Runner-up in our Hallowe’en short story contest
By Rachel Cochran
The girlâ€™s name is Emily, and at age six, her mother dies. The first time is a week later, deep into the night, when she hears her grandfather and her father talking through the wall with deep voices that tremble like striking very low notes on the old piano. â€œMy daughter loved you,â€ her grandfather says. â€œVery, very much.â€
â€œI miss her,â€ her father says, but he does not need to miss her anymore, because her mother is there in the room with her. She stands above Emily, wearing a long, pale nightgown like the one from the hospital. Emily wants to shout to her father, and she wants her mother to hold her, but Emily cannot move her arms and her legs. Her chest is tight and heavy as though the cat is sitting on it, and her shallow breathing makes her feel dizzy. She cannot even move her eyes to see her mother, who draws closer and stands over the bed, and who takes Emily by the throat and holds her neck tightly.
Emily cannot move her muscles to scream, so she screams without air and without noise while her father and her grandfather cry on each otherâ€™s shoulders in the other room and while her mother presses her throat into the bed. The clouds crawling across the moon splash shadows like black oil onto the ceiling.
When she is nine, Emily tells her grandfather. She has spent the night being strangled by the woman from the photograph he keeps on his desk, and when she tells him, he says that Emily is hag-ridden. The old manâ€™s mind is going, or so her father says, and his eyes are milky white, which means he cannot tell colors apart anymore, and sometimes when he goes to pat Emily on the head he catches her shoulder instead, because she has grown so tall since last he saw her well enough to judge the distance. She asks what it means to be hag-ridden, and he tells her all about her grandmother, who died before she was born, and how the spirits would visit her when she slept and hold her, bound, and how she died of a heart attack in the night while he was in bed next to her and she never once made a noise to alert him because the spirits were holding her tongue. He touches her on the shoulder and tells her that he loves her, which makes her feel good until he calls her by her motherâ€™s name.
When she is eleven, the phone rings in the other room one night, and not long after her father comes into her bedroom and tries to shake her awake. Even though her eyes are open he is unable to rouse her, but she already knows what he wants to tell her, because now it is her grandfather gripping her throat with hands that appear knotted and feeble but truly are quite strong. His eyes are white as marble.
When she is fourteen, she is invited to a sleepover party with the other girls from her class. They are strange around her all night, laughing with each other to jokes Emily does not understand, falling quiet when she is around. She walks through the room and hears another girl whisper the word spooky. So, Emily goes to where the sleeping bags are laid out in the basement and settles into hers, and even though it is still early she falls asleep. It happens later, flat on her back, eyes open, and she can hear the other girls snickering and rooting through her bag. When she wakes up, she finds that her bras and panties have been dipped in water and thrown into the freezer so they are stiff as drywall and cold, but she forces her body into them anyway, and she shivers in the car all the way home. Her father surely notices, but he doesnâ€™t mention anything.
When she is eighteen, she meets Felicia, whose half of the dorm room is already tacked up with posters by the time Emily and her father move her bags in. There is even a poster on the ceiling of a pale womanâ€™s face, but the corners are pinned too close together so that the center of the poster sort of falls, and the face on it looks like it is coming out toward Emily. Emily lies in bed, hag-ridden, nearly every night for the first week, with no spirit but that face coming down at her, and when Felicia invites her out drinking at the end of the week, Emily immediately agrees.
The bartender turns Emily away, which is no wonder since she is underdeveloped â€”Â she has been mistaken for twelve years old beforeÂ â€”Â but Felicia is curvy and full and pushes her breasts together with her elbows when she leans on the bar. The bartender pours her two drinks without asking questions. Emily drinks for the first time, and one is enough to keep her laughing all the way home, leaning on Felicia, who is warm and steady. They lie together on Feliciaâ€™s bed and stare up at the poster, and Felicia tells Emily secrets â€”Â what it felt like to lose her virginity, the time she was pregnant and dropped out of school for months because she became really sick after the abortionÂ â€”Â and asks Emily for secrets, too. Emily tells her about the hags, but Felicia only laughs and says to be serious, and then Felicia starts to tell about her abortion again, and even though Emily is fascinated her head is full and she falls asleep in Feliciaâ€™s bed. She wakes up to find Felicia shaking her, asking her to move. But Emily is hag-riddenÂ â€”Â her mother again, still wearing the hospital gown, leans over Emily with her mouth gaping openÂ â€”Â and cannot move, and Felicia grumbles, pulls the blankets away from Emilyâ€™s body, and turns over to sleep.