HauntedMTL Original – Applesauce for Life – Kristen Seikaly
Applesauce for Life by Kristen Seikaly
Susie began to pull her teeth out as
soon as they grew in. One by one, her pearly whites would emerge from her gums
and one by one, she would yank them out. No one ever saw her do it, but if they
had, they would have grimaced reflexively. Susie pulled out her teeth in the
most gruesome ways imaginable.
The first time, she simply
yanked it out with her pudgy little fingers. It hadn’t required strength so
much as brute force. After the second one, this method grew dull, so Susie
found a pair of her father’s pliers and tugged and tugged until the third came
out. When she released it from the pliers, it turned to dust in her hands,
crushed by the force. She smiled her toothless smile as the dust scattered in
the wind.
Her favorite method of removal
became the tug on the door. She heard a mother suggest it to her young son, a
son older than Susie whose teeth were ready to come out. The boy wailed at the
prospect. Surely his mother must be joking? Susie did not think the mother was
joking. She thought the mother was a genius. So when tooth number nine came in,
Susie waited as long as she could for that little sucker to grow. Then, she
tied one end of a string to the pebble of a tooth and skipped to the door
handle to tie on the other end. Stepping away from the door, she slammed it as
hard as she could with a broom to make sure the distance was just right. She
could not stop smiling at all the blood and gore.
Susie’s parents, after a bit
of time, grew concerned about the absence of their daughter’s teeth. Surely she
should have grown some by now? They took her to a pediatric dentist, a
specialist they never knew existed and asked what was wrong while clasping
their sweaty hands to Susie’s dry ones. He took an x-ray and could not fathom
what he saw.
“It looks as if those
teeth did appear because they’re not in her gums anymore,” he said while
scratching his chin. “See the adult teeth in there? And see how some baby
teeth have yet to come up?” Susie’s parents nodded at the news, while
Susie’s eyes widened. She’d get a whole new set of teeth? What a delight!
That night, her mother tried
to comfort her daughter who did not seem distraught enough at the news.
“Your teeth will
come,” she said, not at all convinced. “And when they do, the Tooth
Fairy will come and bring you money!”
Susie had no interest in
money. So, as far as her parents could tell, her teeth never came, and they
brought her back to the pediatric dentist once more.
“That’s odd,” he
said, scanning the fresh set of x-rays. “See how there had been baby teeth
here before? They’re gone now!” He pointed to the old x-ray, then the new,
while the parents sat and puzzled with him. Susie licked her gums, then smiled.
The pediatric dentist glanced over.
“May I have a moment to
speak with Susie alone?”
This made Susie’s parent’s
uncomfortable, yet everything about the situation made them uncomfortable. So,
they left the room. The pediatric dentist sat in his chair and stared down at
Susie while she laid on the patient chair.
“Susie,” he said,
“do you know where your teeth went?”
She smiled her gummy smiled
once more and pulled out a baggie she kept hidden in her pocket at all times.
Inside were seventeen lumpy, bloodied pearls of teeth, one for each she had
pulled (minus the one that had turned to dust). Some were too small to have
fully formed. The pediatric doctor had never seen anything like it in his
thirty years of practice.
“But Susie… why? What
have you done?”
Susie shrugged her shoulders.
“Haven’t you ever wanted
to control your own body?”
The pediatric dentist had
nothing to say to that. He sent Susie home, telling her parents he would think
over her case a little bit more.
That night, the pediatric
dentist stared in the mirror, lips sealed, until finally, he bore his own teeth
to himself. Each one immaculate and cared for, he had never once considered
doing to himself what he had done to others. His teeth were fine, he thought.
Or were they?
He clasped one of his dental
tools in his hand. Meant for a child, it felt small for the first time. Then,
he brought it to one of his teeth and pulled. Blood gushed everywhere as he
examined what had been a perfectly healthy tooth. He smiled.
“Ah!” he cried.
“I understand now, little Susie.”
THE END
Kristen Seikaly is a Michigan native who lives on the outskirts of Philadelphia. Her work has appeared in Thrice Fiction, Story Seed Vault, Lost Balloon, and Flash Fiction Magazine. Her piece “Planetary Disappointment” was longlisted for the Wigleaf Top 50.
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And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.
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And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.
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Beyond the Veil Setting:
Two women reach out to one another individually in a séance setting.
One sits on one side of a dining table. The other sits at the other side. Each studies a candle just beyond her reach; there is darkness between the two candles. The long table is barely hinted at in the interstice between the two but it is clearly present.
The camera is stationary showing both in profile staring through each other.
The women are both portrayed by the same actress who is also the voice of the narrator, who is unseen. All three voices are identical so that it is impossible to tell which of the two women the narrator is supposed to represent.
Both women are spliced into the same scene. They are together but apart. The two candles remain for the duration of filming so that the two halves of the film can either be overlapped (so that both women appear incorporeal) or cut and sandwiched in the middle between the candles (so both women appear physically present). It is possible to set the scene thusly using both methods in different parts of the story, with both women seemingly flickering in and out of being, both individually and apart.
Script:
I. Black, audio only.
Narrator:
I was riding with my twin sister.
We were in a terrible car crash.
The car drove over the median and rolled.
It spun off the road where it caught fire.
There was smoke everywhere.
My sister didn’t make it.
II. Fade in to the long table with two lit candles; flames flickering.
Two women are just sitting at either end.
They stare blankly through each other.
Call and Response
Edith: Now I’m trying to contact her…
Edna: …beyond the veil.
Simultaneous:
Edith: Edna, do you hear me?
Edna: Edith, do you hear me?
Together (In Unison):
If you hear me, knock three times.
Narrator:
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Call and Response:
Edith: I miss you terribly.
Edna: I miss you so much.
Edith: Do you remember…
Edna: … the car crash?
Edith: We rolled…
Edna: … over the median.
Edith: There was fire.
Edna: There was smoke.
Edith: I could hear the sirens.
Edna: They were coming…
Edith: … to rescue us.
Edna: But they were so far away.
Edith: So far…
Edna: … away….
Simultaneous:
Edith: Are you okay?
Edna: Are you hurt?
Together (In Unison):
Knock three times for yes. Knock once for no.
Narrator:
Knock
– pause –
Knock
– pause –
Together (Syncopated):
What’s it like, on the other side?
– long pause –
Simultaneous:
Edith: I miss you, Edna.
Edna: I miss you, Edith.
Together (Syncopated):
It’s so lonely here.
Call and Response:
Edith: There’s no one here.
Edna: I’m all alone.
Edith: Without you…
Edna: …the spark of life…
Edith: …is gone…
Edna: … so far away.
– pause –
Together (Entirely Out of Sync):
It’s so dark.
III. Fade out to black
Narrator:
I was riding with my twin sister.
We were in a terrible car crash.
The car drove over the median and rolled.
It spun off the road where it caught fire.
There was smoke everywhere.
I didn’t make it.
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And feel free to check out more of Jennifer Weigel’s work here on Haunted MTL or here on her website.
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