Eden Sharma

first contact

when: july 8, 2022 where: treaty towers apt who: @edensharma

prudence lit the candles and breathed in and out three times. she had an assortment of psuedoscience paraphernalia on the table in front of her. a luigi board, a couple of maglites and a spirit box. she was ready, at long last, to make proper contact. if things got too real she had a container of himalayan pink salt next to her. she figured it’d work the same, if not better, since it was far prettier than regular, boring salt.

originally, she wanted to drape a scarf or two over the lamps to create the proper aesthetic for the task before her, but the power outage had crossed that off her list on how to properly welcome a ghost. luckily, she had just pulled the sugar cookies out of the oven before it all went out. she’d read once when staging a place it was good to have the smell of cookies permeating the space, to make it seem more hospitable and help potential buyers imagine living there. she figured the same must be true of a ghost. a nice way to lure it from its upstairs residence and visit the neighbors (her).

“oh spirit,” she started to intone when eden walked into the front door. she smiled up at her in small welcome. “i hope you’ve not just been possessed.”

The main thought on their mind as Eden climbed the stairs up to the apartment was a nice hot shower. It might be hot outside but Sinner’s Cove needed hot water to be washed off properly. That thought had barely crossed their mind when the lights crackled and flickered off, causing Eden to lose their footing and let out a squeak of surprise as they grabbed onto the rail to stop herself falling down the stairs. A fucking cold shower, then. That was fine. Or lukewarm, or whatever temperature the pipes decided to spit out at them as long as it was clean.

Of course, one should never rule out the possibility of walking into a séance when arriving home. And showers really should wait until séances are completed.

Eden barely blinked at the scene, though they did tilt their head to the side, considering. “Would a possessed person tell you that they’re possessed, though? They might be scared of being exorcised.” They walked a circle around Prue’s set up, looking at it all with intrigue. “You should have asked Mom for some quartz. Who am I potentially possessed by?” It was a pseudoscience that they didn’t believe in but they’d spent enough of their life around their Mom and around Prudence to just go along with it by now.

Eden liked the heat, they really did. They had always preferred summer to winter. This level of heat, though? This close to the Full Moon? In a society where apparently, no, Eden, you can’t just walk around with no clothes on? This had to be someone’s endeavour to torture them. Their playsuit was the thinnest and most airy thing in their wardrobe and it still felt like they were wearing a winter coat. One that was sticking to them in the grossest way. They pulled at the material in disgruntlement, starting to regret the decision to come out today. They loved Pike Park, usually, just being in nature, but they weren’t feeling the joy today. They slumped onto a bench, making sure to leave a reasonable gap between them and the other occupant and sighed. “What do you reckon’s worse? Walking home in this heat or suffering a train?”