The Planchette Wolf

                             (An emotional paranormal love of a young girl under a spell)

 Teenage boys and middle-aged men were drawn to the woman because she was beautiful, but they had to keep their cool. They thought she was seductive. She was the most eligible divorcee and the mother of Catherine, a young adolescent. Mrs Sylvia Lutvik was a popular prey in the ‘Marvel Heights’ society in the sleepy Turkish city of Ankara, at 45. Although Catherine Lutvik was equally charming, and flaunted her alluring figure more than a college-going adult girl, middle-aged men and young boys were more drawn to Mrs Lutvik than to her daughter. Catherine envied her mother for this. Sylvia, who had been divorced for three years, liked the company of both men and women.

              “Mom.” Mrs Lutvik couldn’t help but smile and laugh as Catherine jumped into her mother’s room and threw herself against her.

              “My little darling, I say.” Her mother extended her arm to embrace her milk-white daughter.

              “Isn’t Aunt Dilara coming in today?” Catherine made a chirp.

              “She is, indeed. You dislike Aunt Dilara?” Her mother inquired as she brushed her hand through her daughter’s hair. Catherine sat curled with her head on her mother’s lap.

               “I enjoy her company, but she is quite mischievous and inappropriately touches me all over.” Catherine made a silly expression as she spoke.

               “Didn’t you notice how she stroked my breasts that day, telling me to wear a one-size-smaller bra to keep them taut?” Her mother laughed heartily.

              “She’s been like this since we were in elementary school. My best friend. She strokes my busts as well, commenting on how shaggy and useless they had become.” The room erupted in laughter.

Dilara Aydin, the daughter of a Turkish father and a Hindu mother, was a cocktail. Her upbeat personality made marriage seem like servitude to her. Last year, she turned 46. She admired other people’s children but never considered having her own or marrying to have any.

The doorbell rang minutes later, and the cuckoo bird chirped from inside as the mother and daughter talked. Catherine dashed out the door, tossing the quilt from over her. She unlatched the latch, revealing Dilara’s happy face.

              “Hello, my dear! You’ve matured.” Catherine’s cleavage was softly patted by her.

              “Mom. Please tell her not to do this to me.” She screamed for her mother, who was seen climbing down the stairs from her first-floor bedroom. Catherine dashed to her mother, who caressed her before extending her hand to shake hands with her friend. They hugged a little too tightly. Catherine made the correct guess despite being unaware of their companionship.

             “Is she for real?” Catherine murmured and planned to walk into the kitchen to get water for her Aunt. A sudden loud ‘ouch’ utterance from her mother made her turn around to see. Both middle-aged ladies turned their heads toward the kitchen and passed out a smile at the young lady.

              “Naughty woman.” Catherine entered the kitchen after letting it go. She dashed up the stairs with three glasses of water, which she politely displayed on a tray. Entering the room where her mother and Dilara chatted in bed she placed each glass on a side table with care.

               “Your girl has blossomed into a lovely lass,” Dilara said, drawing Catherine on her lap. Catherine murmured in her mouth, inaudible about her tormentor. Catherine jumped away from her as she loosened her grip on her.

              “Ahh… Dilara, let her go; she’s far too young for all this.” Sylvia intervened.

              “Shut Up!” Dilara reprimanded her friend, Sylvia.

              “You do not know how to tackle a grown-up girl.” She drew Catherine closer to her and forced her to sit on her lap again.  

              “Are you dating anyone?”

                “Mom!” Catherine screamed. “I don’t have a boyfriend, I say.” Catherine uttered feeling terribly irritated. She squeezed her Aunt’s waist causing her to whimper slightly before letting her go. She swiftly ran off and hid behind her mother after setting herself free. The two ladies laughed heartily. Dilara was adored by Catherine and her mother despite her occasionally annoying naughtiness.

In the afternoon, after a delicious lunch, Dilara grabbed her purse and got ready to head out at 4:00 p.m. She turned to face Catherine after hugging Sylvia. Although she was terrified, Catherine longed to embrace her Aunt, but she merely shook hands and took off running.    

              “I will teach her everything she needs to know if you leave her in my house for a day.” Dilara winked at Catherine and walked away.

              “Goodness gracious! This woman is the height of everything. She is a nice lady.” As she pretended to wipe away her relief with sweat, Catherine mumbled, running her sleeve across her brow.

Months later, in an asbestos barrack in a remote open field, Catherine and her three friends gathered around the ‘Planchet’, after college.

               “Hush... hush... hush!” Catherine raised a finger to her lips and hissed while making a signal to each of her classmates.

              “Nobody spills the bean. Certainly not to our parents.” She commanded. The other girls adorning haunted looks on their faces realised they had to focus on calling a soul.

              “Nobody panics or raises a fuss. Catherine gave a forewarning. I learned about this through one of my neighbourhood friends. We can call upon a holy soul and ask him anything we please.”

All friends enthusiastically nodded in affirmation to her and started muttering for any nearby holy soul to rise through the Planchet. They all murmured and put their first finger on the Planchet, saying, “If there is any holy soul, please come to us.” After a brief period, they opened their eyes. Everyone exchanged glances.

              “Nothing.” One girl spoke.

               “Let’s give it one more go. Some spirits, I’ve heard, are a little slow to arrive.” Catherine made a strong statement. They repeated it several times. Nothing was done. After college, they all tried for another two hours, but it was in vain.

              “It is tiresome.” Said one of her friends. “It’s too late; we should go home.” At the same moment, everyone left the concealed room after agreeing. The girls turned around as a wolf’s deafening growl and the heavy thumps of his walk, as if he had been let out of the cage, could be heard in the distance. Horrified, the girls ran away.

              “What happened? Why are you so pale, and why are you panting?” As she flung open the door for Catherine, her mother questioned. She held her close to quiet her fluttering heart. Unable to communicate, Catherine passed out in her mother’s arms. Sylvia drove her daughter to the hospital, where her friend Dilara had arrived much earlier at Sylvia’s request over the phone. The doctors examined Catherine, told her mother not to worry, prescribed antidepressants, and let her go. Catherine looked fine at home two hours later, which pleased her aunt and mother.

              “Why not stay the night with us tonight? I’m a little frightened.” Sylvia asked Dilara, and she immediately concurred. Following dinner, when everyone had said “Good night,” Catherine ascended the stairs and entered her bedroom.

1:30 am, the moment Catherine opened her eyes, she felt heated all over. As she opened her eyes, she realised her head rested on a muscular man’s bare chest. The man had wrapped his arms around her waist. Her head dug between the man’s neck and shoulder felt cosy to her. She whiffed the scent of after shave cologne. The fragrance made her soul float in the aroma of love. Catherine left her body loose on the man, half awake. Quickly after, she regained consciousness; she pushed herself away and jumped out of bed.       

             “Who are you?” In hushed tones, she questioned.

The man got out of bed and sat on the edge silently. His curly hair, broad shoulders, six-pack on trim belly, muscular arms, and blue eyes were all visible on the uncovered half of his body. Catherine wanted to run away, but as she looked at the man’s impressively naked body, her burgeoning adolescence held her back.

              “Who are you? How did you enter my room?” She asked again, but this time her voice was a little louder.

              “Hush…!” The man moved his finger to his lips in a gesture.        

              “Your mother and aunt are having a private affair in the bedroom. Don’t disturb them by shouting.”

              “What? How do you know all this?” Catherine was taken aback.

              “I am the soul you called forth, and I descended from the Planchet to be ever by your side. Anyone who mistreats you will be killed by me, and I will love and care for you.”

Catherine collapsed.

Mrs Lutvik decided not to wake up her daughter early the next morning because it was a Sunday. She entered her daughter’s room, gently opened the door, and peered inside to ensure she was asleep. She pecked her in the air from the threshold, seeing her under the quilt with only her face exposed, and was about to shut the door when her vision fell on footprints on the floor that were not her daughter’s. They were about 24 inches long and were surrounded by curled hair that looked like fur. She choked down her need to scream. Some animal had crawled into her daughter’s bedroom. She tightened her palms against her mouth more firmly and bolted downstairs. Sylvia informed her friend about all she had seen. Dilara jumped two steps up the staircase as she escalated. When her friend described it, she thought it was crazy and she wanted to look with her own eyes. The floor was spotless, and Catherine slept peacefully.

              “You must have hallucinated.” Dilara turned around to face Sylvia, who stood just behind her, and wrapped her arm around her shoulder as they walked down the stairs to the living room.

             “Hmmm... so you have a secret lover who visits you at night?” When Catherine awoke and came downstairs, her aunt teased her.

           “Oh, aunty, not at this hour of the day. Stop that nonsense, please! “She pleaded.

In no time at all, Catherine enjoyed the man’s presence in her bedroom. Along with talking to her, the man also loved her, which she appreciated as any other mushrooming girl would. He gently stroked her cheeks and let her hair fall to her neck. Every time he touched Catherine; her moans grew louder. Mrs Lutvik got out of bed with trepidation while still awake and working on significant official documents. To avoid creating any noise with her slippers, she walked quietly applying more pressure to her feet. The door to her daughter’s room was jerkily opened by her. She froze at the sight inside. Her daughter was flat on her back and wailing. Her hands were raised over her head. Sweat droplets that sparkled in the sunshine filled the little hair under her armpit. To the air conditioner, which was set to 16 degrees, Sylvia’s attention shifted.

Her mother yelled “Catherine!” As though emerging from a daze, Catherine opened her eyes. She gave herself a quick look-over before swiftly wrapping herself in the white bedspread. Her mother continued to look at her face as it had normalised following the pleasured crimson face.

              “Put on your clothes and sleep.” Her mother instructed her before leaving.

The next morning, Sylvia discussed everything with her friend, who encouraged her to leave Catherine at her place for a few days.

                “Perhaps some change could help her recover from her mental illness.” Sylvia consented to have her daughter visit her the following Saturday.

Mrs Lutvik was astonished when complaints from Catherine’s college began to flood in virtually every day because her daughter was a good student and no complaints from her college had ever crossed into their house. Mrs Lutvik was summoned by the principal one day since her daughter had missed many classes despite coming to college every day.     

        “Teachers report seeing your daughter talking to someone in the class and walking with someone during recess.”

             “Someone? Who?” Mrs Lutvik asked the principal as she sat across from her, puzzled.

             “No one saw the other person or whoever he or she may be. But her body language suggests that they hold hands while walking. She is mentally ill.” The principal sighed. “She isn’t showing up in her classes. One day, the entire college went looking for her, and we found her in the playground bushes, with her skirt uplifted. You should see a psychiatrist right away because this situation could be fatal for her.”

Sylvia followed the principal’s advice and thanked him before rising from her seat. As she walked down the school aisle, she noticed her daughter strolling around the playground, talking to someone, and occasionally laughing at a cracked joke. She thought about following her daughter silently. She got very close to her daughter. Sylvia was taken aback when her vision fell to the ground. She recognised the footprints from her bedroom.

             “I believe she is possessed by someone who is half human and half wolf down the waist.” Between sobs, Sylvia informed her friend on her cellphone.

              “Watch where they go, continue to follow them, and I will be there in fifteen minutes. Make sure your phone locator is turned on.” Dilara said to her friend.

Students could walk out of the college gates during recess, so no one obstructed Catherine’s way when she exited the main gate. Her mother trailed behind at a distance. Catherine crimped her body and laughed at the invisible entity who seemed to tickle her on the waist. With emotion, she tapped the ‘someone’ on the shoulder and wrapped her arm around its waist. It was all too much for her mother to bear. Her tears fell silently down her cheeks. She kept following them. Catherine seemed to be hornier than the intangible ‘someone.’ They soon arrived at the old barracks, which had been abandoned in a remote barren land for many years. They both entered. Sylvia followed them inside. Catherine stood in the lonely dark, her arms spread wide to caress her adorable darling. The man took shape in jeans with a bare upper body. Catherine closed her eyes and gasped for air, letting out huge moans. Sylvia covered her mouth with both her palms to evade her scream. Her daughter drew the man closer and kissed him. The man removed his jeans. To Sylvia’s surprise, the man’s lower body was covered in wiry, long, and dense black fur with a fluffy undercoat of white hair. His tows had heavy paw pads with claws, a short tail, and a tool the size of a log that was heavy, hairy, and long. It hung from its legs, almost touching the ground. Scared, Sylvia retrieved her footsteps and walked backwards to run out of the barrack, but unfortunately, she stepped on the metal planchet, which made a clanging sound. While Catherine moaned, the man turned to look. The man transformed into a fully grown dreaded wolf, standing eight feet tall on all four legs. The saliva-dripping canines were ready to tear the prey apart.        

             “Oh, my goodness!” Sylvia shrieked and dashed for the door. From behind, the wolf prowled and pounded ferociously at her, becoming increasingly bold on her. The claws dug deep into her stomach, while the canines penetrated her neck. The wolf snatched a large chunk of flesh from her neck and licked the blood and tore her tummy, dug its snot into her ripped stomach, pulling out the intestine. While Sylvia lay dead, the wolf consumed her flesh and drank her blood. He regained his normal frame and returned to Catherine after quenching his thirst and hunger. They both walked out of the barrack leaving Sylvia’s carcass behind. Catherine had no clue what happened under the atmosphere of the spell created around her. Catherine had to spread her legs wider to jump over the unidentified leftover of her mother.

              “Catherine!” Aunt Dilara yelled as she braked her car to a stop. Catherine turned around to face her. Her spell broke because of her aunt’s loud shout. A small grin spread across Catherine’s face.

             “What exactly are you doing here? Where is your mother?” She asked, her arms gripping her tightly.

             “College is over; I’m going home,” Catherine responded innocently.

              “Where has your mother gone?”

             “Have to be at home,”

             “What were you doing inside?”

              “I wasn’t there. Why do you ask?”

             “You wait here while I go inside to look. I will slap you if you go anywhere.” She instructed Catherine, who nodded in agreement.

Dilara entered and walked around a little. At the sight, of the fresh carcass with blood and flesh remains sputtered all around she puked. She bent to inspect once she regained her composure. Her friend’s bracelet said everything to her. She dashed out and grabbed the walls to keep herself from falling. Catherine rushed over to her help. As they walked towards the car, Catherine wrapped her aunt’s hand around her shoulder and someone else gripped her from her waist. Dilara turned to look, but there wasn’t anyone in sight.

             “Sit inside.” Catherine sat willingly in the front seat. Dilara drank some water from a bottle she kept in her car while sobbing loudly for her friend. She cried. Catherine was perplexed by the reason.

              “What’s up, aunty? Why are you crying?” She asked innocently.

               “There is nothing, my dear. You are not guilty.” Between sobs, she responded.

The car shook before she could turn on the ignition, and Dilara quickly realised that someone had taken a seat in the rear of her car. She said nothing and acted normal. The car accelerated towards home.

              “Aunty, this isn’t my house route.” Catherine guessed correctly. “Are we going somewhere else?”

             “My house,” she said.

              “But why?” Catherine inquired once more. “Is Mom aware you’re taking me to your house?”

             “You no longer have a mother or a home,” Dilara responded.

              “What? Have you lost your mind?” Catherine reacted angrily.

              “We will talk at home. Don’t be worried; everything will be fine.” Dilara responded.

After twenty minutes, the car came to a halt beneath the porch of a palatial building, an independent floor apartment. Dilara, Catherine, and the ‘someone’ all got out of the car.

Days flew by like a train. Every night, the moaning continued. Dilara realised that seeing a psychiatrist would be pointless because the case was beyond science. She had to act on her own or seek the help of an exorcist or a priest from an old church.      

       “Where has Mom gone?” Catherine let out a yell at her aunt one day.

               “I haven’t gone home for a week; mom’s cellphone doesn’t respond; I don’t go to college... Could you please tell me what’s going on here?”           

             “Time will tell, sweetheart. Have patience.” Her aunt tried to console the angry girl.

Dilara was brilliant at reading through the books on how to exorcise. In the middle of the night in her bedroom, she kept reading every day. She wished to fight for her friend and her motherless daughter. One day, she came across some chapters that discussed Planchet and its influences on humans, as well as how to get rid of evil forces that were inhibited within any human. But she also realised that there was no one inside Catherine other than someone who enjoyed being with her and making love. She read several books that taught her how to save a human from possession, but none of them discussed the love between the paranormal and humans.

             “I need to consult with an expert.” She pondered.

She heard grunting sounds from Catherine’s room one night while studying. She went to her room and kept her ear to the door to hear what went on.

              “I enjoy caressing you, but no sex for me.” A high-pitched male voice pierced her ear.

              “I like you as well; whenever we meet, you always make me long for you more and more.” Dilara’s ear was pricked by Catherine’s soft voice.

             “Promise me you will always love me and will never abandon me.” Catherine expressed her feelings to her boyfriend as she caressed her and kissed him on his shoulder.

             “I never will.” The nasally spoken voice was audible. Dilara jotted down their conversation in her notebook.

              “No one can separate us. I am always invisible and only appear when you are in danger or when someone mistreats you.” He stated. “Unless I take a form, no one can kill me or send me back. Someone with a hundred times the strength of a normal human being would have to send me back through the Planchet unless I decide to leave you on my own.” The conversation continued, followed by a lot of pleasured moaning. Dilara walked away and went to her room. When she picked up the ‘Grimoire,’ (Book of black magical spells) her studies bore fruit.

              “Aunty, I’m going to my room to study,” Catherine said after breakfast the next morning. Dilara also entered her room and ran her hand behind Catherine’s back, taking her aback by her aunt’s reaction, unaware that her aunt was also holding a knife in her hand.

             “Do you remember, my sweetheart, the day I told your mother she should send you to me so I could teach you everything you need to know about youth?” Awkwardly felt Catherine hid her eyes behind her palms. Her aunt drew her closer to herself and pressed her body against hers. Catherine shouted at her aunt to stop as she was about to advance further. Suddenly, they were both startled to hear a growl from behind them. Dilara spun around and stood behind Catherine, grabbing her biceps and tightening her grip on the knife in her hand. Just a leap away, an 8-foot-tall wolf howled an ear-piercing howl. Dilara received a snarl. His reddened gaze was fixed on her. Catherine rubbed her eyes twice, convinced she had seen a wolf in the house. Her body trembled with fear. The beast pursed its lips, bared its teeth with dripping saliva, and kept staring at her girlfriend’s tormentor. Horizontal protrusion of the ears, its claws spread wider to tear the prey. Dilara maintained her gaze into the beast’s eyes. She had a strategy. She wrapped her arms around Catherine’s neck and pressed the knife against her throat.

              “Return or I will kill your girlfriend. Then you would have no one to make love to or live the rest of your life with.” She yelled. Catherine remained firm, even though she could easily slip out of the loose grip on her neck. Her aunt, however, whispered in her ear that the same beast had killed her mother.

              “Please, please, please! I beg you not to harm my love.” The wolf was tamed and became a half-male, half-wolf hybrid.

             “I adore her. It isn’t my fault. She called me from another dimension. She had already left with her friends when I arrived. I chose to live with her because she was the most beautiful of all of them. I’ll be back, but please don’t hurt her.” The wolfman sobbed.

             “Return to where you came from... RIGHT NOW!” Dilara yelled at him. The air in front of them began to thicken and swirl. Because of the speed, both women had to close their eyes for a moment. A whooshing sound was heard, and the tables, chairs, and bed shook violently. Both women fell to the ground, unable to maintain their balance. After that, there was silence for a minute. The air became as thin as paper. Dilara assisted Catherine in getting up. They both cuddled.

             “By God’s grace, Catherine, you’re safe now,” Dilara said as she drew the girl closer to her with motherly affection. The young girl, too, clenched her body and wept for her mother.

              “I am sorry for everything that I pretended to do with you. But that was the only way to bring that soul in its real form.” Dilara wept cuddled in Catherine’s arms.

The next day, they went to the same barracks with a few other men to collect her friend Sylvia’s remains for the final rituals.

             “Never try your hand at something you aren’t sure you can handle,” Aunt Dilara advised Catherine as they drove up to the house. Catherine apologised and repented.