Monday, March 28, 2005

+ Seeking Timmel-chan +

We're searching for someone. Someone who has gone mysteriously missing. After many dead-ends my dad and I end up at a place that looks strangely like my school's atrium, dark and empty. The woman we meet there is a short, plump person with large brown eyes and a nervous feeling about her... she appears to be hispanic. The woman tells us she was this missing person's mother. His name was Timmy and he disappeared shortly after seeing a friend. For someone reason I ask, "With a 'Y' or an 'I'?" to which she replies, "A 'Y'."

Almost shaking with discomfort, she instructs us to go and see the Sisters because he may be hiding out there. The mother seems to think they are evil for some reason, but we climb the stairs and enter a long hallway lit only by the exit sign at the end and small flickering lightbulbs in some doorways. It echoes and creaks and I think I hear dripping water. The very first set of doors is arranged in an indented place where two doors sit in a V shape. Both doors swing inside the rooms toward the other.

A little girl with a striped T-shirt and her blonde hair tied back (I'm sure I've seen her) peeks through her door, which is on the right. I say hello and she closes it franticly. "I won't hurt you," I say quickly and look through a hole in the door itself but she doesn't return or answer.

Feeling very hesitant and almost afraid, I knock on the left door and a woman with long straight, light blonde hair opens it. My dad asks her, "Can we see Timmel-chan?" The name change doesn't strike me as strange at that moment. The woman replies, "Chan?" and opens the door for us to enter. I immediately know she is a psychic and I am no longer scared. We enter her apartment and she takes us to what I believe is a kitchen but I don't get that far. I can't breath anymore, there is too much energy in the place. I begin to hyperventilate and I fall over onto the livingroom floor where I sit cross-legged.

My dad asks me what is wrong and the woman says to him, "No, don't. She could be getting something..." They sit on the floral couch and I start to rock back and forth.

Laurel 12:01 AM

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