My grandpa’s win is a celebration for half a week, from Saturday till Wednesday. They usually ask the townspeople at a potluck in the town park since we don’t have the monetary means to host the feast. When Alex Hill did not run for the mayoral seat, he donated money to the feast. He did not give a cent this time because he is a sour-puss. The rest of the Hills did not come out of their mansion all-day long
The Saturday till Monday is reserved for the preparation of the feast. Grandpa would go over town and ask for people willing to share their food in the feast. Grandma always comes with him because she always has a keen sense of conversation that can sway people in her favor. The house is reserved for me during that time. Which meant, I can use the mirror all day long.
Ron was already here yesterday with snacks and sodas at hand. He had that shit-eating smile when I opened the door for him. I know what that face meant - he’s excited to use the mirror again. I, too, would be excited if I wasn’t so tired today. Possessing Henrietta drained a lot from me. I just want to rest all night but not before engorging myself in soda and chips.
“So who are you going to possess today?” I asked as I opened a can of soda.
“Wardell Wolfe,” The mirror hummed and the reflection of a copper-haired kid appeared in the mirror. “I told you about my plans a few days ago. Timothy’s got a soccer match tomorrow and I want him to win. This Wardell Wolfe,” the mirror hummed again “is the opponent’s goalkeeper.”
There are only two schools in the entire town of Misty Hollow. One public where Ron and I study, and one private where the rich kids of the town study. Timothy studies in the same school we do which means this Wardell Wolfe studies in the other. Well, the guy looks posh with his sweet pristine skin that is only blemished with pocks of freckles.
“My plan is, I’ll stay awake till morning which will make the guy tired for tomorrow's match. Ain’t that a good plan?”
Ron drank one last soda. He stepped inside the mirror and disappeared. After he left, I placed several pillows where we always landed to soften the blow. Crashing repeatedly on the floor is bound to give up head fractures sooner or later. With that done, I cleaned the dresser room and lounged on the bed. My phone rang and saw a notification from our private server. He has possessed the boy and he is now languishing in the guy’s rich beachside manor.
“This guy’s bathroom is as large as my bedroom,” He said in the guy’s horse pre-pubescent voice. “And he has a basement to his bedroom. And look! A fucking private cinema complete with a popcorn maker. I did not know that there are people richer than the Hills in this town.”
There are a handful of people richer than the Hills, but they would rather keep themselves in their private properties and lives. Unlike the Hills who likes to flaunt their wealth.
I wish I could accompany Ron right now but two things are stopping me. One, it seems the house is desolate except for him. Or is it because the house is too large that the people living there are too far apart? Second, I’m so fucking tired. My eyes are tearing up just by looking at my phone.
“Sean, that’s not the best part. Look,”
On the video on my phone, I thought I was seeing Ron’s reflection. The face looked like the Wardell Wolfe guy but the more I looked into it, the guy’s movements are completely separate from Ron’s.
“I have a twin brother,” Ron said giddily, like a wanton high-school girl talking about his crush. “Want to spend the time here? His name is Theo.”
“What’s the surname?” I asked the fool.
“Wait, I’ll ask him,” and the fool bit the bait. “Wait, you little shit. It’s the same! It’s Wolfe you twat.”
Theo Wolfe. I never heard the surname before. Should I accompany Ron or should I sleep instead?