Carol Anne Freeling/A Strange Infantile Feeling/The Conduit

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"My sweet little angel...don't fight this. Don't fight your destiny to be one of us. Come close, dear...let Mommy give you a kiss--there there...leave him behind. He still has cleaning to do." 

"But I--" "Come home...he wishes it, we wish it...we want it. We want it bad.



"Lo que has estado haciendo es distraerme de la investigación! ¿Por qué soy el único que se siente caliente y molestado cuando me habla? Or are there others who have felt your pull and cannot explain for fear of mental illness that you've went and..."

Silence, as she blinked for a moment or two, the pencil and notebook half-opened as she skimmed through the scant things I had scribbled down in it. 

"Oh no...I should have turned it into an apocalyptic log or something...it's so askew and probably, mostly, innovatively wrong, dammit..."

Another smile, a playful pout before they shut the book and tossed it around like a baseball before a big game or a bored football player punting a football.

"WeLL WeLL WeLL, WhAt Do We HaVe HeRe? YOu'Re STUdYiNg Us? HOw QuAint. HOW VeRy QuAint InDEED...MAY I inQuiRe WhY?"

"Note to self--write explanation later. Uhhhhhh...I don't exactly know, sir, but I really need that back--it's for important...poltergeist research! Yeah, poltergeist research. They're all around my house and man are they playful! Very noisy, like to knock stuff down and--you're not buying it?"

The smile became more or less a smirk now, as Thérèse caressed the notebook in her hands.  

"Le di una inyección, no vaya a respirar por mi cuello, ¿de acuerdo? Pero ... me alegra que esté interesado en lo que tengo hasta ahora...I'm actually surprised you like it. Or do you? Maybe?"

My head had started pounding like a drunkard under the spell of the green fairy, struggling to regain some sort of mental control as I was being puppeteered by...another angel? Someone.


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