Angus

Same house as before, the windows are heavily draped with towels and blankets, there are masses of laundry piles everywhere, especially the stairwells and near the doors.
Distorted forms do uncanny things; mostly show their partial or angry faces.
People talk of things moving out of place and objects disappearing, but they don’t seem overly concerned.

We drive to the beach, but it turns out to be my bedroom. I open the wooden door and the room suddenly has no furniture. It has stormy water, big waves, and a fishnet over the deeper water. I can see huge crabs and fish. I am expected to swim, like one would swim at a lake in the afternoon.
Then there is a bed over the water, I give up swimming and instead try to sleep, but huge spiders walk on my body, making me unable to close my eyes.
I am told I am allergic to the water, what I say about spiders is ignored.  I leave.

I walk around, seeing that what should be bedrooms are mostly small, empty apartments all over the house. The house changes, rooms and doors are never in the same place, the further I go, it seems to go on and on, as though it’s an endless maze of little hallways and cardboard stairs.

We, because I am always accompanied, go into a room that is supposed to be my mother’s, there is no handle on the door, just the metal strand I have to pinch between my fingers and turn.
As soon as we go inside, a woman starts yelling at us. She’s a ghost, obsessed with freezing food for her grandson. The boy is in a high chair, like a doll, he doesn’t move and there are cobwebs on him. She tells me I look exactly like her great grand daughter- there’s a painting of her somewhere on a wall but I can’t find it.

I ask her where all the faces I see are coming from and she says that there is only one real ghost in my house in the end: Angus, he’s the most wicked.

I keep asking: “Who is Angus?” “Where is Angus?”. She suddenly seems to realize something, covers her mouth and points to me: I am Angus.

Somehow, I end up in a schoolyard, are children playing around me. Angus, I happen to know, a short girl with red hair and orange overalls, a green striped shirt.

She says “It’s always been you”.
And I ask “You’re her great granddaughter I look like?”. I don’t look like her at all, but our noses touch, and I see her green eyes. I transform into something that looks like her, and suddenly it makes sense, she laughs. Her name is Angus-Gabriel, and she says “You said it would be perfect to do this with a Gabriel. He would know about it all”

School friends and I build a flying machine for a race, and I am the best at it, because I have strange ghostly powers given to me by Angus. We fly over the wild waters in my bedroom, I see spiders are still in my bed and tell myself I have to wait until they leave to get to sleep.
We win the race. I win an old porcelain plate with Angus’ picture on it; I identify it as what should be on the ghost lady’s wall, it’s the missing picture of her great-granddaughter.

One of my friends seems to know I’m not normal; she really wants to know what is going on. I’ve given hush presents, things I pull out of nowhere, glints from the light, to my friends that were in the flying machine. I offer this friend who’s on to me, wearing a blue coat and big glasses to take a walk with me. I want to tell her the truth.

I see a garden, very warm, nothing ghostly about it, and we want to head there.