Meet My Imaginary Friends: Destiny Starlight
“Hi,” Viv said, keeping her hands in the pockets of her leather jacket. She wore tight jeans, a low-cut black sweater that emphasized her muscles, and no jewelry except for two pairs of diamond solitaires in her double-pierced ears. I couldn't imagine what Destiny Starlight thought as she studied her.
“Well, come into my office, both of you.” Destiny slid back a set of double doors to a room that was the same shade of blue. Pale curtains were drawn back from narrow windows and, in the brightness of the room, we could get a better look at Destiny Starlight. If her name, as Stan had suggested, sounded like a stripper, her appearance was anything but. She was small and bony. Even wearing high heels, she was shorter than me, and a full head shorter than Viv. Her age was hard to guess because her puffed up hair was dyed an alarming shade of red and she wore a sleeveless pea-green sheath that looked like something the mother in a 1960s sit-com would wear. She trotted with quick, noisy steps across the room and gestured toward a pair of wooden chairs in front of a desk that was piled with books and newspapers next to an old desk-top computer of the type that still had floppy disk drives.
“Sit, sit,” she said. “I need to ask you some questions to get this started.” She plopped down in a chair behind the desk and reached for a notepad. “Now, Mattie, you said to call you Mattie, didn't you? Now then, Mattie, you mentioned this house belonged to your grandmother and that it is on Beacon Hill in Boston?”
Her speech was quick and clipped. She made notes rapidly as she spoke. “Uh-huh. Do you know what year it was built?”
“Around 1850, I believe. I can look it up if you need the exact year.”
She glanced up and I noticed that she had an unusually wide mouth and teeth that seemed too big for a woman her size. She was, I thought, one of the oddest looking people I had ever met.
“Has the house always been in your family?” she asked. “And when did you first notice paranormal manifestations?”
“Well...” I hesitated. “I actually haven't had any experience with them. But Viv has.”
Destiny sat up straight, glanced at Viv, then back at me. “But you yourself haven't? I ask because it may be the phenomena your friend experienced was something she brought into the house on her own. Sometimes certain individuals carry around personal, shall we say, conflicts, that can manifest in particular environments.”
I looked at Viv who sat perfectly still, her expression unchanged. “That's not likely,” I said. “The house has been empty for over two years. It's been on the market all that time and it was our realtor who first told me about the... well, the strange things that were happening. It got so bad that he said he could no longer show the house and my husband, along with Viv and her boyfriend, went to investigate. That's when all three of them experienced all kinds of, I guess you could say, abnormalities.”
“It's very peculiar.” Destiny looked down at her notepad. “Can you think of anything that happened prior to the first manifestations that was unusual?”
I raised my eyebrows. “You mean like digging up a body in the back yard and a couple people getting killed in the house?”
Destiny's eyes opened wide.