Monday, March 17

I was at a wake. Someone I knew had died, but not someone in my family. At the wake, I ran into an old high school classmate's mother. I said hello. She was surprised to see me and said hello back.

I asked her about her son--Lawrence--and where he was.

She said he was gone and asked me into another room to explain.

I walked with her into a lavish room. I sat on a bed while she looked at herself in the mirror and made herself ready. She had huge hair and a colorful dress.
She came into the room and I immediately knew she was up to no good. She was a vampire witch, I knew, and out for my blood.

I struggled to get out of the room and she followed me. I asked everyone at the wake to leave and she slammed doors and closed off hallways just by moving her hand. She laughed and I knew she had me.

I turned towards her and moved my hands in the same way. I was surprised to see I could push her back and close doors too.

I opened doors instead. I let my aunts out of the wake and plead with my mother to leave too. They didn't need to be there. I could hear Sandra (that was her name) pounding on the other side of a door. My mother and everyone else had made it out to the garden and I had waved the gate out onto the street open.
Something told me, it seemed, that once out in the street we'd be protected from the woman's power.

They all exited, as did I and the woman burst from the house towards us. She was in a rage. BUT once she stepped out onto the street she was fine. She said bye to us and we did the same. We walked off in different directions and I knew we were safe from her.