I was about ready to sit down again to study when Rafael drove up the street in his expensive Bentley.
Grace stopped mid-sentence and began to wave vigorously.
Rafael’s window zipped down and he waved with a polite smile. Even from the kitchen, I could see he was wearing the blue-patterned eye shadow again today.
It was perversely fun to watch Ellison’s mouth drop open.
Chuckling a little, I returned to my books.
Chapter Five - Halloween
Halloween arrived, along with an endless supply of rain. Neelu had been right. The weather in Seattle was definitely shifting toward the gray side. But nothing could dampen my mood. I was fairly pleased with myself. I’d gotten my first C in Math. I still had solid D’s in Science, but I was working on it.
Betty decorated the house for Halloween and bought bags of lollipops for the trick-or-treaters, but at the last minute, she and Al received an invitation to a Halloween party and Grace decided to tag along. I volunteered to stay home and hand out candy to the endless parade of witches, pirates, and celebrity look-a-likes. I didn’t like dressing up and attending parties. Besides, Jerry and I enjoyed staying home by ourselves.
I hung out at the kitchen table and let Jerry poke around the empty candy wrappers to sniff around for fun. I tossed a few peanuts into the candy bowl and let him sniff around in the mix to find them, always remembering to remove him before offering the candy to the kids. Somehow, I didn’t think they would appreciate seeing a mouse crawl all over their candy, but I thought it was funny, and I was sure Jerry was cleaner than most of their fingers, anyway.
Each time someone would knock on the door, I’d open it up with a cackle or witchy laugh. It was great fun and I ended up going through almost all of the candy by the second hour. It was surprising, because Betty had gotten quite a few big bags of the stuff. I was poking around in her Ebay area for other cheap things to distribute when I heard a sharp rap on the door.
Scooping Jerry out of the bowl, I prepared my evil laugh and opened the door.
The cackle died on my lips.
A tall, lean young man with long black hair lounged against the porch railing, just outside the circle of porch light. I couldn’t see his face very well. His shirt, pants, and knee-length boots were all black as well as his magician’s cape with a huge twelve-inch collar. A live white pigeon perched on his shoulder.
The bird turned its head to the side and fixed me with a baleful stare that made the hair on my neck stand up.
Suddenly, I felt afraid. I leaned back and said loudly over my shoulder to the empty room, “Yes, Dad, I’ll be right there.”
The young man just watched me and I had a feeling he knew I was bluffing. He dipped his hand in his pocket, withdrew a coin, and began to flip it over his knuckles.
We stared at each other for several interminable seconds, and then he stepped into the light and I could see a smirk on his lips. His eyes were bright blue and rimmed with black eye shadow in a way that reminded me of Rafael.
“Here’s your candy,” I said, shoving a lollipop at him before deciding to slam the door in his face.
He was faster than I was. He blocked the door with his arm and was partially inside before he stated, rather than asked, “May I come in ...”
“No!” I swallowed. A wave of fear rushed through me. I tried to slam the door, but he kept his arm there, forcing it to remain open. I know I must have hurt him, but he didn’t even blink.
“Who is it, Sydney?”
I almost jumped out of my skin to hear Rafael’s voice coming from behind me. I whirled to see him casually stepping toward me from the living room. Ajax, his Doberman, prancing at his side.
The dark-haired stranger tensed.
The white pigeon made a squawking sound and ruffled its feathers.
Ajax growled.
Rafael locked gazes with the young man for what felt like an eternity and then, without a word, the stranger whirled on his heel and strode away into the darkness.
My knees suddenly felt weak and I would have collapsed if Rafael hadn’t caught my arm. He locked the door, half-carried me to the kitchen, and gently pushed me onto a chair.
“Who was that—” I began, but cut myself short upon spying Rafael’s appearance.
He was dressed in the oddest Halloween costume I’d ever seen. It was a creation of scarves and feathers artistically arranged over a silvery-glittered bodysuit of some kind. One sleeve was missing to draw attention to his well-muscled arm. His hair was standing on end in an almost two-foot radius from his head, interwoven with a fantastic array of feathers. Silver streaks adorned his eyes along with heavy black eyeliner. I couldn’t decide if he looked like he’d just stepped out of a masked ball or an over-the-top rock concert.
Ajax yawned and it was then that I noticed he sported glitter on his muzzle.
“He won’t come back,” Rafael was saying. “There is no need to worry.”
I just stared at them, but then suddenly frowned. A shiver ran down my spine. “How did you get in here?” I asked.
“I thought everyone had gone to the party, but then I saw the back door wide open and came in to make sure all was well,” he replied easily enough.
I began to nod, but then caught myself and insisted, “But I was home giving out candy!” I also knew quite well that I had closed and locked the back door.
“Were you? I hadn’t noticed.” He leaned against the kitchen table and looked down at me from under long, black lashes. “I was in the greenbelt. I just wanted to make sure the house was safe. We are neighbors, after all.”
My frown deepened. I knew he was lying. I was pretty sure he knew that I knew it too, but I didn’t want to press the fact. I was grateful that he had shown up when he did. Just thinking of that stranger gave me chills. “Who was he?” My voice caught a little.
“No one important,” he said. “He won’t come back here.”
There was a hard edge to his voice and I knew I wasn’t getting any more out of him.
At that moment, Jerry decided to wiggle out of my pocket and crawl across the kitchen table.
“I was just going to ask you how Jerry has fared of late.” Rafael’s handsome face broke into a charismatic smile as he held out a long finger and Jerry hopped onto it. Then he looked at me and added, “Forgive my rudeness, I meant to ask how you have been as well.”
I stared at him. Fared? Who talked like that? I found myself asking, “Where are you from?”
He didn’t reply immediately. He concentrated on gently petting Jerry’s head, smiling down at the mouse for several long moments before quietly asking, “May I know why you ask that?”
I suddenly felt nervous. “Well, it’s just the way you talk, you know. It’s just …”
“Yes?” He prompted gently, his eyes still focused on the mouse.
“Stilted. Odd. I mean, foreign. Kind of British, I guess.” It wasn’t true. I actually thought he kind of sounded like he was from a seventeenth century novel—though at the moment he looked a bit like a rock star crossed with an alien—but I couldn’t bring myself to say that.
“Ah, I see,” he replied, his alluring gray eyes studying mine carefully. “I’m from many places.”
I waited, expecting him to continue, but he didn’t.
Instead, he tickled Jerry under the chin, handed him back to me, and said, “I must be going then. Be well.”
As if he understood, Ajax dutifully wagged his tail stub at me. I followed Rafael toward the door, not really wanting to be alone in case that stranger did come back.
There was a knock and I jumped.
Rafael sent me warm smile of reassurance and opened the door.
Harmony stood on the porch, along with whom I had assumed were Zelphie and Marquis. They were all dressed in scarves and feathers of various colors with heavy makeup. All of them looked at Rafael in open concern.
“Everything is fine,” Rafael assured them quickly. He moved his fingers in several qu
ick motions and they all visibly relaxed.
Zelphie turned her attention to me. “I’ve been remiss in introducing myself to you, child,” she said, her eyes crinkling with friendliness. “I beg your forgiveness.”
She was tall and thin, her eyes were the same gray as Rafael’s. In fact, she looked very much like him, but it could have been all the feathers, scarves, and silver eye shadow.
“This is Zelphie, my mother.” Rafael bowed a little at her before bowing in the same manner to Marquis. “And this is my father, Marquis.”
Marquis was different. I don’t know what it was about him that made my flesh crawl, but it did. He didn’t seem related to Rafael at all. He was smaller, almost delicate looking, with a wispy mustache and eyes that I didn’t trust.
“I’m Sydney,” I said, holding out my hand a bit uncomfortably.
They both stared at my hand for several seconds before understanding dawned in their eyes. They both hurried to shake it at once. The whole affair was very awkward.
“Then I must be going.” Rafael bowed at me a little and joined his family on the porch.
“It was nice meeting you,” I said, hanging on the door. I really didn’t want to be left alone.
I watched them walk across the street, through a small cloud of mist in the center of the road, and into their house before I closed the door, locked it, and turned off the porch light.
I was done with giving out candy.
I made a pass through the house and checked the locks on all the doors and windows. I nearly tripped over Tigger snoring in the hall. I shook my head. Some guard dog he was. Jerry offered more protection than he did.
I opened my bedroom door and flipped on the light. I jumped a little. There were wisps of mist in my room. Beads of moisture ran down the mirror. My room looked like a sauna. Why was it so humid all of a sudden? Frowning, I dumped Jerry in his cage.
There had been mist on the street as well. That was understandable; it was a cold, drizzly day. But I couldn’t brush off the fact that I was seeing mist in my room even though the window was closed.
Suddenly, I recalled the Stealth-Twig.
I flew to the kitchen, my heart pounding. I rewound the tape and started watching. There were tons of kids skipping on the street, all dressed in their costumes. I fast-forwarded it to where the stranger appeared.
He stood in front of the house, studying it for some time and staring almost directly into the camera for a good couple of minutes before moving toward the porch and outside of the camera’s view. Several minutes passed, when he was apparently tormenting me at the door, and then I saw him walking back into the view of the camera. He paused in the middle of the street, looking angry, making a disturbing chopping motion with his hand as the bird ruffled its feathers from its perch on his shoulder.
On tape, he looked vaguely familiar, but I didn’t know why. He was such a bizarre character that I was sure I had never seen him before. I watched him, searching my memory for any clue as to why I thought I knew him, when it happened.
He simply disappeared.
Where he had been drifted puffs of white mist.
Chapter Six - What Are They?
I rewound the tape and watched him disappear into thin air and a cloud of mist pop up at least a dozen times before Al and Betty came home. Grace had decided to stay the night with some friends.
My mind was screaming that what I was seeing on tape was impossible. Were they really vanishing? Or had they turned into clouds of mist?
Still in shock, I waited for Al to take off his costume. He had dressed up as General Patton, so it didn’t take long for him to remove the replica Purple Heart and row of medals pinned to his fatigues.
“Take a look at this tape.” I cleared my throat and shoved the screen his way as he sat down.
“Did we get something?” His eyes lit up. He rubbed his hands in anticipation.
I managed a grunt.
I sat across the table, watching his face as he viewed the video. When he got to the part where the stranger disappeared, he frowned. His thick brows burrowed into a trench as he rewound the tape several times.
I felt an ominous chill sweep through me.
“Well,” he finally said, leaning back and folding his arms. “This only means one thing!”
“What?” I croaked. My heart was pounding.
He got up, still frowning. “This camera is defective! It’s already dropping the signal. I can’t believe that they’d actually try to market this as top-rated spy equipment! From now on, I’m only buying equipment made in the U.S. of A!”
I watched him stalk to the living room, calling for Betty to look up the return policy on the Stealth-Twig, but I knew he was mistaken. There was nothing wrong with the camera.
The stranger had really disappeared.
I watched the video several more times before Al came back to pack it away. Apparently, he had to mail it the next morning to get his money back.
Escaping to my room and still in a daze, I sat down on the bed, listening to the soft squeaks of Jerry’s hamster wheel. Gradually, my numbness wore off and I grabbed my science notebook. Finding a blank page, I wrote down the question What are they? And underneath that, I jotted down A cloud of mist appears after they disappear.
That meant Harmony had disappeared in the greenbelt incident, as improbable as it sounded.
I brushed aside questions of my sanity and kept on writing.
They talk strangely because they aren’t human was my next sentence.
Jerry began to run in earnest, making his cage vibrate and inch across the dresser. I watched his little feet zooming along and then a new thought struck me.
And then I wrote They can talk to animals or read their minds.
That would definitely explain how Rafael had known Jerry’s name.
I shivered.
How many of them were there? Were they aliens? If they could disappear, what else could they do?
I eyed the list again. Using this logic, the fact that my room had been drenched in moisture meant that Rafael had materialized in my bedroom. He hadn’t needed a door.
I did panic then.
Stuffing my notebook into my backpack, I left my room and found Betty and Al.
“Anyone want to watch a movie?” I asked. My voice was a little high-pitched. I didn’t want to be alone.
Betty looked up and smiled. “Sure, honey.”
Since he had to work in the morning, Al declined. Telling us both good night, he went to bed.
I found some random movie on TV and sat next to Betty, but within the hour, she was snoring softly with her feet propped up on the coffee table.
I couldn’t sleep. I stayed up all night. Feeling a little guilty about not waking Betty up to go to bed, I got her a blanket and covered her up on the couch. I couldn’t bring myself to wake her up. I didn’t want to be alone.
When I heard Al’s alarm clock buzz, I went to the kitchen and started his coffee.
He didn’t say much when he came into the kitchen. He wasn’t much of a morning person, but he smiled at the coffee. Picking up his packaged cameras, he left the house.
Shortly afterwards, someone dropped Grace off. As she walked up the driveway, I suddenly didn’t feel like talking to anyone. Exhausted, I stumbled to my room and lay down on the bed. Since it was daylight I felt safer, even though I knew it probably made no difference. My eyes were burning from lack of sleep, so I closed them and tried to think of what to do next. And then my thoughts faded, and I must have drifted off to sleep because when I opened my eyes again it was early evening.
“Good evening, Sleepyhead,” Betty greeted me as I entered the kitchen. “Grab a bun, honey. The hamburgers are ready.”
Grace was reading a book at the table. She looked up and gave me her customary grunt of recognition and I nodded in return.
“Did you get a lot of visitors last night?” Betty asked as she plopped a juicy burger onto my plate.
I briefly wondered if I shoul
d tell her about the dark-haired stranger, but Tigger decided to let out a bark and it distracted all of us. He rarely expended the effort to bark. I’d only heard him do it twice before, and on both occasions it was due to the fact I hadn’t given him a bite of my dinner. This time, he was staring at the front door.
Someone knocked.
Feeling a rising panic, I shivered and eyed the butcher knives as Betty made her way toward the door.
It was the FedEx man. He didn’t come nearly as often as the UPS guy did, but when he did, he always brought a doggie cookie for Tigger.
With the mystery solved, I relaxed and returned to my hamburger, watching the bloodhound munch his treat. Betty exchanged light-hearted gossip with the FedEx man as she signed for an envelope.
Grace yawned and turned the page of her book.
“It’s for you, Sydney.” Betty smiled when she returned. She tossed the cardboard envelope onto the table.
I eyed it suspiciously.
“What is it?” Grace asked after a few moments. “Aren’t you going to open it?”
Frowning a little, I pulled the tab and shook the contents out. Several glossy sheets of paper slid out onto the kitchen table. I could see big, bold letters, “Congratulations! You Have Won Two VIP Backstage Passes To Jareth!”
Grace and I squealed at the same time.
“You lucky girls!” Betty laughed, picking up the envelope to throw it away. Something fell on the floor. She picked it up and said, “Oh, there was still something in there, honey.”
It was a folded white card. I opened it up and nearly fainted.
It was a personally signed photo of Jareth.
As Grace shrieked in delight, I immediately lost all interest in seeing him.
Now I knew why the dark-haired stranger on the porch last night looked familiar. I was looking directly at him in the photo. There was no mistake. The eyes and the makeup were the same.
I was freaking out. Why would Jareth, the most famous rising rock star in the country, try to push his way into my house on Halloween?
“What is it, Sydney?” Betty asked with a note of concern. She had been watching my reaction.
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