31 Ghosts 2020 – October 7: Finding a Body

Yeah, I’m back-dating this one. This concludes the story started with “Bloody Mary.” I’m not sure you need to have read that one to get this one, but you probably should read the story before this one,Old Friend, New Places. Well, this might conclude the storyline… Or we might meet Alora again… Who knows?!

Effie and Alora set out the next day in their Honda Fit. “Okay, this is weird with you in the rear-view mirror,” Effie said.

“This whole thing is weird,” Tracy agreed from the mirror.

They started in front of Madison’s house. “So, this is what the place looks like on the outside! Sure as shit better than that shack of a place Trenton lived in…” 

“Sometimes gentrification has its benefits,” Effie looked around at the nearly identical two-story houses.

“Whole bunch of Stepford Wives here,” Alora said.

“How do you even know about Stepford wives?” 

“I watched it with you!”

“Oh… yeah…”

“Wait,” Tracy said, “Original or the one with Nicole Kidman?”

“Original,” Alora said.

“You’re a good mom,” Tracy approved. “Let me get my bearings here… everything looked so different…” in the mirror she turned around as if looking out the windshield. “Okay, yeah, let’s head out towards 99.” 

“North or south?” 

“South.”

They drove in silence until the perfectly manicured HOA’d suburbs gave way to low-slug houses with overgrown yards and then finally the houses disappeared completely as grazing land swapped with geometrically lined fields of lettuce, and fruit trees. After half an hour Tracy broke the silence saying, “Here! This exit! Then go left!”

Effie took the off ramp and then back over the freeway. They followed the road as it meandered into forestland, the trees rising up around them as the road followed the serpentine of a small river.  “Here,” Tracy said in a serious and low tone. “That dirt road on the right.”

“Yikes,” Effie said turning down the rutted road. They didn’t make it more than a few hundred meters before the Fit groaned as the ridge of a deep rut scraped along the underside of the sedan. Effie slowly backed up and surveyed the road ahead of them which only looked worse. “I think we’re going to have to hike it from here,” she said. “How far is it, Tracy?”

“Not too far,” Tracy said standing outside the drivers side door.

“Holy crap!” Effie started. “Tracy… you’re… not in a mirror!”

Tracy gave them a wan smile, “No, there’s a lot of energy here. I can manifest on my own here.”

“I like you better in 3D,” Alora said.

“Thanks, Al. This way,” Tracy started deeper into the trees.

Effie could hear the creek getting closer. Suddenly there was a rustling and Alora grabbed her mom’s hand as they both froze as a voice came angrily from the bushes ahead of them. 

“I swear to god, if that’s that damn racoon again I’m going to slap it so hard it’s going to have an ectoplasm tattoo!”

Tracy giggled. “Tina! It’s me!”

“Tracy? Hey! I thought you were haunting Jerkface’s house.”

“I was. Well, it turns out his house was torn down. I was haunting the house that’s there now. It’s a long story, but I got in touch with friends,” she gestured to Effie and Alora. 

“Hi,” Effie started nervously, “I’m Effie and this is my daughter Alora.” 

“You can call me Al,” Alora told her. 

“Really?” Effie asked her daughter.

“I’m… trying it on.” 

“Looks good on you, kid,” Tracy winked.

“Hi,” Tina said gaping. “Sorry, I’m just… I can’t believe you got two living people out here, Tracy.” She blinked back tears. “We’ve been guarding you for so long.”

“Guarding?” Alora asked.

Tina sniffled and nodded. “We’ve been taking turns.”

“We who?” Effie asked.

“You remember how you said the FBI were asking about Trenton?” Tracy asked. “He’s a serial killer. I was the first, but he killed eight more women after me.” 

“I was the third,” Tina said.

Effie stared trying to figure out what to say. Finally, “I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” Tina said. “It was a long time ago. My sister and I still get to hang out.” 

“Was she killed too?” 

“No, thankfully. She can see ghosts.” 

“Convenient!” Alora said.

“Right?!”

“Take turns?” Effie brought the conversation back around.

“The other women. We call ourselves the ‘A-Force’,” Tracy said.

“Well, some of us call ourselves the ‘A-Force,’” Tina corrected.

“What’s the A-Force?” Effie asked.

“It’s the female version of Marvel’s Avengers, mom,” Alora said.

“Yeah,” Tracy said. “You need to meet Samantha. She’s a big comic book nerd. She suggested the name.”

“Do we really need a name?” Tina asked. “I just see us as… family.”

“Yeah…” Tracy said. “That too,” she smiled.

“Our found family,” Tina smiled at Tracy, “take turns watching over Tracy’s body.”

“Watching over?” 

“Yeah,” Tracy knelt down to a slight bulge in the dirt. “Trenton buried my body here. Pretty shallow, too – a couple feet is all. I don’t know if he wanted animals to get to me or what, but that’s what would have happened. I kept them away for the first few months. Until I got… company…”

Tina knelt next to Tracy and rubbed her back supportively. “Trenton got more methodical starting with Sarah. He didn’t bother burying the bodies. He actually staged us to be found. He’d pose us in the hotel rooms he tortured us in with an unlit cigarette in our mouth.” 

“What a sick motherf…” 

“Alora!”

“Am I wrong?” Her mom shook her head sadly. “Wait, this Trenton guy is the cigarette slayer?”

Tina sighed. “I hate that name, but yeah.”

“Why do you hate it?”

“Because it reduces him to a caricature,” Tina said. “It gives him one of the things he wants – infamy.”

“What should we call him?” 

“Nothing. Talk about us who are gone,” Tracy said.

Everyone stood silent. 

“Better yet,” Tina said, “Let’s nail this bastard!”

“How?” Effie asked.

“Get the cops.” She pointed to the dirt. “We’ve been protecting Tracy’s body because it’s the key.”

“I don’t understand…”

“She was the first…”

“I prefer ‘prototype,’” Tracy smiled.

 “Heh, sure, Tracy,” Tina laughed. “After he killed Sarah, she haunted him. I met Sarah after I was killed and we all kind of… bonded. Trenton came out here once when he was in town…”

“Creepy,” Alora said.

“Girl, you don’t know the half of it. Anyway, that’s when we met Tracy and we figured out this killing is different. She’s got a cigarette in her mouth, too – inside the garbage bag under here – but where ours were unlit cigarettes, this is one he smoked and put in her mouth still lit.”

“It’s got his DNA on it!” Alora said.

“Girl’s good,” Tina said to Tracy.

“We’re so going to Small Town Murder when they come around, Mom!”

Effie smiled at her daughter, then to Tina, “But she’s been here, what, fifteen years?”

“Fifteen years, three months, two weeks, five days, and seven hours,” Tracy said. “But, you know, who’s counting?” 

“I don’t mean to be macabre,” Effie started.

“You’re in a forest talking to two ghosts standing over a shallow grave and now you’re worried about macabre?” Tracy asked.

“Okay, you’re right. But… is there anything left but bones down there?” she gestured to the ground.

That’s why we take turns,” Tina pointed to Effie. “We’re keeping the critters away.”

“Like the racoon you were going to slap?” Alora asked.

“Like all the critters. This ground is deader than Tracy.” 

“Hey!” 

“Well, it’s true.”

“Holy crap,” Effie said in understanding. She reached for her phone, “No signal.” She looked back towards the car. “We’re going to go drive until we get signal and get the cops out here. Alora, let’s go.”

“Mom,” Alora said, “I want to stay here with Tina and Tracy.

“I’m not going to leave you in a creepy forest, Alora.” She looked up at Tina, “No offense.” 

“Look,” Tracy said, I’ll go with you. Al can chill with Tina. Tina will kick the ass of anything that could  hurt Al.” 

“I am a ferocious babysitter,” Tina said with a gleam in her eyes.

“Okay, I guess.” Effie said reluctantly. “I’ll be back shortly.” 

As Effie and Tracy walked back to the car, Alora started, “So you still get to see your sister?”

“Yeah, she married this cop. You could say I set them up…” 

The headlights of the Fit shone into the darkening forest. “They’re back, Al,” Tina said sitting cross legged on the ground with Alora.

“And she’s got company,” Alora said pointing to the four police vehicles with their strobing blue and red lights casting weird shadows through the trees. She looked to her right and Tina was gone. “Tina?” 

“I’m here, Al. Just, you know, not visible.” 

Alora stood and hugged her mom when she showed up. To the lead officer with the Maglite behind her she said, “She’s here,” pointing to the ground. 

“So you’re daughter’s a psychic?” the tall officer said suspiciously.

“She is,” Effie said winking at Alora. 

“Not the strangest thing,” he said. “Dave?” he motioned to an officer behind him carrying a shovel. 

“Not too deep. Be careful,” Alora instructed. 

It didn’t take long. Alora and Effie were immediately led away and back to the station as the lead officer called the FBI.

“They arrested him,” Effie said to Alora at dinner. A month had passed, but Effie felt like it had been a year. Repeated police interrogations and depositions for both her and Alora. Alora as the “psychic” was grilled ceaselessly about how she knew what she knew. She had perfected her flat stare and perfect delivery of “I commune with the dead” with the perfect amount of gravitas. Effie told her repeatedly how proud she was at how Alora weathered it all. 

“I saw,” Alora said over a bite of orange chicken. “Rat bastard. What took them so long?”

“It took some time to get the DNA from that cigarette and ID him. And he’s a long-haul trucker. I think it just took them that long to just catch up with him.”

“I heard the medical examiner couldn’t believe how well Tina’s body was preserved.”

“Like medical-mystery couldn’t believe,” Effie said.

“What can I say,” Tracy said. “I aged well.”

“Well, you had some help from your family,” Alora said to the ghost sitting between her and her mom.

“A-Force,” Tracy smiled.

“Fair.”

“Is there any fear that Trenton is going to, you know…” Effie canted her head to the side and stuck out her tongue. 

“Pull an Epstein?” Alora finished.

“Let’s just say we’re taking turns watching him now,” Tracy said. 

“I’m glad you got to stick around, Tracy,” Alora said.

“Well, who’s going to help you with your whole communing with the dead thing?”

Alora blushed, “Yeah, well… it was a fun line to say.”

“Oh, no, I’m actually serious,” Tracy said. “Hanging around with Tina and me? If you start seeing people who aren’t really there… it’s a thing….”

31 Ghosts 2020 – October 6: Old Friend, New Places

I intended to finish the story tonight, but it got away from me. You don’t necessarily need to have read last night’s story in order to understand this one.

“Mom, promise you won’t be mad,” Alora said leading her mom down the hallway.

“Honey, I can’t promise that until I see what it is,” Effie said nervously.

“Okay, but just promise.”

“Alora, what’s going on?”

They reached the bathroom and Alora stood in front of the closed door. “Okay, just prepare yourself, mom…”

“Alora, did you flush those ‘flushable wipes’ again? I told you they’re not really flushable and the septic system will choke on those like a –

“Mom!” Alora interrupted. “Focus, okay?”

Effie took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay, honey,” she said calmly, “What is it?”

Alora opened the door to the dark bathroom and stepped inside.

Effie peered around the bathroom. No puddling water on the floor. Sink looks empty… Did Alora actually pick up?

“Hi Effie,” came the voice from the mirror.

The voice cut through Effie to a part of her soul she’d buried so long ago. “Tracy?” She said turning towards the mirror. Seeing her face glowing in the mirror, Effie said, “Holy shit.”

“Heh, Al, I told you she’d swear! You owe me ten bucks!”

“You were right,” Alora told her.

“Wait,” Effie said suddenly overwhelmed with questions. “Tracy? You’re dead. Alora? How do you know Tracy? Or… Tracy’s ghost? Tracy, why are you in my bathroom mirror? Alora, why are you betting with ghosts. No… why are you betting at all? Jesus Christ…” she put her hand to the bridge of her nose.

Neither ghost nor girl said anything.

When she took her hand away from her face Alora could see tears streaming down her mom’s face. “Goddamnit, Tracy! What happened to you? I searched for you for years!”

“I know, Eff, I know you did. I couldn’t reach out.”

“How are you in my mirror?!” She turned to Alora, “Alora, why is my dead friend in the bathroom mirror?!”

“Mom,” Alora said patiently, “Just calm down…”

“Al’s right, Eff, just chill, okay?”

“You don’t get to disappear, show up fifteen years later in my fucking bathroom mirror and tell me to chill!” Effie pointed at the glowing figure in the mirror.

“Language, mom!” Alora reprimanded.

“And you,” Effie turned to Alora in full, raging Mom mode, “Please explain to me how you came to meet a ghost and how that ghost ended up in our bathroom!”

Alora stood rooted to the floor, searching for where to start. The silence was interrupted by a stifled laugh.

“What is so funny?” Effie turned back to the ghost in the mirror.

“Your mom voice,” she said, smiling. “It sounds funny, but I knew you’d make a good mom.”

Effie tried to take deep breaths to calm herself.

“Last night at Madison’s house we played ‘Bloody Mary’ up in their attic bathroom,” Alora explained. “Tracy showed up as this bloody skull. You should have seen Emma scream!” she laughed.

“Alora, that’s not nice…” her mom chided. Then under her breath, “I hope she wet herself.”

“Mom!”

Tracy laughed at the comment. “Eff, you should have seen your daughter. Those other girls scattered! Al here? Cool as a cucumber. She startled me, truth be told!”

“Nice, Alora! Wait, Tracy, what were you doing haunting the Rutherford’s place?”

“That place wasn’t there when I was killed.”

Effie thought to herself, “that’s true… that whole neighborhood is only about ten years old… Wait, you were killed?”

“Well, I’m not haunting your mirror because it’s more convenient!”

“Right, okay, but… How did you get here again?”

“I invited her,” Alora said.

“Oh,” her mom said nonchalantly, “You invited a ghost back to the house. Of course. Did you happen to invite any demons? Grim Reaper? Banshees? Should I check for a poltergeist in the garden?”

“Really, mom?”

“Seriously, Eff, why would a poltergeist be in the garden? What’s it going to do throw carrots at you?”

“It makes about as much goddamn sense as my dead friend showing up in my bathroom mirror, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, okay, you’ve got a point,” Tracy nodded.

“Tracy,” Effie turned to the mirror, “What happened to you?”

“I was killed.”

“Killed?”

“Yeah. That fucking weasel Trenton.”

“Trenton Gabriel?”

“Yeah.”

“He was investigated for a number of killings around the country…”

“Guess who killing numero uno was? Three guesses!”

“Wait, seriously? What happened?”

“Eff… it’s kinda heavy. Do you want to get into it with Al here?”

“It’s cool,” Al assured her, “I listen to a ton of true crime podcasts.”

“You do?” Tracy asked.

“You do?” Effie asked. Then amended, “Of course you do…”

“You did promise we could go see the ‘Small Town Murder’ guys when they start touring again, mom.”

“I thought they were a band.”

“Pretty good name for a band,” Tracy nodded.

Alora rolled her eyes.

“You know I wasn’t doing too well those last years,” Tracy started.

“I thought you were getting better. You were sober for… well, some of the time…”

Tracy gave her a sad smile. “I love you for that,” she said her eyes glassing over. She sniffled and started again, “I was really Jonesing that night. I went to the Pig Pen – that bar out on 99. Is that still there?”

Effie shook her head, “grease fire, I heard. Never reopened.”

“Shit place anyway. I was working this guy I knew was holding. He wasn’t giving up, though. I went to the bathroom and when I came out Trent stopped me and said he could help me out. He was a weird dude in high school and hadn’t improved any.”

“I never gave him a thought after we graduated until the FBI came around a couple years ago.”

“I wouldn’t have gone with him but, Eff…” Tracy’s eyes tracked to the floor. “I was in a bad way. Shit, Eff… I’m so sorry…”

“Tracy, it’s okay. What happened?”

“He said it was back at his house. I followed him outside into the parking lot and… he hit me. I was out. Next thing I know I’m tied up in what I assume was his house. He was going on about how he loved me in high school. He’d been keeping an eye on me since I came back after dropping out of college. How I wasn’t… what’d he say? I wasn’t pure. But…” she trailed off. “…He could save me.”

“Save you?” Effie said.

“She’s so getting killed here,” Alora said.

“Alora!”

“Sorry!” she held up her hands. “The killers always say something crazy like that before…”

“Yeah,” Tracy interrupted. She swallowed hard. “It wasn’t fast. It wasn’t easy. It wasn’t pretty. I… I left my body before he was done. Hovered above. I could see myself screaming, but I wasn’t there anymore…”

“Shit, Tracy,” Effie said softly.

“File under: things you didn’t know human beings could do to other human beings,” Tracy said quietly.

Effie shook her head. Alora sat on the closed toilet.

“Tracy,” Effie started, “Do you know what happened to your body?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Can you take us there?”

“No, Eff, I can’t… I don’t want you to see…”

“Tracy, you’re my friend,” her voice broke and she let the tears fall uninterrupted. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you!”

“Oh Eff, no one could. You really tried….”

“But I didn’t succeed. Let me help you by getting your body proper rest. I promised your mom before she died I wouldn’t stop looking for you.”

Tracy was quiet for long moments. “Okay,” she said softly.

31 Ghosts 2020 – October 5: Bloody Mary

“Alright, girls,” Madison’s mom, Janet stood in front of the television. “You’ve got pizza, treats, sodas… I think you’re set!”

“Thanks Mom!” Madison said appreciatively. Then added “Can we please start the new season of The Worst Witch now?!”

“Okay, okay! I’m going to get out of your hair! If you need anything, Tom and I are downstairs, okay?”

“Yes, mom!”

“Okay! Have fun!” and Janet beat a hasty retreat downstairs flicking the lights off so only the glow of the enormous television lit the room.

Giggling and whispers started as the trademark Netflix “Ba-bong” rang out. But no sooner had the black silhouette of a witch on a broom cross the orange moon than Madison hit pause and stood in front of the television facing them.

“Girls,” she said solemnly. “There is something very serious I have to tell you that I have not mentioned before to any of you…”

The four girls practically held their breath.

“My house… is… haunted!”

Hailey howled, “No waaaaaay!

Olivia’s eyes grew bigger than her glasses and the color drained from her face.

Emma rolled her eyes, “Madie, for reals?!”

Alora kept her arms crossed in front of her, nodded, and said “Cool,” quietly to herself.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” Madison said to no one and everyone. “I’m serious!”

“There’s no such thing as ghosts!” Emma said earnestly.

“Yes there are!” Madison said.

“Have you seen a ghost?” Olivia asked nervously.

“Well, I haven’t seen a ghost—”

“See!” Emma said. “Not real.”

“I haven’t seen a ghost, but I’ve felt them. Cold spots. I hear someone upstairs in the attic guest room at night when there’s no one there. And there’s footsteps on the stairs…”

“That’s probably your over-protective mom looking in on her baby,” Emma said.

“Is not!” Madison said defensively. “Stop being mean!”

“Stop lying about ghosts!” Emma pushed.

“If Madison says it’s haunted,” Hailey started but Emma cut her off.

“Then she’s lying to scare you.”

Madison’s mouth hung agape and she looked like she was about to cry.

“Why don’t you shut it, you cow,” Alora spoke up. She’d heard a woman on a BBC show her mom watched call another woman a cow in such a way that it seemed to Alora to cut deeper than any curse word could. She had looked it looked up British women calling each other cows on YouTube and studied their emphasis for the perfect effect. Judging from Emma’s mouthless stare she fired perfectly. “If Madie says it’s haunted it’s haunted. It’s her house. We’re just guests. You don’t have to be daft about it.” Another BBC-ism – daft – she wasn’t sure she quite nailed it, but no one else in the room had even heard the word daft, so she was pretty sure she was good on that one.

Emma was turning red in the face and getting ready to unleash a barrage on Alora when Hailey, the peacemaker, spoke up. “Come on, guys, let’s just watch the show, okay? Ghosts or no ghosts we’ve got witches,” she said the last word with a lilt and a little shoulder shake she hoped would puncture the pressure that had built up in the house.

“Hailey’s right,” Olivia said. “Madison, thank you for warning us about potential paranormal activity. But let’s watch Mildred!”

“I just wanted to let you know,” Madison said, then quickly pressed play and sat down.

Emma leaned over towards Alora and whispered, “This isn’t over. You’re only here because your mom and Janet are friends. None of us even like you.”

Alora gave Emma her best Wednesday Addams blank stare (practiced that, too) and said finally, “’This isn’t over’?” She mimicked, “Emma, go back to your side of the couch, think of something genuinely original, then come back and try again, okay?”

Emma rolled her eyes and shook her head and turned exasperated towards the screen.

Alora, too, turned to watch the first episode of season 4. But she wondered why Madie’s parents had the AC on so high. It was freezing!

Two hours and four episodes later, Madison declared break time as she hit stop before Netflix switched to episode 5, “The Forbidden Tree”. Olivia leapt from her seat and raced to the bathroom, “Too many Cokes!”

The other girls laughed.

“You know, Madison,” Emma started with the subtlety of a venomous snake. “I’ve been thinking… there is a way to settle this whole haunted thing.”

“Gladatorial combat?” Elora said.

“You’re so weird,” Emma said dismissively. “You said you heard someone upstairs in the attic?”

“A few times,” Madison confirmed.

“Then let’s all go up there…”

“Fine, we can go up there,” Madison started to agree but was cut off.

“And do ‘Bloody Mary’ in the bathroom there!” Emma’s eyes looked positively devilish. Or at least Emma clearly thought they did.

Now it was Alora’s turn to roll her eyes.

“Emma, no, we shouldn’t—” Madison started.

“Scared, I get it,” Emma said. “Probably no ghosts anyway…”

“What would that prove?” Hailey asked. “Everyone knows ‘Bloody Mary’ is just an urban legend.”

“So you’re afraid too, okay…”

“What’d I miss?” Olivia said coming back in.

“Emma wants us to go upstairs and do ‘Bloody Mary’ in the haunted bathroom upstairs,” Alora filled her in.

“Noooooooope!” Olivia said at once and in the most incontrovertible way Alora believed she’d ever heard a girl her age decry something. Alora actually had a bit of respect for Olivia.

“What’s wrong,” Emma baited, “Scared Olivia?”

“Yep,” She said simply. “Have fun.”

Emma didn’t have a comeback for that, so she turned on the others. “What about you guys? Are you too scared of supposed ghosts, too?”

“I’m game,” Alora said.

“No one’s asking you,” Emma sneered.

“Actually, you literally just asked me…”

“I’ll go if Madison goes,” Hailey said, taking her friend’s hand.

That gesture seemed to inject Madison with fresh bravado. “Okay,” she said, “Let’s go.”

“I’ll keep the couch warm!” Olivia waved at the girls heading upstairs as she took another piece of pizza.

Madison crested the stairs first, opened the door to the attic room and quickly turned the lights on. Hailey, Emma, and Alora followed her into the tidy room. The wall opposite them canted in mirroring the roof, but otherwise the relatively small, spare space was mostly taken up by primly made-up queen bed. Beyond the bed, the door to the dark bathroom bumped against the door stop.

“What was that?” Hailey asked nervously.

“Probably just the air pressure when we opened the door,” Emma said. “Definitely not a ghost because ghosts aren’t real, and Madison is making this all up.” She crossed the room and stood in front of the bathroom. “Well? Let’s do this!”

The other girls followed her into the bathroom. Then Emma closed the door, plunging the bathroom into darkness.

Hailey squeaked.

“Are you ready?” Emma asked. “On three, ‘Bloody Mary’ three times, got it?”

Silence.

“One… two… three!”

And all three girls started chanting “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!”

After the third chant the four girls were silent. Nothing happened. Everyone could practically feel Emma’s “I told you so” self-righteous speech. But before Emma had started a light filled the mirror. It started as an indistinct white blob but quickly resolved into a skull with an ornate crown and blood dripping from the eye sockets.

“I AM BLOODY MARY!” the skull erupted an unnaturally high British accent. “AND I—”

The skull was clearly just warming up, but her self-declaration was all it took and Emma, Madison, and Hailey ran screaming from the bathroom.

“Oh,” The bloody skull stared after them. “Well, shit…”

“So, what? You didn’t think that was going to happen?” Alora asked.

This time the skull jumped. “Ah!” she let out a little shriek. “You didn’t run out?”

“It sounded like you had something else to say. Figured it’d be rude to run out on a bloody skull that was about to, I don’t know, announce she was going to eat our souls or something.”

“Heh,” the ghost skull chortled. “Yeah, I’m not much for the soul eating,” her voice changed from the faux-royal accent to a regular California accent. Then she laughed, “That was pretty fucking funny, though – you should have seen the look on that Emma bitch’s face!”

“Wow, language?”

“Wait, what? Are you shitting me?” the bloody skull said incredulously.

“Adults aren’t supposed to swear around kids,” Alora said because… well, it was true, right?

“Adults aren’t supposed to be dead and talking through a mirror, are they?”

Alora nodded thoughtfully, “Well, you’ve got me there…”

“Besides, please feel free to tell me the first fucking time I say a word you haven’t overheard your parents say.”

“Parent.”

“What?”

“Parent. My dad died. Maybe you know him on that side? Paul Rodriguez? About yay-tall,” Alora held her hand up. “Bald. Great sense of humor. I miss his laugh…”

“Jesus Christ, kid, that’s goddamned rough…” The bloody skull looked sad, or as sad as a bloody skull could look. “Wait, Paul Rodriguez? Did he grow up here?”

“Yeah. He and my mom both – he went to Elmsdale high and she went to Trinity.”

“Holy shit! He was friends with my little brother!”

Alora raised an eyebrow. “Look, I was only ten when he died, but I’m pretty sure if he was friends with Bloody Mary’s brother I’d have heard about it…”

The bloody skull let out a hearty laugh at that. “Sorry, kid, sorry!” She shook her skull face and the bloody skull in the mirror was replaced by a twenty-something woman with strawberry blonde hair and fair skin that made the wrinkles under her eyes seem far too old for far too young a face. “I’m obviously not Bloody Mary. But I couldn’t let that shit pass by, right? I’m Tracy.”

“I’m Alora. Nice to meet you, Tracy.”

“Alora?” Tracy cocked her head. “That’s a hell of a name. What’s your mom’s name?”

“Effie.”

“You are shitting me.”

“Never shit a ghost,” Alora said, the curse word feeling comfortable despite its forbiddance.

“Heh,” Tracy snorted. “I like you, Al,” she said.

Alora had never had a nickname. Well, her dad called her Allie, but he was the only one. And he was gone, so that didn’t count. “Al.” She could live with that.

“Your mom is Euphemia fucking Rivers!”

“How did you know that?”

“First, how many Euphemias are there in the state of California? Like for all time?! Second, how many Effie’s went to Trinity?!” Tracy took in a deep breath and slowly let it out. “She was my friend. One of the few.”

“Small world… and afterlife!” Alora said. “Tracy?”

“Yeah, Al?”

“I don’t want to be rude, but I’m a pariah as it is. If I don’t get back to them… I don’t even know….”

“They’re idiots, Al.”

“Yeah, and they’re the idiots I have to go to school with. Can we talk later? Can you… I don’t know transfer to the mirror at my house?”

“It doesn’t work that way. I can’t just… well, actually… that might work… Okay, when you get home go to your mirror and invite me.”

“Bloody Mary again?”

“No, Al, my name. Tracy Allen.”

“That’s a lot less creepy.”

“Agreed. Oh, and Al? Nice one with calling Emma a cow. That shit was on fire.”

Alora felt her cheeks flush with the compliment and managed, “Thanks Tracy. I’ll see you!”

Alora went back downstairs and the hushed conversations ceased when she entered.

“Alora!” Hailey ran up to her and hugged her. “We thought you died or something!”

I wasn’t worried if you had,” Emma said contemptuously. “What happened? Peed yourself?”

“Nah,” Alora said nonchalantly, “Just chatted with the ghost. She’s pretty cool.”

Silence.