On June 29th, 1982, the Mythica Stones changed the world. The appearance of the differently shaped and sized, black, green and white stones wasn’t gradual. One moment, nature looked as it always had; the next, the surface of vegetation, soil and rock was bejeweled. Mythica Stones felt slick to the touch, but their textures went from smoother than pearl to rougher than pumice.
At first, people dug them out and cut them off tree bark. The violation didn’t last long, for just milliseconds after being forced from their chosen place, the stones faded. And worse, the area or tree that had housed the stone, decayed right after separation.
The effects of the stones were first evident on babies. Some of the children born after the event looked different; most had white, black or green eyes that matched the color of their hair, except a few who were born with multicolored hair and very dark brown eyes.
For five years the eyes and the hair was as exciting as it got. Then, on the day the world remembers as Preternatural Chaos, things changed forever.
Children were ahead of the rest of the population, again. The first notable case happened on the last Monday of June, 1987, in Los Lunas, New Mexico. After spending hours shrieking and pulling on his grandmother’s skirt, a white-haired five-year-old boy, who had been diagnosed with a cognitive disability, spread his arms, froze his relatives in place, and encircled the family home in a shimmering bubble that scorched the skin of anyone who touched it from the outside.
The boy held the circle until his nose and eyes began to bleed. Two gunshots were fired the moment the circle collapsed, but no one was hurt. For faster than most eyes could follow, the boy’s older sister had ran across the street, and returned home. The grandmother remembers the girl dropping a rifle on the floor and saying to her brother, “You were right, sorry I didn’t listen. But she can’t hurt us now.” The girl had been holding the rifle with locks of her living hair, which had grown all the way to her ankles.
The Los Lunas Police found the woman who fired the rifle sitting behind an old tree that faced the boy and girl’s house. Her eyes had been unfocused and she didn’t say a word, but the picture of the kids she clutched in her hands, and the two bullet casings next to her, told the police all they needed to know.
When that incident took place, the world didn’t know that the boy was a witch or that his sister’s speed, and ability to enthrall others with her dark eyes, mimicked that of a Caribbean mythical creature called ciguapa.
Today, the case of the witch boy and the ciguapa girl, as well as all other instances of myth becoming reality, is world history that can be researched online. But if you are anything like me, you might get extra enjoyment from the look, scent and feel of a museum. That is the reason why I’m going to visit Pre-Chaos, New York, and stay there for a week. I have many questions about Luna’s world, and as much as I trust the witch, there are some things I would rather pull out of a flesheater’s mouth.
Don’t worry about my safety, my Wicked Darlings, I have pen and paper at the ready. Okay, laptop and fingertips, but that’s not the point. What matters is that if something scares me, I won’t hesitate to write a big gun and shoot its face off.
If you have any questions for anyone you’ve met through “The Haunting,” leave it here as a comment and I’ll relate your inquiry. Read you in eight days!
“a supernatural female being living in the deepest mountain regions of the Dominican Republic.” To learn more about them, click on the image, which I borrowed from The Phoenenixian Book of Creatures.