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seemed to echo around me. Al
the doors were closed, dark and quiet. It was as stil as a
tomb and that lack of movement, lack of humanity,
frightened me. An icy trail went down my spine, as if the IV
needle relocated to the back of my neck, and I stopped
walking.
Up ahead, at the end of the hal , came a shuffling sound,
like the slow, uncertain walk of an injured or old person. I
waited, holding my breath.
An elderly woman came around the corner. She was
dressed in the same hospital gown as I was, holding a
similar IV machine with her papery, varicose-veined arms.
Her face was done up in a bouquet of bright colors: Red
cakey lips, thick magenta blush that swept from nose to
temple along her sagging cheekbones, vibrant green eye
shadow that was partly obscured by the heavy folds of her
eyelids.
Creepy Clown Lady.
I was stuck to the floor, unable to move and unwil ing to
take my eyes off of her. She slowly came my way but didn’t
look up at me. Though the sight of her was eerie as al hel ,
in some way, I was glad to see her. It felt like it had been
awhile and once my tongue found its movement again, I
knew I would have a lot to ask her.
It felt like an eternity until she was halfway down the hal
and right in front of me. She went to the left of me in her
slow shuffle. She kept her eyes on the ground, only looking
up at me at the last minute. Her pale blue, clouded eyes
met mine, briefly, and in them I saw a multitude of warnings.
I opened my mouth to say something but she kept going,
as if she didn’t know me. Somewhere I found the strength to
speak.
“Hey,” I croaked ineloquently. I reached out and grabbed
her arm lightly and a green/blue spark erupted from the
contact. It seemed to fuse my fingers to her skin and she
stopped, reluctantly turning her pin-curled head. I had never
touched her before. Her solidity surprised me.
She looked into my eyes, obviously recognizing me, and
her accented voice flooded my brain while her chalky, dried
lips remained closed.
I can’t stay. I have to go , she said.
Where is everyone? I thought, trying to project it to her.
You’re not supposed to be here. It’s happening too
soon. There was a tinge of alarm in her voice, which made
the hairs on my arms stand up.
What is?
Her eyes dropped to the ground and for the first time I
realized how smal and frail she was. Despite the crazy
makeup, in her hospital gown she looked someone’s
forgotten grandmother, lost in the world.
I tried to warn you. I left that message. I know you heard
it.
I did but I didn’t know what it meant. Am in trouble?
Yes, she said matter-of-factly . You’re in terrible trouble,
Perry. And I haven’t been able to come see you. I can’t
anymore.
You’re seeing me now.
You’re not where you think you are.
The thought struck me cold. I looked back down at my
gown, at the glossy floor and the empty, sterile hal way. It
suddenly occurred to me that I may not be in a hospital. I
may not be anywhere.
Where am I? I asked incredulously.
It would be best if you didn’t know.
Are you kidding me? I thought angrily, pressing my
fingers deeper into her arm. Do you think you’re actually
being helpful? You think you can come here, show up in
my life like this and fuck around with me?!
Swearing at her didn’t help. Her expression was blank
as a canvas.
You came to me this time , she said . It only works one
way now.
Please then , I pleaded, softening my tone, just tell me
where the hell I am.
She gave me a wry look. Rest assured, my dear, it’s not
hell. Not yet.
She looked away, down the empty hal .
I must go, she said. They are watching me. They are
watching you.
And with that she started shuffling again.
I watched her leave, dumbfounded but able to yel one
last thing.
“Who is Declan O’Shea?!”
My words echoed after her until they both disappeared
into thin air.
“Perry?” I heard my sister’s voice from behind me.
Startled, I
the doors were closed, dark and quiet. It was as stil as a
tomb and that lack of movement, lack of humanity,
frightened me. An icy trail went down my spine, as if the IV
needle relocated to the back of my neck, and I stopped
walking.
Up ahead, at the end of the hal , came a shuffling sound,
like the slow, uncertain walk of an injured or old person. I
waited, holding my breath.
An elderly woman came around the corner. She was
dressed in the same hospital gown as I was, holding a
similar IV machine with her papery, varicose-veined arms.
Her face was done up in a bouquet of bright colors: Red
cakey lips, thick magenta blush that swept from nose to
temple along her sagging cheekbones, vibrant green eye
shadow that was partly obscured by the heavy folds of her
eyelids.
Creepy Clown Lady.
I was stuck to the floor, unable to move and unwil ing to
take my eyes off of her. She slowly came my way but didn’t
look up at me. Though the sight of her was eerie as al hel ,
in some way, I was glad to see her. It felt like it had been
awhile and once my tongue found its movement again, I
knew I would have a lot to ask her.
It felt like an eternity until she was halfway down the hal
and right in front of me. She went to the left of me in her
slow shuffle. She kept her eyes on the ground, only looking
up at me at the last minute. Her pale blue, clouded eyes
met mine, briefly, and in them I saw a multitude of warnings.
I opened my mouth to say something but she kept going,
as if she didn’t know me. Somewhere I found the strength to
speak.
“Hey,” I croaked ineloquently. I reached out and grabbed
her arm lightly and a green/blue spark erupted from the
contact. It seemed to fuse my fingers to her skin and she
stopped, reluctantly turning her pin-curled head. I had never
touched her before. Her solidity surprised me.
She looked into my eyes, obviously recognizing me, and
her accented voice flooded my brain while her chalky, dried
lips remained closed.
I can’t stay. I have to go , she said.
Where is everyone? I thought, trying to project it to her.
You’re not supposed to be here. It’s happening too
soon. There was a tinge of alarm in her voice, which made
the hairs on my arms stand up.
What is?
Her eyes dropped to the ground and for the first time I
realized how smal and frail she was. Despite the crazy
makeup, in her hospital gown she looked someone’s
forgotten grandmother, lost in the world.
I tried to warn you. I left that message. I know you heard
it.
I did but I didn’t know what it meant. Am in trouble?
Yes, she said matter-of-factly . You’re in terrible trouble,
Perry. And I haven’t been able to come see you. I can’t
anymore.
You’re seeing me now.
You’re not where you think you are.
The thought struck me cold. I looked back down at my
gown, at the glossy floor and the empty, sterile hal way. It
suddenly occurred to me that I may not be in a hospital. I
may not be anywhere.
Where am I? I asked incredulously.
It would be best if you didn’t know.
Are you kidding me? I thought angrily, pressing my
fingers deeper into her arm. Do you think you’re actually
being helpful? You think you can come here, show up in
my life like this and fuck around with me?!
Swearing at her didn’t help. Her expression was blank
as a canvas.
You came to me this time , she said . It only works one
way now.
Please then , I pleaded, softening my tone, just tell me
where the hell I am.
She gave me a wry look. Rest assured, my dear, it’s not
hell. Not yet.
She looked away, down the empty hal .
I must go, she said. They are watching me. They are
watching you.
And with that she started shuffling again.
I watched her leave, dumbfounded but able to yel one
last thing.
“Who is Declan O’Shea?!”
My words echoed after her until they both disappeared
into thin air.
“Perry?” I heard my sister’s voice from behind me.
Startled, I
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