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Milanda Is No Longer Alone

Milanda keeps the voice to herself; she likes the keening of it. The wails keep her on her toes, as the poltergeist rules her. The shudders are drawn, and there are ghoulish shadows. This is as it must be the poltergeist whispers in spook voice. Milanda’s parents are alarmed, they take her to a psychiatrist. He prescribes lithium which she pretends to take. Ha Ha. For they are not going to take her demon girl from her. She has a life now fashioned against all of their principals. She is eager to find out about the darkness of the world. The poltergeist moves her on demonic strings. She resists in no way, glad to blame another for her antics. She used to be on her own, but now there are two of her. What is happening? Her mother asks. Talk to me. She is the enemy the demon girl hisses. She nods, understanding. It is the two of us against all of these others. They paint the room black. Lie in the bed, whispering things that would alarm the girl’s parents. Her father comes in to speak to her. She is annoyed beyond her threshold. How dare he act like things are normal, when he was the one who split her. His antics are what drove her to develop a demon girl in the first place. She sends him out, consternated, not understanding his princess at all. At least he did not touch us, the demon girl poltergeist says. Milanda had hoped that he would. She is feeling strong and savage now. She would have torn him apart, gnashed him with her teeth. She would be glad to destroy him as he had destroyed her trust years ago.

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Date: 10/26/2020 5:42:00 AM
Damn... this one is so dark and disturbing.. wow...
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 10/26/2020 4:46:00 PM
Every once in a while I let my dark disturbing side out for a glimpse of daylight but rarely so I appreciate that you recognize the infrequency of her allowance to speak.

Book: Shattered Sighs