So I’ve been asked by Gwen to host and share some of my paranormal case files for the A-Z Challenge.
Jameson, a smile pasted on his bulbous head, served drinks. The boys and I chose to stick with water. Gazing around the big hall, I was amazed by the lavish décor, so different than the last time we were there. A huge, candlelit chandelier hung near the center of the room. Candlelit sconces lined the walls. Even so, the cotillion hall was brighter than the candlelight warranted. I reminded myself that though we’d been here for half an hour, it was probably just a nanosecond in real time. I scanned the room for Shadow People and noted for the first time that there were quite a number of them moving along the walls and floors.
“Excuse me, I believe the next dance is mine.” The three-armed dude—what was his name? Krispin—hovered over me.
“Oh!” Startled, I looked at the dance card attached to my wrist. Krispin’s name was scribbled next to the third dance, a waltz. “I’m not sure I can…”
“I am an expert dancer, Miss Eady. Just follow my lead.” He smiled down into my face, totally creeping me out.
“Well. Okay then.” My two left feet and I followed him onto the dance floor. Once I got the hang of it, it was quite fun, and Krispin was indeed a wonderful dancer. I enjoyed myself until one of his hands began to wander down a bit low on my backside. Still, he continued to smile into my face.
“Mr. Krispin, if your hand wanders any further I shall be forced to scream the house down,” I said, returning his creepy smile.
“Oh I beg your pardon, Miss Eady. With three hands, it’s sometimes awkward knowing what to do with the unoccupied one.”
Creepy smile still pasted to his face, the wayward hand began to wander again. I frowned and considered stomping on his foot. But that didn’t work well will ghosts. But if he thought it might actually hurt…
“Pardon me. May I cut in?” said Badger politely.
Krispin turned and scowled at Badger. “I say, if you want to dance with the young lady, then sign her dance card.” Annoyance slid from his tongue. “This is my dance.” He turned back to me.
“And I say,” said Badger, “that I would gladly relieve you of one of your arms should one of them become too—what was the word?—awkward.” He grasped my hand, muttering “Flippin’ Tosser,” as he led me off the dance floor.
It started with Krispin, but the rest of the evening just got more and more interesting. You'll have to wait to find out what happened, though, for when more A-Z links are posted.
Dare I ask if you've ever danced with a three-armed dude?
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