My ghost sister gets to have fun

Dorothea smiled wickedly. She lifted her elegant hands, joined them together at her breast, manicured ghostly fingertips lightly touching, and slowly, chest heaving in anticipated joy, she gently moved her joined fingers back and forth, caressing them in sheer delight. Her appetite and lust for mayhem and it's subsequent dark pleasure, had been whetted.

You may remember Dorothea, my evil, murderous twin sister from my other story, 'She waits for me below the lake'. She tried to drown me, and haunted me so badly that I actually volunteered to join her in our lake home, undead twins living below the lake. My name is Darcia.

Anyway, it seems we are about to get some company for our purgatory realm. This would make Dorothea's day very happy indeed.

The five people inching slowly towards the lake, looking furtively over their shoulders, had no idea what was in store for them. One of them was bleeding badly, He was being carried by two other men, one arm slung across the shoulder of each man.

Were they good or really bad people? I am guessing the latter. Would good people not be running towards a hospital with an injured colleague. Who were these people and why were they here on a private lake, far from the maddening crowd and appearing disheveled and really tired, bloody and worn out.

There were three men and two women. One woman was cursing the worst words imaginable and showed a more than casual concern for the injured individual. She was obviously very close in relationship to this person.

I saw my sister evaluating the situation. I know that the worse the scene appeared, the more she would be enjoying herself. Lambs to the slaughter for her.

Dorothea had been bored lately. Yes, ghosts do get bored. We are more or less the same in the afterlife as we were in pre life.

We leave the lake and walk unseen among the masses. We do the things we normally did in pre life. Go to the library, visit the theatre, scare some dogs and appear to really young children and the sensitive amongst you. Dorothea especially like to scare the kids. I try to make her stop, but people never really change. Some of the kids are really either brave or really smart and surprise even Dorothea by glaring back at her and even be really rude to her.

I am especially amused when this happens, my sister deserves to be given back some of her own medicine. I always stay close to her, I cannot trust to leave her to her own devices.

As they inched closer to the water's edge, the five were arguing with each other. One, obviously the leader was threatening bloody murder if they did not shut up and be quiet.

"Do you idiots want to wake people up and get discovered?" he growled, silent menace dripping from his words.

"Boss, I really don't think there are people around here, the place looks deserted." The speaker was a big burly fellow, you could not quite make out their features in the moonlight, but their outlines were clear and their actions uncertain.

They kept glancing back at the dark outline of the ominous looking woods behind them, as if expecting someone or something to suddenly materialize from the darkness. But all was quiet, except for their yelling, bickering and cursing.

As they neared the edge of the water, Dorothea could contain herself no longer.

She went charging out of the lake in full Halloween costume, witches hat, glowing pumpkin and all, it was enough to scare the devil himself. She spooked even me with her antics. Ghosts, like witches, can do magical trick or treat antics. She was really hilarious in her performance.

The frightened denizens on the shore dropped the limp form of their friend and took flight.

Dorothea grabbed the poor fellow, threw him over her shoulder, (did I mention that she had super strength), and dived back into the lake. "One down and four to go," she yelled. "What fun to be had," she cooed.

Maryanna, the lake's first denizen, gently took the body of the unfortunate gent to his section of purgatory.

My sister was already off after the other four soon to be victims, unless I could stop her. But, should I? I wonder what they had done.

It was then that we heard the police sirens wailing in the near distance. This sent our visitors swiftly running back to us. I imagine they weighed their choices and chose the ghosts over prison.

They stopped at the edge of the lake, looking around in terror. "Who are you?" the leader asked, sounding nervous. He was a tall man, maybe six feet in height, and quite handsome even by moonlight.

"Sit down," Dorothea ordered.

They sat down in unison, except for the tall one, he was going to be trouble. But, not to worry, my sister liked a challenge. She slapped him hard across the face, and shoved him down. She glided around them, scaring the bravery out of them. By now they must know that she was not human, the gliding, weightlessness of her presence was a dead giveaway.

"What have you done. Did you harm anyone? I am only asking so my goody goody sister will not be a pain in my side."

They hesitated, cowering in fear. "Speak." Dorothea shouted.

"What are you going to do, where is Mick, is he dead?"

"Very dead indeed, ha ha ha, who wants to be next?"

"You, start talking," she pointed to the weakest looking, quivering young man.

"We broke into this rich family home, and,"

"Shut up." Shouted the leader.

Dorothea grabbed him by the hair and suspended him in the air. That witch was really strong. She dropped him really hard back on the ground. "Aargh," he yelled. "That really hurts."

"That is the idea, any more heroics and you will pay dearly."

My sister turned back to the young man. "What happened? she enquired. "Did you hurt anyone," she was eager to hear about hurt and pain, the masochist in her would not be denied.

Danny, the young man, explained how there was not supposed to be anyone at home. They had no intention to hurt anyone. Just to rob them. But, the owners and the family returned home earlier than expected. All out warfare started, there were guns, knives, swords, bats and various other paraphernalia being wielded by everyone. The house was a virtual weapons arsenal. Someone grabbed the two kids and ran into the interior of the house with them. Which was great, because no one wanted hurt kids, or worse, to be weighing on their conscience.

Some people got shot, some got stabbed, and beaten, others were just using fisticuffs. There was blood everywhere. It was terrible, he said, starting to cry. He did not know if anyone actually died. After they heard the police siren they grabbed their injured friend and ran away, amid a hail of bullets and missiles being hurled at them. The getaway car was parked in a dark spot, and they got in and took off.

They saw the turnoff to the lake with the police some distance behind. Was it lucky or unlucky for them? It was a tossup.

Dorothea looked over at me. I shrugged. Let her have some fun with bad people. They deserved it. She grabbed one of the women and tossed her into the water. The others got up and tried to run away. My sister, finding even more strength in her joyous moment, grabbed the tall brute of a leader by the shoulders and, rising high over the lake, dropped him in, creating a huge wave.

Down they went with Maryanna. The other woman, unable to decide what to do, obliged everyone by promptly fainting. Dorothea roughly pushed her into the lake.

She turned to the last young man and instructed him to run back down the pathway. He hesitated, the police were coming that way after all, he did not want to encounter them. She lifted an ominous finger and pointed, gliding beside him.

"RUN!"

He ran. She chased him all the way down the pathway. I was following at a safe distance to see how the drama would unfold. Dorothea was shrieking and screaming and scaring the poor fellow so badly, that he ran out in front of the first police car to round the corner, almost running him over. He was waving frantically, and was very eager to get away from my sister. Prison would probably be more welcome than a cold home at the bottom of the lake.

His clothes were a bit bloody, so the cops would know that trouble was afoot. The policeman pulled out a powerful flashlight, and proceeded to do police-y things to set up lights to see more clearly.

"Confess!"

There was my sister, standing there like a perfectly innocent young lady, making a criminal confess to the police.

He spilled the whole story to the policemen. Then he told them that ghosts drowned his other friends and deposited them in the lake. He pointed to Dorothea, "she is a ghost, she did it."

"Ma'am, how did you find him, and better yet, how did you get him to confess."

She laughed demurely, "he told you, I am a ghost. I just scared the crookedness out of him. By the way, his friends got away, maybe he can tell you where they really went."

"They are in the lake, you have to believe me. She put them in there." He was sputtering and crying again.

"I tell you she and her friends are ghosts."

The other two police cars had arrived, they heard the ghost version of the tale and, all laughing hard at the unlikely story, dismissed it as the rantings of a crazy and tired young man. Maybe, they thought, he had done away with his accomplices himself.

"Give it up young man," said the officer, handcuffing the young fellow and shoving him into the back of the police car.

"If you can come to the station," he started saying, turning around. But Dorothea was long gone. I followed behind, they were not able to see me. We do have the choice to be seen or not seen.

The lake and her playthings awaited.

The police did drag the lake, to make absolutely sure that the story was not true. But, we all know they will not find any bodies. The lake protects and conceals her secrets from the prying eyes of the real world. Only those in the surreal can savor the delights of the deep and mysterious lake.

Do you think it is wicked of me to allow my evil twin to pass judgement on the bad guys. I must confess that I did enjoy the whole episode just a little bit. Maybe I am not really that different from my sister after all. We hope to have many more similar adventures in the future.

Girls need to have some fun. We have some boys and some bad girls.

Hmmm! What ever shall we do with them?

TRICK OR TREAT?