Author: Carol Anne Caiafa
Prompt: #2, Table 6, Over
Character: Carol Anne Freeling
Word Count: 226
Summary: Past the veil of death, a small living child is afraid…
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: Set during Poltergeist I – Carol Anne is 5 years old. I do not own these characters and am making no profit, etc. Warnings for horror themes and a child in peril. This ficlet, like all that I am writing for this series of prompts, is dedicated to the memory of Heather O’Rourke, the late child actress who played Carol Anne in the Poltergeist films. Rest in peace, sweet angel – you are remembered and loved.
Over on the other side, it was cold, and Carol Anne was more afraid than she had ever been.
She didn’t want to be with these TV people – for that was how she thought of them – they were dead and chilly and they scared her. There was one who spoke to her as if he was another child, but he was no little boy, that was certain. Something ancient and menacing lurked behind his words. She did not want to stay with him. She wasn’t dead, and she didn’t belong here, or belong to him.
Far away, she heard her parents calling for her, and she screamed out for them, hoping against hope that they could hear her. She wanted her Mommy and Daddy, her brother and sister. Carol Anne wanted to go home.
This place was wet and icy, and it wasn’t anybody’s home. Except for lost souls, and Carol Anne’s soul was never going to be lost. She struggled not to cry – she had to be a brave girl. A strong girl, for her family’s sake.
She had to believe that they would save her. The strange man-creature was whispering in her ear, telling her that this was where she belonged forever, that the TV people were her family now.
Carol Anne squeezed her eyes shut and tried not to listen to his lies.