by Nichole Grzych

Created on: July 18, 2011

She came abruptly awake, awake to the dust floating in the sky throughout a beam of sunshine. It was as though something odd was happening. The hours stood atop the back hair of her neck, which was beneath her short stylish haircut. Nothing was going on. Yet she was hearing a hum that did not come from the furnace or the refrigerator.

The clean freak she was brought dust inside a sunbeam from a blue curtained window to an emotion of paranoia. Sounds from childhood haunted her mind in her quiet study. She heard laughter. Daisies and the whites of dandelions let out an aroma she could almost smell in her study. Cinciti was her imaginary friend at the age of three. She use to speak tall tales to her. Cinciti use to speak of dust.

To Cinciti it came from extraterrestrial beings that were going to mother her on a ship to a more caring planet far away. As Janice pulled her arm away from the window she found a few trickles of dust on her and all the hair on her arm were standing straight as an arrow. Cinciti came to her mind again and told her the feelings were good feelings and that a beautiful ship would one day make her an earthling on a planet where that was respected.

Janice had remembered her many warnings about her mother who now lived with her. She told her Cinciti was an abnormal imaginary friend to beware of. Janice almost could see her shadow next to her sometimes and swore when she would step on it she felt a cold gust of air and had the feather duster ready to swipe all the dust that suddenly appeared on the window every time that happened.

Janice all the sudden saw a pink feather appear from out of the breeze from the now open window on the windowsill. It was about the time her mother came downstairs to check on the canaries that now were gone from their cage. A blue high-heeled pump that fit her mother’s left foot lay on the floor by the closed cage. A ghastly feeling overcame Janice’s body.

Janice’s mouth became dry and she was incapable of speaking, coughing, or whispering. The canaries were gone and a black crow was on the windowsill with the blue curtains clinging to her body like a ghastly dress. A buzzing sound overtook her and Janice’s mind was out of control. All the sudden her mother appeared with a scream and red heels on.

"I thought I told you to stay away from the window dust when cold chills filled the house," her mother sobbed. The phone rang and a friend reported that two yellow canaries flew to the heaven and turned to dust. The missing canaries’ cage was full of dust. Janice scolded herself for ever creating such an imagination that her imaginary friend caused her mother to call the newspaper with a report. There was an article the next day that a stranger was selling canaries that knew magical spells to catch and ward of evil dreams and spirits for the price of three thousand dollars for all four of them. Janice had no idea how something such paranormal could happen.

It must have been more real than she thought when she saw the latch to the back door was broken into. Nothing could tear Janice’s emotions more. She decided to finally go to a doctor to go through hypnosis. Janice’s imaginary friend just had to get a diagnosis. Paranormal phenomena happen. It is the source of fear that brings power to powerless minds. The phenomena are broken when light brings justice to a mind that was ready for change. Change was beckoning and calling for a life of normal and exciting phenomena that was from the heavens of archangels and God.

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