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That Old Black Magic!

Kitty lay awake downstairs for the first time in years, warily watching out for psychic intervention. Ever since childhood she had taken an upstairs room - most times over the 3rd floor - nearer to God, and been protected by a huge cross set under the bed.

It's funny she thought half asleep, I've been ill all day, and now I feel wide awake. And tonight i can hear children's voices coming from upstairs. "It's nearly midnight," she said aloud to the cat, and sitting up, decided to make a cuppa tea.

The cat watched her with it's shiny eyes, it was not itself either. It was sitting much closer to her than usual. The air was thick with memory, and the meanings of things past.
The voices overhead were the sounds of the playground bullies up to no good. They echo'd happily around the vaults inside her mind. Hidden rooms long ago locked were springing open. Unasked for.

"Have you got the straws ready?" said the male child who giggled.
"Yes," whispered an adult woman's voice, "Just give her time to go to sleep, then we'll drink her brain."

Kitty sighed, the memories were getting stronger, and stranger, she knew what to do... She went to the fridge and brought out the gel eye guard, which she'd left to cool down. She wrapped it gently around her head, and then brought it up to cover where her fontenelle had been. She knew the drill, this was basic 'defense against the dark arts' stuff.

She had her tea, and then crawled back into bed. The room was dark. The children crashed into silence as the door upstairs slammed too. They lived inside a cupboard. Had beds on the shelves.

About half an hour later: the noises started again upstairs, the giggles of not nice children and the rumbles from the Mother began. "Do it this way," she instructed. "it's kinda a varient on psychic surgery. It's not fair she's got talent, so we'll draw it out."
They sucked hard. The gel eye mask on its elastic bubbled and stretched.
"Ugh!" said the boy, "Tastes horrible."
"Yuck!" said the little girl, "And I haven't got any help with my homework again."

"Stay with the school," Leggings thought back, "Do what they tell you. Learn like the other kids do!"
"We can't," said the boy angrily, "We just can't!"
"It's easier this way," said the girl, "Just lie there and take it. It's not as if you're using it."
"That's wrong."Kitty thought harder - if she thought any harder it would be a crime of grevious mental violence. "It's wong to do this - this voodoo you do! And I'm wrong now too, cos you're sucking up gel goo! It'll be lumps on the brain. Dementia."
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Later she heard the Mother's voice coming from further away, "She says we're killing her. i'm a murderer!"
Another older female voice came right back, "Arn't you clever! That's another step on the way."
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Kitty scrambled out of bed again. she had another cuppa. She might as well. she knew what all this was about now. She had worked out why she had had such a bad time. She knew why they wanted to kill her now. This was training for children. The voices she could hear weren't spoken. they could do what she could or near enough through linking and mind reading.
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Legging birthday.
Kitty came round the next day, bearing a present, "Hi, it's your birthday!" she said aloud.
Leggings was amused, no one ever remembered her birthday. "Yes, I'm er 58."
"You only look 45 on a good day," said Phyliss coming in by the open front door.
"Lovely to see you both." Leggings admitted knowing she looked a mess.

"Been ill?" asked Phyliss, offering another parcel all tied up with designer string.
"Yes, I had a migraine," Leggings said opening Kitty's parcel and pulling out a fancy pair of violet leggings with chains that looped around the top of the leg. "Lovely!" she said admiring the the way the chains contrasted with the dull richness of the colour.

"I thought of you when I saw them." Kitty said happily, "So glad you like them."
"Open mine!" laughed Phyliss, "Hurry up!"
"I was going to off you both a drink," Leggings said huffily, "I was taking my time."
Kitty cracked up. "If you don't open them soon, Phyliss will self implode."

Leggings slowly unwrapped the parcel. it too was squashy. Inside the first layer was a thin layer of crispy tissue that crinkled perfectly. Nestled inside was a jacket, the same colour as the leggings, with chains that looped from the shoulder to the middle of the elbow, and complimented the leggings to a T. "Fabulous! Did you make them?"
"No," said Phyliss, "I don't get a high demand for Leggings. I'm afraind it's Fla & Flod." She was shaking with laughter. "We brought a bottle of bubbly too, we thought it was your 60th!"
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After a drink or two Kitty told them about the children, made it into a dream so that they didn't think her mad. Phyliss gave her an odd look, and she knew that Phyliss's mum had possilbly told her about the bad stuff.

"it might explain why they all went potty when you wanted to go out with that guy," she said to Kitty. "Possilbly they all fancied him because they knew how you felt about him. They sort of catch the need from each other. Linked folk do. Some of them are strange, deviant..."

"They said, I couldn't because he got too many women!" Kitty said quietly. "They are still all quite potty. I think they do black magic too. Voodoo would be right up their street. Only..."
"Only," said Phyliss looking at Kitty, "Only what Kitty?"
"I think they're all lesbians!" she confessed.
That was it.

Phyliss and Leggings rolled with laughter.
"You're not a lesbian?" asked Phyliss gleefully. "Are you?"
"Not even latently," Kitty rejoined nervously, "And this lot are totally unlovable."
"Bet they're mother's love 'em!" remarked Leggings, who couldn't keep hers face straight. "Do you think they want to sleep with whoever you want to sleep with all the time?"
"I don't think I want to sleep with anyone any more. Not with them experiencing everything I do."
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"Is it painful, this straw business?" asked Phyliss later on.
"It was worse a night or so ago. The mother tried to jam a plug into my fontenelle. It really hurt." Kitty wanted to cry thinking about it. "I wonder sometimes if there's another dimension to all this. It's beyond belief."
"I'll talk to my Mum," said Phylis quietly, "Perhaps she can remember some more that'll help."

"I pray," Kitty replied humbly, "That helps. It's demonic. Yet they say they are church goers."
"Yes, but... well you can't believe what goes to churches these days, and they arn't all Chrustians. Those aliens on the beach - was it some Gews with Piggy heads on? The rumours are flying.... What do they want from it all?"
"Over the last few nights - they want me to give up."
"Give up what?"

"No idea. so i can't give up. I feel Ephesians about it all." ( New Testament: Ephesians 6: 10-20).
"Where's the bible?" demanded Leggings looking at the bookshelves. "I want to know."
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