“I’m not leaving you,” she said, and then she gave a sudden sharp cry.
“What’s the matter? Why are you looking like that?” I asked as her expression changed. She put out her hands towards me and I saw she was shivering.
“You’re not going to faint, are you?” I asked in alarm. “Here, hold up, kid,” and I tried to reach her.
“Something’s happening to me,” she said wildly.
The look in her eyes scared me and then I saw something that made me start back. You won’t believe this. I didn’t believe It myself. It was like something had gone wrong with my eyes.
Myra was becoming blurred. Her figure was smudgy, like a blurred photograph and even her features seemed to be dissolving.
“What’s happening to you?” I exclaimed, feeling my heart pounding.
She didn’t say anything, but just stood swaying before me. I could see something filmy in front of her. Something that moved. Then a shadowy figure stepped from her.
You’ve seen those trick films where people become transparent? Well, that’s exactly how this figure looked. It sent my blood pressure up and gave me the scare of my life.
As I watched, the figure became more distinct and then there she was—Myra the second, the spitting image of Myra except she was dressed only in white satin panties and brassiere.