's shoulder to open the doors, the little girl walked
through the glass. The
woman gave a startled gasp and stepped back. The little girl gasped at her, her brown eyes wide and frightened,
and vanished. The
sound of the entrance door being rattled made the woman looked up. Her eyes locked with the toy seller's. The man frowned in confusion and glanced
past her for his lost prey. He took a
step backward and gave the surrounding area a thorough examination before
finally turning and going back the way he had come. The
woman searched the mall all day, but the little girl was gone. # "And
your name, just for the record?" the mall security officer held his pen
over the form on his clipboard. "Syd
Dale," the woman answered. Today
she was short and busty, wearing a University of Minnesota sweatshirt and
jeans. "That's Syd with a Y. And no, it's not short for Sydney." "Well,"
the security officer turned to the small boy standing next to the woman,
"let's go see if we can find your mommy, okay? How about a cup of cocoa?" The
little blond boy nodded his head in agreement. Smiling,
the security officer took the boy's hand. He turned back to Syd.
"Thank you for bringing him to us.
We'll find his folks." "Oh,
no problem. I'm just glad I could
help," Syd said. She watched as
the security officer led the boy away from her toward the promised hot cocoa,
until they were both out of sight. Syd
rode the escalator to the second level, blending in with the crowd around her
while she considered what had just happened.
When Syd found the boy huddled in a ball and crying in the back of a
woman's clothing store it seemed like a routine incident of a child getting
away from a distracted parent. Then the
boy told his story to the security guard. The
little blond boy said he lost his parents while playing chase with another
child. A girl who, according to the
boy, ran off the second level and into thin air. The security guard nodded his head indulgently at the boy's
story, but Syd realized something more was going on. She had heard whispers through the walls about a little girl who
lured children away from their parents to play with her. She
was so lost in thought she failed to notice the child in the faded pink dress
standing at the top of the escalator until the screams started. Syd's
head snapped up. A woman in too tight
pants and a leopard print blouse was howling to raise the dead. The man in front of her, cell phone firmly
planted on his ear, stepped through the child, then turned to look at her, his
mouth open and face pale. As the
howling woman reached the top of the escalator she stumbled forward through the
child and promptly fainted. The young
couple behind the woman timed their jump to go on either side of the girl, who
stood passively as they passed her. The
three teenage girls next in line shrieked and started to stampede back down the
escalator. Syd shifted sideways,
letting them pass, her eyes fixed on the child in front of her. As Syd reached the top, the girl's brown
eyes widened in surprise. Syd reached
out a hand to the child and grasped empty air where the girl had stood only
seconds before. With
a sigh, Syd stepped off the escalator and turned to survey the chaos behind
her. # "I
believe," Gopher said, whiskers twitching thoughtfully, "you are
infected with some kind of mortal spirit." Syd
sat on the sidewalk, back touching the wall of the mall, wrapped in early
morning darkness, regarding the small animal in front of her. Of all the parking lot totems, Gopher was
the one she spent the most time with.
The mall's designers would have been stunned to discover the creatures
they had put on signs to assist patrons in finding their vehicles now claimed
an existence of their own. Of course,
they would have been stunned by her existence also. "I
don't understand how," Syd whispered.
"None of this makes sense." "You're
sure this child didn't die here?" Gopher asked again. Syd
gave her friend an annoyed look.
"I'm not like my idiot sister.
I don't let people plunge to their deaths by falling off
escalators." Gopher
raised a paw in supplication.
"Still, there must be a reason," he said mildly. "What do you intend to do?" Syd
thought for a moment. "I really
don't know what I'm going to do, but I can't let her continue acting out, it's
bad for business. I won't tolerate her
frightening customers away." Syd
frowned, "There's going to be a television crew out here tomorrow doing a
story on the 'Haunting of the Mall'.
They're bringing some psychic and a team of ghost hunters with
them." Gopher
chuckled. "Sounds like a bit of
excitement." Syd
gave Gopher a sour look. "It's
going to be a great big circus, and it's all going to be on the morning
news." Gopher
looked Syd squarely in the eye, all traces of his earlier amusement gone. "Then you need to make sure they have
nothing to report." # Syd
slowly walked around the courtyard.
Today she looked like any other soccer mom as she tried to blend in with
the early shoppers, power walkers, and the simply curious. Syd exerted herself to the fullest,
desperate to head off any manifestation of the supernatural before the news
crew or ghost hunters took notice. She
could feel herself already starting to tire from the strain of both holding her
mortal shape and trying to use her senses to monitor every part of the
mall. She
had written off the psychic as a fraud early on. When Syd had brushed against her, intent of determining the
woman's sensitivity, the psychic ignored her and continued to drift around the
mall in a fake dream state while making generic statements about spirits and
cold spots. The
paranormal investigators worried her the most.
When she passed within five feet of one their electromagnetic meters it
went wild, causing excitement.
Fortunately, the reporter the television station sent over seemed more amused
by her assignment than serious.
Between the live segments she and the cameraman quietly poked fun at the
goings on around them. As they finished
the last segment and started rolling up their cable, Syd began to relax her
guard. It
was the ghost hunters who first realized something was happening. The various electromagnetic meters and other
sensory equipment starting getting wild readings. The four members of the team clustered together, three of them
wielding meters while another took pictures of the area. The excitement drew the attention of the
television cameraman, who flipped on the camera's battery pack and pointed his
lens in the direction of the commotion.
As he aimed his lens at the group, there came a loud pop and a shower of
sparks jumped from the back of his camera.
Every cell phone in the mall started to ring. With a sickening twist in her stomach, Syd felt the escalators
seize up, sending the few people on them sprawling. Syd
looked for the cause of the sudden disturbance. After a moment she spotted the girl in the faded dress standing
behind a kiosk full of silver jewelry.
The look on the girl's face struck Syd as frightened. Syd stopped trying to monitor the entire
mall. After allowing herself a moment
to recover, she quietly walked up behind the child. "There
you are," Syd said loud enough for the people around her to overhear. "Please don't run away from me like
that, okay?" Syd knelt down and, before the girl realized what was
happening, swept the child up in a hug.
"Come on sweetie, let's go find you some juice and move out of the
way of these nice people." Syd
stood, took the child's hand in hers, and starting walking away from the
courtyard. The cell phones stopped
ringing, the escalators started running. They
walked down one of the long wings of the mall, stopping in front of a food
vendor. Syd kept her grip on the girl's
hand as she ordered a large orange juice and took some napkins from the
counter, stuffing them into a pocket.
She paid the woman behind the counter in loose change, which the woman
accepted with an odd look. Still
holding the child, Syd steered them toward one of the benches along the
hallway. They
sat down and Syd placed the cup of juice between them on the bench. She started drying her hands with
napkins. Syd noticed the girl watching
her closely. "I always get a
little wet when I summon change from the fountain," Syd said with a smile. "Am
I in trouble?" the child whispered. "No,
you're not in trouble." "You're
not mad at me?" the girl asked. "Why
would I be mad at you?" "Because
I'm bad." The girl looked down at
her lap and started fidgeting with her dress. Syd
gave the child-spirit a closer inspection.
There were angry red and black marks on her upper arms. Her top lip seemed to have been busted and
partially healed. There was the faint
remains of bruising around her right eye. "I
don't think you were being bad, at least not on purpose." Syd took a sip of the orange juice. "Do you have a name?" "Amanda,"
the child continued to look at her lap. "Hello,
Amanda. I'm Syd." Amanda
suddenly looked directly at Syd.
"I know who you are. That's
why you can touch me when no one else can, isn't it?" "I
suppose it must be," Syd replied.
"We're not so different." "But
you're not--" Amanda dropped her eyes again. "I'm
not what?" Syd gently asked. Amanda
reached out for the cup of juice Syd drank from. Her hand passed through the waxed-coated paper. The child looked back up at the spirit. "Like me," she whispered, her
brown eyes going moist. Syd
pulled Amanda close to her. She
sometimes saw mortal mothers do this with their distressed children, and it
seemed to help. "It will be all
right," she tried to reassure the child. "No,
it won't," Amanda sniffled.
"It's my fault. Mommy told
me to stop being bad. It's all my fault
and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Tears flowed down the child's cheeks. "Tell
me what happened," Syd stroke Amanda's hair, calming the girl. Amanda
sat silent for several seconds before she spoke. "I wanted a hat for Wilbur.
We were having a tea party." "Wilbur?" "My
bear." Syd
nodded. "I see." "I
was being quiet, just like I was told to be, 'cause Mommy didn't want to be
bothered when she was lying down. Mommy
had been sick a lot since little Jimmy died." "Was
Jimmy your brother?" "Yes. He died in his crib." Amanda paused to sniff before she
continued. "I got the hat from
Mommy's closet, and tiptoed out of her room.
But she woke up and--and started to yell." "What
happened next?" Syd continued to hold Amanda close. "She
shook me for awhile, and then pushed me out of her room, and I fell." Amanda whispered. "You
fell?" Syd asked, an unpleasant feeling taking hold of her. "Uh-huh. Down the stairs." "Then
what happened?" Amanda
sniffled. "I went back in Mommy's
room to tell her I was sorry, but she just screamed and screamed when she saw
me. I went back to my room and lay
down." "Is
that when you realized you were--different?" Syd asked. Amanda
nodded. "That night I saw Daddy
carry something in a blanket downstairs.
I thought Pete was sick." "Pete?" "Our
dog," Amanda explained. "I
followed him to the truck. When he set
the blanket down it come open and--and--" the tears started again. She looked at the floor for few seconds
before she spoke again. "The next
thing I knew I was in daddy's truck. He
brought me here." "Do
you know why?" Syd
saw Amanda was trying to decide if she could trust her. "He worked here, when they were
building it. He left me here and went
away," Amanda finally whispered. Syd
realized her father must have hidden Amanda's body somewhere, probably under
the mall. Syd thought she understood
why the girl's spirit was suddenly active: the new management had just broken
ground on a remodeling and expansion project.
They must have disturbed her remains.
As
Syd opened her mouth to reply, two of the paranormal investigators, waving
their meters excitedly, started trotting toward them. "Down
here!" one of the hunters exclaimed.
"Tell Doc to get the camera!"
The two started moving steadily toward Syd and Amanda. Syd
stood and took Amanda's hand. She
started walking away from the two investigators, but she felt Amanda pull
away. Syd blew out an annoyed breath,
then looked down to find Amanda looking at her with large, tear filled
eyes. "Amanda--" Before
Syd could stop her, the girl suddenly rushed through the wall in front of the
shocked investigators. The
investigators looked up at Syd. Their
eyes locked for an instant. Before the
two men could react, Syd turned and fled down a side corridor. As she melded into the wall seconds before
the two ghost hunters turned the corner, the last thing Syd heard before she
merged with the building was the child's voice crying "I'm sorry"
over and over. # For
the next week everything stayed quiet in the mall, a situation that under
normal circumstances would have suited Syd just fine. People shopped, ate at the restaurants, and went about their
business as if nothing had happened the week before. Several
local news channels sent teams to investigate the reported ghost, but so far
nothing else had happened. Syd tried to
stay calm, but the unwanted attention was annoying her. She did not need ghost hunters and camera
crews crawling all over the place disrupting the normal flow of commerce. She did not want the mall to take on that
uncomfortable feeling it could get if one of her kind did not hide themselves
sufficiently from the customers. That
unexplainable feeling of discomfort had destroyed more than one of her sisters. Syd
kept waiting for Amanda to reappear, but the little ghost stayed silent. The tense expectation made Syd more nervous
every day. "What
surprises me," Gopher said while poking an empty soda cup with his nose,
"is your inability to sense her within your own space." Syd
sat leaning against the outside wall.
She pulled her now-black hair over her shoulder and starting combing it
out with her fingers. Today she was a
pale teenaged girl, dressed in a black top and mini-skirt with black and white
stripped leggings. "I think it's
because she's not natural." Gopher
looked up and blinked at her, then shook his furry head from side to side. "Not natural? That's an odd idea, everything considered." "Think
about it," Syd said, looking squarely at Gopher. "I
am," he replied while waddling closer to Syd. "I don't see how we are so different. We're all spirits, yes?" "Yes,
Gopher, we are, all three of us, spirits.
The difference is why. You exist
because the people who shop here see your image on a sign and they trust Gopher
will lead them to where they've parked.
They believe in you on some level, so you exist." "Okay,
I understand that. And yourself?"
Gopher asked, intrigued by her line of reasoning. Syd
chuckled, "I exist because I'm more to mortals than concrete, glass, and
plastic. I'm a market place, a
community gathering hall, and temple all rolled into one. I provide shelter, food, and
entertainment. I touch their lives
constantly, to the point they started to see me as a living entity, and so I
am." Gopher
nodded in agreement. "And your
little ghostly tenant?" "She
shouldn't be here. She didn't die here,
nor does there appear to be any connection to me except her mortal
remains. She should have gone on to
wherever mortal spirits go after death.
So, she's not a part of the natural order of things." "Perhaps
it would be best if she were found. You
could seek out her bones and turn them over to the authorities," Gopher
pointed out. "I suspect her spirit
would pass on after a proper burial." Syd
had considered doing just that, but still could not bring herself to. Syd shook her head and looked at her oldest
friend. "No, I don't think that's
an option, at least not yet." Gopher
raised a fuzzy eyebrow at her.
"Why not?" Syd
licked her lips. "You didn't see
the look on her face. I can't toss her away; she's suffered too much
already. I just--I need her to talk to
me. I need to make her understand how
important it is to not frighten everyone away.
We just need to come to some kind of agreement." Gopher's
face suddenly lost all expression.
"She is not your responsibility." Syd
sighed and rubbed her temples.
"Yes, she is. Her bones are
underneath me. She's as much my
responsibility as everyone who passes through those doors. More so in fact, because she has no else one
to be responsible for her. She
shouldn't have to be alone." Gopher's
furry face took on a sly, amused look.
"Well, I would not have believed such a thing possible." "What?" "Nothing
important, Syd," he answered.
"However, I think someone wishes to speak to you." Gopher nodded his head toward the glass
entry doors. Syd
looked over her shoulder to find Amanda standing near the lockers, her small
hands twisting her dress as she looked down at her feet. Syd
put her best smile on her face and approached Amanda. She kept in constant contact with the outside of the building
until she reached the glass doors.
Passing effortlessly through them, she stood in front of Amanda. "Hello,"
Syd said softly. "I'm
sorry about all the trouble I caused, I promise not to do it again,"
Amanda whispered. "It's
okay. I'm not upset with you." "You're
not?" Amanda seemed incredulous. "Of
course not, it's not your fault. Things
like that happen because of what you are." Syd knelt down in front of Amanda. "Just promise me one thing.
Promise you'll try not to draw too much attention to yourself. We don't want people to stop coming here
because they're afraid. So no more
disappearing into thin air, okay?" The
ghost nodded. "Promise." Syd
smiled. "See, that was easy
enough, wasn't it?" Amanda
smiled up at Syd, then suddenly frowned, and looked seriously at the mall
spirit. "What's going to happen to
me now?" "I
don't know. If you want, I could turn
your bones over to the mortals and let them give you a proper burial. That would probably let you go on to
wherever a mortal spirit goes after death." "What
if I don't want to go away? Can't I
stay with you?" Amanda asked. Syd
considered her next words carefully.
"I think we would need to think about what will work best for both
of us. I could let you stay on a trial
basis. Does that sound okay to
you?" Amanda
nodded. "Okay." Syd
smiled and stood. She held out her hand
to Amanda. "Great, let's take a
walk and I'll show you where to find everything." Amanda
took Syd's hand. As one, they vanished
into a wall. # Syd
sat near the fountain watching as the local police department's K-9 unit passed
by, doing their monthly sweep through the mall for drugs, explosives, and who
knew what else. She
tried to focus on the customers who paraded past in all their colorful
splendor, but found her attention wandering.
Every time remodeling occurred it made her feel odd, and the new
construction taking place kept her on edge.
Two weeks ago crews started adding an entire movie theatre, and the work
left her unable to comfortably meld into the building. This forced her to maintain her mortal guise
during most of the shopping day, which made it difficult for Syd to keep watch
over the customers and shops.
Fortunately, Amanda agreed to help her watch for trouble. Over the past three weeks since Syd and
Amanda came to their agreement, the mall continued to be calm and quiet. Gopher
had patiently dug up Amanda's remains from the construction area and brought
them to Syd. The mall spirit placed the
child's bones in an old duffle bag she found in a janitorial closet and hid
them inside one of the mall's lockers where she could keep watch over them
until a more permanent solution could be found. Syd wanted to bury Amanda's remains deep under the center of the
building, but Amanda was afraid she might not manifest again once buried. Syd had spent hours in the mall's bookstore
reading up on ghost and spirit lore, trying to figure out what would happen to
the little ghost. Syd
smiled to herself. The news crews and
paranormal investigators had been disappointed each time they returned. Amanda made sure she stayed as far away from
the investigators as possible, moving around at Syd's direction whenever one
started to come too close. The only
moment of tension came when one of the ghost hunters passed his electromagnetic
meter near the lockers. Syd
suspected the residual energy of Amanda's connection to her bones had set off
the equipment. The ghost hunters grew
excited but mall security flatly refused to open the locker, telling them
someone's personal items were none of their business. Syd did notice the security guards making note of the locker
number for later reference. She
realized she would need to make a decision about Amanda's remains soon. Syd
looked up to find Amanda slowly making her way through the crowd toward the
fountain. They often worked on Amanda
appearing in different clothing, but so far she could only maintain control for
a few minutes before it reverted to the old faded pink dress. Syd smiled at her approach, but dropped it
when she saw the look on Amanda's face. "He's
back," the ghost said in a flat voice. "Who's
back?" "The
man who sells toys. I saw him while I
was playing near the game store." "Show
me." Syd said, standing with some
effort. Amanda
started toward him, Syd following in her wake.
Syd spotted the man, sporting scars from his encounter with the glass
door, standing outside a toy and novelties store. He was talking to a boy who looked suspiciously like the blond
child Syd had found huddled and lost just a few weeks ago. As Syd started to sit down on one of the
benches in the middle of the aisle, she suddenly felt overcome with a wave of
vertigo. Amanda
apparently sensed something also. She
looked up at Syd, her eyes wide.
"They've found me." For a
moment Syd froze, trapped in indecision.
She could see the toy seller take the boy by the hand, but if what
Amanda said was true-- She
simply couldn't be in both places at the same time; the construction drained
her energy and dulled her abilities. "Amanda,
I want you to stay with them," Syd said, pointing at the man and little
boy. "Don't let them leave the
mall. I'll be right back." Amanda
nodded solemnly and moved closer to the two people she needed to track. Syd
backed away and turned down a corner where she couldn't sense any people. She closed her eyes and became one with
building, melding into the plastic, steel and wood. She sent herself into the wiring and across the building, moving
sluggishly through the electrical system.
She slid through the wall and came out in the women's section of one of
the department stores. She took a deep
breath to steady herself, and dashed into the corridor with the lockers. "Is
there something wrong?" she asked, stepping up next to the mall security
guards. "Because that's my
locker." "This
is your locker, ma'am?" one of the police officers quickly approached and
pointed to where the unit's dog was whining and pawing at the door. "Yes,
is there a problem?" she asked.
She didn't have to act worried in front of the officer; she really was
concerned. "Ma'am,
would you please open the locker."
The officer commanded her. "Of
course." Syd stepped up to the
metal door as the other police officer pulled the agitated dog back to give her
room. Syd
reached into her pocket and, concentrating hard against the growing weariness,
summoned a passkey from the maintenance room.
She pulled the key from her pocket and stuck it into the lock. She turned the key hard and it gave a sharp
snap. "Oh
dear." she said, holding half a broken key in her hand. The
officer without the dog motioned at the wall opposite the lockers. "If you would please stand over here
ma'am." He turned toward mall
security guard. "We're going to
need a pry bar of some sort." The
guard nodded. "I'll get
maintenance to bring one up," he said, reaching for the radio microphone
on his shoulder. Syd
tried to fight down her rising panic.
If they actually ripped apart the door she would not be able to stop
them from finding Amanda's remains.
Fighting back the construction induced weakness, Syd tried to reach out
and trip the sprinkler system. She felt
her being waver and fade as she pushed further. She could not focus enough to make the necessary connection. "Help! Help me!" Syd heard a small voice yell.
"The bad man's trying to take my friend!" Syd
realized with a start the voice belonged to Amanda. "Please,
he's trying to take my friend. You have
to come right now!" the child wailed, running toward the police officers. Syd
stood quietly and listened as Amanda pleaded for the police officers and
security guard to save her friend.
After warning Syd to stay put, the police officers rushed away,
following Amanda's directions and descriptions. Syd waited patiently until the security guard turned his back on
her to keep an eye on Amanda, who was talking to him in a quick, animated
fashion. When she felt it safe, she
cautiously stepped to the locker and, with a touch of her hand, tripped the lock. She opened the door, scooped up the duffle
bag, closed the locker, and walked the opposite way from the security guard,
heading for a maintenance door. The
door unlocked under her hand and she stepped into a part of the mall customers
never saw. Quickly she found a place to
hide the duffle bag again. She sat down
on the floor and tried to steady herself. "They
stopped him," Amanda said, startling Syd, who still couldn't sense the
ghost's presence. Syd
reached out and gathered Amanda close, hugging her tightly. "Amanda! Oh, sweetie, are you all right?" Amanda
nodded. "The man started to leave
with Brent--" "Brent?" "My
friend." "I
see," said Syd. "I'm sorry,
tell me what happened." "The
man started to leave with Brent," Amanda began again. "You told me not to let them leave the
mall, so I found a policeman and told him the bad man was trying to take my
friend." Amanda paused, then asked
in a quiet voice, "That was okay, wasn't it?" "Yes,"
Syd whispered, still hugging the child close to her. "That was okay. You
did great honey. You did just fine, my
smart, clever little girl." Syd
continued to hug the child, rocking her ever so slightly. "Syd,
are you all right?" Amanda asked. "I
thought they were going to take you away," Syd told the child. "I thought they were going to rip the
door off the locker, and take you away from me." As the words left her mouth, Syd Dale did something for the first
time in all her long years of existence. The
spirit of the mall burst into tears. Amanda
leaned back and regarded Syd with solemn brown eyes. "So you want me to stay with you?" Syd
nodded and smiled. "Yes, Amanda. I
want you to stay with me, if you still want to." "I
think I'd like that very much," Amanda replied with all the dignity a six-year-old
child could muster. # Syd
waited near the exit of the new movie theatre. "Syd! Syd!" Amanda cried. Syd
knelt down and let the child run into her arms. Amanda never tired of physical contact. "How was the movie?" Syd asked. "It
was funny, the monkey was the best."
Amanda giggled, and broke into a terrible imitation of the creatures in
the movie. Syd
stood and took Amanda's hand. They
started to walk toward the women's restroom, where they would both disappear
until after the mall finished closing for the night. "So
did your clothing stay the same?" Syd asked, noting the jeans and pink and
white pullover Amanda appeared to be wearing. "Yup,"
Amanda beamed proudly. She had become
quite good at changing her appearance over the last year. The
two entered the restroom, making their way toward an empty stall. "See
you in a little bit." Syd hugged
the child and kissed her on top of the head. "You
won't forget to wake me up will you?"
The child asked. Amanda still
needed to return to her bones from time to time. "Of
course I won't," Syd reassured her.
Ever since Amanda's remains were reburied under the mall, Syd could
sense her wherever she went, even when Amanda was sleeping, as they both called
it. "We're supposed to visit with
Gopher tonight." After
Syd reassured the ghost-child that she thought it would be all right, they had
decided it would be safer if Amanda's remains were safely buried underground
again. It had been Gopher had buried
Amanda's bones under the new construction.
It had been Gopher who burrowed the hole, dragged the duffle bag
underground, and refilled the hole. Syd
could only watch from the door, unable to manifest in the incomplete
section. For Syd, the next several
weeks of waiting were tense. When the new
construction took on the characteristics of a room Syd could manifest in, she
immediately started searching for some sign of Amanda. The touch of power awoke the little
ghost. To Amanda no time had passed,
she had simply gone to sleep, and then woken up. "Good,"
Amanda's voice brought Syd back from her thoughts. "I like Gopher, he's funny." Syd
chuckled. "I'm sure he'd be
pleased to know you find him amusing." Amanda
rolled her eyes. "Not amusing Syd,
funny," she replied, as if the difference were the most obvious
thing in the world. "Okay,
okay, he's funny," Syd agreed.
"Now you go to sleep and I'll wake you when it's time to visit
Gopher." "Promise?" "Promise." Amanda's
face scrunched up in thought for an instant, then smiled. "Good-night, Mommy." "Good-night,
sweetie," Syd said as the ghostly girl faded away. She looked at the spot where Amanda had been
only a moment ago. "Mommy,"
she whispered to herself, as if trying the title on for size. Syd smiled, deciding being mommy would fit her
just fine. Still
smiling, Syd Dale melded into the wall.