Down The Rabbit Hole

T H R E E

I made my way out of my bedroom and headed to the bathroom down the hall. I took in all the neat things that lined the wall as I walked.

Mom must've redecorated last night. I'll have to ask her when she gets back from work.

I stopped to take it in for a second then I continued my journey.

I heard my name that was definitely not my mother's voice that was my nan's voice which stopped me dead in my tracks. She was calling me which was very strange since she's been dead since I was 8. I walked in the opposite direction of the bathroom towards the stairs cause now I curious.

Why was she here? And why is she calling my name this early?

I took in my surroundings, this house just keeps getting odder wherever I look. Not that it doesn't always look odd I mean my parents are children from the 60s home always was odd, but was also always home to me.

I still can't put my finger on it but this place seems familiar...

This on the other hand looked like I stepped into the set of Carol Burnett or maybe I Love Lucy, which is kind of cool they had great taste but this is the 15's it's consider odd or vintage as they say. There were all this wacky furniture and frames lining the walls.

I trekked down the stairs to ask my nan how she was here when I ran into June Cleaver herself having cooked a full course meal and now making cookies. Her hair was pinned up in a curlers still. She wore a wrap around them though some stuck out. She still looked beautiful the pictures I've seen in my youth didn't do her justice.

This shocked me

She's beautiful!

I smiled and she turned around and I was completely floored. She was wearing a dress.

She never wore dresses when I knew her. I've only ever heard my mother tell me stories or seen in pictures my grandmother had. But there she was wearing a dress looking like one of those models from the 60s Good Housekeeping Magazines.

I stood there taking in the scene.

"Finally you're down here I've been calling you all morning." She said smiling at me.

I couldn't moved she was beautiful. Not that she never wasn't beautiful but the way she was dressed increased it ten fold.

"Would you like some cookies?" She asked.

I shook my head finally shaking myself out of my surprise state and I asked her what the hell was going on. She looked completely taken aback. She scolded me like a child telling me I shouldn't talk like that because young ladies don't use that sort of language. After lecturing me on my etiquettes she smiled again.

"Now go get ready or you'll be late for school." She said.

"School? School? I'm way too old for school." I replied.

She just looked at me strangely saying I was only 16 years old. I was in shock.

16? I haven't been 16 in god knows how many years.

She continued to look at me strangely.

"Oh another one of your charades okay you've got me now go and get dressed I'm serious this time." She said trying to hide her smile.

"What's wrong with what I have on?" I argued back with a huff.

She grew pale and blushed. I looked down and realized I was in a my silk nighties. I blushed too excusing myself.

"I left an outfit on your bed." I heard her yell from the kitchen as I entered my room. "And go wake your sister!" She added.

Sister?!

I spotted it and cringed at the monstrosity with obnoxious amount of frills set out on my bed. Next to it were a pair on Mary Janes. I groaned but put it on as I was told to. I made my way back to the kitchen.

"You want me to wear this?!" I said pointing at my attire.

"I think you look cute, Josie." My nan said.

"I'll be the laughing stock of the school!" I continued.

"Nonsense this is what's cool nowadays." The blonde said beaming next to my nan.

Nowadays? It's 2015 this isn't cool! Wait is that--!?

I looked around more carefully seeing this place in a new light

I know this house!! This is Nan's old house!!

I began to panic and I asked my nan what day it was. She just handed me an old looking paper that read 16 August 1962.

Her voice began to muffle the scene started to fade then everything went black.