Where The Talent Haunts

“For a long time, I continue to reflect about yesterday and what happened in the past,” the player told the slot machine before heading outside, encountering the wooden boardwalk, where horses left the amusement bathing turf, and enjoyed the surf below, “It was they who told me go to the desert, populate the area, it’s not that bad, it’s,”

“A global health care scare,” a ghostly image snuck up behind, uttering honest truthful words describing the exodus that rivaled slaves, escaping powerful rule.

“Tineightus,” the wealthy credit card holder expressed as the waves continued reaching out watery fingers grabbing any beach sand it could grasp, “what happened to you?”

“Got sick and died,” Tineightus explained, “you look healthy, and alive.”

“Well, you know me,” Dicey Decker, DD for short, reminded the soul singer, who just showed up, “always know when to leave the table.”

“You saw the sign,” Tineightus bit her tongue, “turn around, everything is going down.”

“It came from above Tineightus,” DD reported a small detail warning, “I heard the comment and bolted so to speak.”

“Started a thunderous panic,” Tineightus described, “I thought, I would wait until things calmed but,”

“The bug got you?” DD concluded.

Done with the picture post card moment DD returned and read the hotel casino marquee, “See Hers East” and decided to venture inside hearing all the bells and whistles, usually reserved for first responders travelling at lightning-fast speeds, ready to confront an emergency.

Finding a barstool, covered with arcade machines, DD ordered a Shirley Temple with a good ship lollipop stirrer before depositing a one-dollar donation, receiving a quick fetish entertaining experience.

“Our toys payout in prizes not money,” the counter server growled, “you see these lovely stuffed animals, getting dealt a right pair will allow you one to take home as a souvenir, reminding you of the trip you took to ‘See Hers East Hotel Casino’, got it.”

“Got it,” DD repeated.

Suddenly, a sultry voice appeared in the colorful spotlight, “Is that?”

“My twin sister,” Tineightus reemerged, “Tintightus.”

“I am not trying to prove anything to anyone,” the marketable character stated displaying a familiar costume design, “I am trying to keep my sister's music alive, even if she isn’t”

“I was trampled by tissues, choked coughing to death,” Tineightus yelled, realizing no one except DD could hear the distractive disruption.

Watching the enthusiastic spirit lip-synch every word, DD seemed transfixed, “I am very impressed Tineightus,”

“Wrote every word,” the dearly departed made clear.

“When?”

“Whenever you played the odds,” Tineightus told the gambler, watching the set end with a smoky disappearing bang.

Needing refreshment, Tintightus materialized approaching the watering hole, “you look new?” The youngster acknowledged.

“From the desert,” DD clarified, “you look familiar do you ever patronize She Hers West?”

“Sister worked out there until the flu killed her,” Tintightus recounted.

“I escaped, seconds to spare,” DD explained, “how do you feel finishing off your sister’s contract?”

“Perform a few gigs, here at She Hers East?” Tintightus took the offer seriously.

“Yeah, and no, actually they have a new performance area down at the Spooky Palace.”

“Apparently, the Skee Ball area has been remodeled and if the little round object finds the smallest cylinders, the whole place goes wild!”

Getting concerned, Tineightus tried separating the two,

“Do you feel a mystic presence?” Tintightus asked.

“Sis, you're getting too close,” Tineightus advised.

“I think your sister is watching over you?” DD pulled a pen out.

“Where do I sign?” Tintightus requested.

Many shore locals say, if you go down and listen to the Skee Ball serenade, at certain time during the show, a duet is formed and Tintightus relaxes letting Tineightus show off her true calling, a double-breasted scream of bloody murder.