Smiling, Erin opened her eyes. She glanced to her left, saw Ashley and Mindy spooned together, the redhead molded to the brunette’s back. They were breathing normally again, gone the creepy shallow inhalations from last night.
Erin was glad for that. Remembering the unnatural, coma-like state the girls had entered when their minds cast out from their bodies to the place of locked doors, she shivered. If she ever saw the husks of her friends again, it would be too soon.
Careful not to awaken the duo, she slipped from bed. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she found the notebook in which Ashley had been taking notes about the place of locked doors. Finding the last page of writing, she wrote ‘Astral Projection’ as a header. She looked at it for a moment, then added a question mark for good measures. Under the header, she began writing about the weird events of last night.
She was just finishing detailing the curious sense of motion she’d felt when her mind slipped from her body and went wandering, when Ashley appeared at her side. She gave Erin a curious look. Erin held the notebook out for her to read, figuring she’d done a better job on paper explaining the phenomenon than she could have out loud. She’d done a lot of erasing and backtracking in her narration, as it were.
Frowning, Ashley took the notebook from her, read what she had written.
“This really happened?”
“Yeah,” Erin said, smiling at the look on her friend’s face. The description of her tranced-out state clearly creeped her out as much as it had Erin.
“God,” she said, rubbing her arms to get rid of the goosebumps that had sprouted on them, “I’m glad I wasn’t awake to see that.”
Shaking her head, Erin said, “I wish I could say the same.”
“So you think our consciousness actually leaves our bodies when we flip over to the place of locked doors?”
“I do. I think it explains why everything feels so real over there. It’s because we are actually there. Well, the part that makes us… well, us.”
“Huh,” Ashley said, looking down at the notes.
Erin looked at her friend, met her gaze. She couldn’t read what she was thinking behind those emerald eyes.
“What are you thinking?”
“That you are probably right. It’s just…”
“What?”
“A couple of things are bothering me,” Ashley said, frowning.
“The bleedovers?”
“That is one,” Ashley said, nodding, “A big one. How does our consciousness being over there have effects on our bodies here?”
“I don’t know,” Erin said.
“And why can we think things into being over there? Remember when I asked you about the vibrator? Was it really mine or something my mind created?”
“Yeah,” Erin said, nodding, “I don’t know the answer to that one, either.”
Ashley laughed and shook her head, “So many unanswered questions.”
“The place of locked doors holds its secrets close to its breast,” Erin said, with a sympathetic smile.
“Tell me about it.”
A slow grin spread on Erin’s face and she said, “That’s alright, though. I think we are going to have a lot of fun figuring them out…”
The End… But not really.
well the Facebook account and emails should be the serious clue that both happen plus the clothes in both places. The idea of these girls leaving this plan to wander into another existance and share things that are real like loosing virginity in one plan and waking with sore and bloody panties in this world alone should be a clear clue I would think. And now we begin a fresh piece. Why did ya stop and start a new title?
I wrote this story a while ago, long before I found Leslita. I just got tired of writing it and not having anyone to show it to. Black Lingerie Chronicles is me picking the story back up, starting new adventures for Erin and crew.
I like to think of the more physical bleedovers (lost virginity, soreness from overdoing it, etc) as a form of mind over matter. Since part of their consciousness goes with them, thus making it feel “real”, the subconscious that is connected to the consciousness translates that into “real world” results, thus the bleedovers. As for the more environmental things, eg the soap and perfume smells, who knows, maybe another weirder form of mind over matter? Either way, love the fact that you are willing to let the place continue to pose more questions than answers.