Part 4: "My Haunted Life"
She had bone-white hair and a pale face. Her age was hard to determine. I do remember thinking that she was kind of attractive. Kind of like Morticia from the “Adams Family.” Our eyes meet and she smiled a smile that seemed to imply familiarity. Her eyes were a steel blue that seemed to pierce into the soul of whoever was caught in their gaze. It seemed as though she were looking right into my very heart.
Suddenly I felt cold, boney fingers cover my eyes. A soft female voice whispered in my ear. “Guess who?”
I looked Charlotte in the eye hoping that she would let me in on the joke. She only shrugged her shoulders and nodded in the woman’s direction. I took a deep breath to steady myself and gather my resolve. Then I stood and walked a few paces to a chair that she had pulled up close to hers.
|"Her Eyes Were a Steel Blue that |
Seemed to Pierce into the Soul of
Whoever Was Caught in Their Gaze."
“OK.” I slowly lowered myself into the chair.” And you say your name is Evie?” I asked, as bewildered as I could possibly be.
“Yes, my name is Evie. I’m a little disappointed that you don’t remember me,” she said with a twinkle in her eyes. “But then it has been a few hundred years.”
“Excuse me?” I almost choked. “You must have me confused with someone else.”
“OK, enough is enough. What is this? You going to give me your business card and tell me to come by for a reading?” I retorted with agitation building in my voice. “Well, no thanks…I’m sorry that you have wasted your time.”
|"I noticed a woman standing |
by the bar looking at me."
I sat up ramrod straight and looked her dead in the eye. If she lied to me or tried to spin me a yarn, I would know. I have always known when people were lying. In truth, most people are terrible liars. They might think they can lie, but they just don’t seem to get it right. Much like poker, there are many tells. A person that is being honest doesn’t have to think about them. They are free to answer. Those that seek to deceive have to think about a great many things and in the end, they will always slip up.
I nodded for her to proceed. “Go ahead.”
“Yes, I see it in you. I’m surer now than ever.” She shook her head and laughed to herself. “You still have the fire in you. I can see it right behind your eyes.” She pointed at my face “Tell me, do you still sleep with your eyes open?”
I can only imagine the look on my face. Only my family knew that secret. I stuttered and stammered but made no real reply.
“I see it on your face. I’m right.” She looked very smug as she wrapped her arms around her shoulders. “It feels good to be right. “