The Trance

Mitch Chambers let himself into the house shortly after dropping his 6-year-old son David off at Julie Monroe’s home. A friend of David Chambers was having a surprise birthday party and David wanted to be there. Mitch was ready to be home, (It was a small two beds, two baths, A-frame home with a leaky roof and a sagging porch. It wasn’t much but he and Lisa had planned on fixing it up.) Relaxing on the couch drinking some coffee. It had been a rough day and he just wanted to forget about it. As he walked down the hallway to the kitchen he noticed a smell that he recognized, but wasn’t quite sure why. He continued into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee, yet for some reason he couldn’t get that scent out of his head. Where had he smelled that scent before? Why couldn’t he remember? Why was it so important anyway?

As he walked back down the hallway with his coffee, heading for the living room, he caught the scent again. And that’s when it hit him. "It’s her perfume!!!"

His mind falls back on his wife Lisa. She was a lovely girl; at least he thought so when they first met. It was eight years ago at a small dance club called the 418. He had seen her from across the room buying a coke. She was beautiful. Five feet nine inches tall long blonde hair stunning green eyes she was always wearing Wranglers, nothing on this earth was ever more beautiful. His opinion changed shortly after the wedding.

Mitch walked into his bedroom as he pulled his shirt off.

"Damn babe, I’m bet ready for some shut-eye." Mitch yawns as he says this.

"Ummm, hun could you please just wait a few more minutes." She says this as she pulls the covers from the bed covering the items lying on the floor. "I just need to finish up with some stuff."

Mitch smiles as he walks over to his wife. "What you got under there? Is it a present for me? It’s not our anniversary or anything."

"It’s nothing like that dear, just please go back into the living room. I’ll be done shortly." Rubs her hands together in a nervous motion.

Mitch leans over and pulls up the covers, laughing as he does so. His eyes grow wide as he sees the book and the other instruments lying on the floor in front of her. "What the hell is this shit?"

Lisa doesn’t answer. Her hands are shaking and her eyes are filled with tears. She just sits staring at the floor.

"I asked you what the hell this shit was? If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was Witch shit. Are you a damn Witch?"

Lisa begins to shake as she stutters the answer, "N-N-No, it’s just something I’m interested in is all."

"Is that right? Well I can guaran-damn-tee you that no wife of mine is goin’ to be messin’ with none of this witchy shit. You got that?"

"Yes dear, I understand."

That was the last time he had ever seen her mess with any of her Wiccan materials.

He slowly begins to look around the hallway as he continues to the living room. "It’s not possible," He thinks. "she was locked away 3 years ago." But he continues to look around nervously, as if somehow he knew she was there.

"I must be going nuts," He says. "there’s no way she could have gotten out."

Lisa was placed in a mental institution 3 years ago.