“My eyes don’t close,” the McGill reminded her.
“Right. Okay then, keep your eyes open. Face the ocean…and wait for the sun to rise.”
“It’s noon,” the McGill pointed out.
“Yes, I know. You have to stand here, and wait until tomorrow when the sun rises, then stare into the rising sun.”
“Get…Owwwwwwwwt,” said the house.
“If we have to be here at dawn, why didn’t you tell me that before we came?”
“You know what your problem is?” Allie said. “You have no patience. You’re immortal, it’s not like you’re going anywhere. Skinjacking takes patience. Stand here, and wait until dawn.”
The McGill gave her an evil eye, spat out a wad of something brown on her shoe, and said, “Fine. But you wait with me. If I have to listen to this stupid house, then so do you.”
So they waited, ignoring the pointless activities of the people who lived there, and turning a deaf ear to the house.
The next morning however was overcast, and instead of a rising sun, the horizon was filled with a ribbon of gray.
“You’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” Allie told the McGill.
“Why? What does this have to do with possessing the living?”
Allie rolled her eyes as if the answer was obvious. “Staring at the sun at dawn gives you soul-sight. Not every living person can be possessed. Soul-sight allows you to see which ones you’ll be able to skinjack, and which ones you won’t.”
The McGill looked at her doubtfully. “And this is how you learned?”
“Well,” said Allie, “it’s the first step.”
“How many steps are there?”
“Twelve.”
The McGill regarded her with his wandering, mismatched eyes, then asked, “Is anyone in this house possessible?”
Allie thought back to when she caught glimpses of the occupants speaking to one another by means of complex hand gestures. In truth, anyone was possessible, but she wouldn’t let the McGill know that. The whole point of this was to make sure she didn’t teach the McGill anything at all. The whole point was to stall long enough to learn the McGill’s weaknesses. If she could drag him through twelve ridiculous steps, convincing him that at the end he’d learn how to skinjack, she might find the key to defeating him-or at least, a way to free her friends.
Either way, she knew she’d have to make a quick escape when it was all over, because when the McGill finally figured out that he was being duped, his fury would reverberate through all of Everlost.
“The woman is possessible,” Allie told the McGill.
“Show me,” the creature said. “Skinjack her now.”
Allie clenched her teeth. Her experience taking control of the ferry pilot had been exciting, but frightening. It had been an intense experience, but ~ also fundamentally gross-like wearing someone else’s sweaty clothes. Still, if she were going to keep stringing the McGill along, she would have to deliver.
“Okay, I’ll do it. But only if you tell me why you’ve got all those kids strung up in your ship. And why you put numbers on them.”
He considered the question, then said, “I’ll tell you AFTER you skinjack the woman.”
“Fine.” Allie rolled her shoulders like a runner getting ready for a race, then approached the woman in the kitchen. Stepping in was easier this time than it had been with the ferry pilot, perhaps because she was a woman, or perhaps because practice made perfect. The woman never quite knewwhat hit her. What struck Allie first was the absolute silence. She almost panicked, thinking something was wrong, until she remembered the woman was deaf. The world around Allie now was brighter-the way it appeared to the living-and she could feel the seductive density of flesh. She flexed her fingers, and found that it had only taken a few moments to push the woman’s consciousness down, and take control.
Allie looked around. Through the woman’s eyes she could no longer see the McGill, but she knew he was there. If he wanted proof that she could possess people, he would have proof. She rummaged around in the kitchen drawers until she found a permanent marker, then went to the wall and wrote in big block letters:
BEWARE THE MCGILL Then she hopped out of the woman, not wanting to spend a second more there than she had to. The living world faded into the muted colors of Everlost, her hearing returned, and there was the McGill smiling through sharp, rotten teeth.
“Very good!” he said. “Very, very good.”
“Now tell me about the Afterlights in your ship.”
“No.”
“You promised.”
“I lied.”
“Then I won’t teach you what I know.”
“Then I’ll throw your friends over the side.”
“Get… Owwwwwwt!!!!”
Allie clenched her fists and let off an angry growl that only made the McGill laugh. She might have held some of the cards, but the McGill would not let her forget that he held all the aces.
“We will come back each morning,” the McGill said, “until we have a bright sunrise. Then we will go on to step two.”
Allie had no choice but to agree. She rode the lifeboat in furious silence back to the Sulphur Queen, even more determined than ever to outsmart the McGill.
As for the woman Allie had possessed, once she regained control of her body, she took one look at the words scrawled on the wall, and concluded that all the stories about this house were true. She immediately contacted her Realtor, and put the house up for sale, determined that she and her husband would move as far away from Amityville as possible.
“Beware of fortune cookies that cross into Everlost,” Mary Hightower writes in her book Caution, This Means You! “They are instruments of evil, and the proper way to deal with them is to stay far away. AVOID TEMPTATION! Don’t even go near Chinese restaurants! Those wicked cookies will rot off the hand of anyone who touches them.”
CHAPTER 19
Evil Chinese Pastry of Death The McGill followed Allies lead, letting her direct him through the first three steps of human possession. He supposedly now had “soulsight,” allowing him to see which humans were possessible and which were not, however when he looked at the living, he saw no difference between them. He wouldn’t tell Allie this, though. Soulsight would come, he convinced himself. Once he worked his way through the remaining steps it would come. It had better.
The second step was to follow the actions of a living person for twenty-four hours. “The point,” Allie explained, “is to become in tune with the things living people do.” It was a deceptively difficult chore, because the living could travel through the world in ways that the McGill could not. Every single time the McGill chose someone to follow, they would eventually get into a car, or a train, or, in one strange instance, a helicopter, and be carried away too quickly for the McGill to follow on foot.
It took several days until he finally settled on someone who wasn’t going anywhere; an inmate at a local jail. He spent twenty-four hours observing the prisoner’s various limited activities, and the McGill returned to the Sulphur Queen triumphant.
The third step, however, was much more difficult. According to Allie, he was required to commit an act of selflessness. The McGill didn’t think it was possible.
“You could release one or two kids from the chiming chamber,” Allie suggested.
But the McGill flatly refused. “It wouldn’t be selfless,” he told her, “because I’d be doing it to gain something.”
