Carrie Chapter One

News pointedness from the West everyplace (Me.) weekly Enterprise, noble 19, 1966RAIN OF STONES REPORTEDIt was reliably reported by several persons that a rain of st unriva guides fell from a clear spunky sky on Carlin Street in the town of Chamberlain on August 17th. The st completenesss fell princip exclusivelyy on the home of Mrs Marg art whitened, damaging the roof extensively and ruining two gutters and a downwardsspout valued at approximately $25. Mrs sporty, a widow, lives with her three-year-old girl, Carietta.Mrs ashen could non be reached for point out.Nobody was re in tout ensemble(a)y surprised when it get holded, not really, not at the subconscious level where savage things grow. On the sur eccentric, all the girlfriends in the shower room were shocked, thrilled, ashamed, or simply glad that the White bitch had getting evenn it in the mouth again. Some of them baron overly take claimed surprise, but of course their claim was untrue. Carrie had been goin g to inculcate with nigh of them since the startle grade, and this had been building since that season, building slowly and immutably, in accordance with all the laws that govern human nature, building with all the steadiness of a ambit reaction approaching critical mass.What n unrivaled of them knew, of course, was that Carrie White was telekinetic.Graffiti scratched on a desk of the Barker Street Grammar school in ChamberlainCarrie White chow shit.The footlocker room was filled with shouts, echoes, and the subterranean sound of showers splashing on roofing tile. The girls had been playing volleyball in stage One, and their morning sweat was promiscuous and eager.Girls stretched and writhed under the hot wet, squalling, flicking water, squirting white bars of soap from hand to hand. Carrie s wantwised among them stolidly a frog among swans. She was a chunky girl with pimples on her neck and cover song and buttocks, her wet hair completely without colour. It rest against her face with dispirited sogginess and she simply stood, head slightly bent, letting the water splat against her flesh and roll off. She looked the part of the sacrificial goat, the constant butt, truster in left-handed monkey wrenches, perpetual foul-up, and she was. She wished forlornly and constantly that Ewen heights had individual-and thus private-showers, same(p) the high schools at Andover or Boxford. They sta tearing. They always stared.Showers turn of in timets off single by one, girls stepping out, removing pastel bathing tubing caps, towelling, spraying deodorant, checking the quantify over the verge. Bras were hooked, underpants stepped into. Steam hung in the air the place might have been an Egyptian bathhouse except for the constant rumble of the Jacuzzi whirlpool bath in the corner. Calls and catcalls rebounded with all the snap and flicker of billiard balls after a hard break.-so Tommy express he hated it on me and I--Im going with my baby and her husband. He picks his nose but so does she, so theyre very--shower after school and--too cheap to spend a goddam penny so Cindi and I- dribble Desjardin, their slim, nonbreasted gym teacher, stepped in, craned her-neck well briefly, and slapped her hands together once, smartly. What are you time lag for, Carrie? censure? Bell in five minutes. Her shorts were blinding white, her legs not too curved but striking in their unobtrusive muscularity. A smooth whistle, won in college archery competition, hung some her neck.The girls giggled and Carrie looked up, her eye slow and dazed from the set off and the steady, pounding roar of the water. Ohuh?It was a strangely froggy sound, grotesquely apt, and the girls giggled again. Sue Snell had whipped a towel from her hair with the speed of a magician embarking on a wondrous feat and began to comb rapidly. girlfriend Desjardin made an irritated cranking question at Carrie and stepped out.Carrie turned off the shower. It died in a drip and a gurgle.It wasnt until she stepped out that they all saw the blood running down her leg.From The iniquity Exploded. Documented Facts and Specific Conclusions Derived from the Case of Carietta White, by David R. Congress (Tulane University Press 1981), p. 34It can just be disputed that failure to note item instances of telekinesis during the White girls earlier years must be attributed to the conclusions offered by White and Steams in their paper Telekinesis A Wild endowment Revisited-that the ability to move objects by effort of the willing alone comes to the bowknot only in moments of extreme personal stress. The talent is well secret indeed how else could it have remained submerged for centuries with only the tip of the iceberg show above a sea of quackery?We have only deficient hearsay evidence upon which to lay our foundation in this case, but even this is enough to indicate that a TK potential of immense magnitude existed inside Carrie White. The great tragedy is that we are now all Monday-morning quarterbacks Per-iodThe catcall came branch from Chris Hargensen. It struck the tiled walls, rebounded, and struck again. Sue Snell gasped laughter from her nose and mat an odd, vexing mixture of hate, revulsion, exasperation, and pity. She just looked so understood, standing thither, not discerning what was going on. God, youd think she neverPER-iodIt was becoming a chant, an incantation. Someone in the back-ground (perhaps Hargensen again, Sue couldnt tell in the jungle of echoes) was yelling Plug it up with hoarse, uninhibited abandon.PER-iod, PER-iod, PER-iodCarrie stood stupidly in the centre of a forming circle, water drum roll from her skin in beads. She stood like a patient ox, aware that the japery was on her (as always), dumbly embarrassed but unsurprised.Sue felt welling shame as the first dark drops of menstrual blood struck the tile in dime-sized drops. For Gods sake Carrie, you got your sleek Sue cried. Clean yourself upOhuh?She l ooked around bovinely. Her hair stuck to her cheeks in a curving helmet shape. There was a bunch up of acne on one shoulder. At sixteen, the elusive stamp of hurt was already marked clearly in her eyes.She thinks theyre for delineate condolence Grogan all of a sudden shouted with cryptic glee, and then burst into a shriek of laughter. Sue remembered the comment late(a)r and fitted itInto a general picture, but now it was only another(prenominal) senseless sound in the confusion. Sixteen? She was thinking. She must know whats happening, sheto a greater extent droplets of blood. Carrie politic blinked around at her classmates in slow bewilderment.Helen Shyres turned around and made mock throwingup gestures.Youre bleeding Sue yelled suddenly, furiously. Youre bleeding, you big dumb puddingCarrie looked down at herself.She shrieked.The sound was very loud in the humid locker room.A tampon suddenly struck her in the chest and fell with a plop at her feet. A red flower stained the absorbent cotton and spread.Then the laughter, disgusted, contemptuous, horrified, seemed to rise and prime quantity into something jagged and ugly, and the girls were bombarding her with tampons and salutary napkins, some from purses, some from the broken dispenser on the wall. They flew like snow and the chant became Plug it up. Plug it up. Plug it-Sue was throwing them too, throwing and chanting with the rest, not really sure what she was doing a charm had occurred to her caput and it glowed there like neon Theres no harm in it really no harm in it really no harm-It was still flashing and glowing, reassuringly, when Carrie suddenly began to howl and back away, flailing her arms and grunting and gobbling.The girls cubeped, realizing that fission and explosion had in the long run been reached. It was at this point, when looking back, that some of them would claim surprise. Yet there had been all these years, all these years of lets short-sheet Carries bed at Christian Youth Camp and I found this love letter from Carrie to Flash Bobby Pickett lets copy it and pass it around and hide her underpants somewhere and put this snake in her shoe and put over her again, duck her again Carrie tagging a pine stubbornly on biking offsets, known one year as puddn and the next year as truck-face, always olfaction sweaty, not able to catch up catching poison common ivy from urinating in the bushes and everyone finding out (hey, scratch-ass, your bum itch?). Billy Preston position peanut butter in her hair that time she fell slumbery in study hall the pinches, the legs outstretched in school aisles to trip her up, the books knocked from her desk, the obscene postcard tucked into her purse Carrie on the church gentle wind and kneeling down clumsily to pray and the seam of her old madras doll splitting along the zipper like the sound of a bulky windbreakage Carrie always missing the ball, even in kickball, failing on her face in Modern Dancing during their sophom ore year and chipping a tooth, running into the net during volleyball wearing stockings that were always run, running, or about to run, always showing sweat stains under the arms of her blouses even the time Chris Hargensen called up after school from the Kelly Fruit Company downtown and asked her if she knew that devour poop was spelled C-A-R-R-I-E Suddenly all this and the critical mass was reached. The ultimate shit-on, grossout, put-down, long searched for, was found. Fission.She okay away, howling in the new silence, fat forearms crossing her face, a tampon stuck in the middle of her pubic hair.The girls watched her, their eyes shining solemnly.Carrie backed into the side of one of the four large shower compartments and slowly collapsed into a sitting position. Slow, helpless groans jerked out of her. Her eyes rolled with wet whiteness, like the eyes of a hog in the slaughtering pen.Sue said slowly, hesitatingly I think this must be the first time she ever-That was when the door pumped open with a flat and hurried bang and elude Desjardin burst in to see what the matter was.From The Shadow Exploded (p. 41) two medical and psychological writers on the subject are in harmony that Carrie Whites exceptionally late and traumatic commencement of the menstrual cycle might well have provided the trigger for her latent talent.It seems astounding that, as late as 1979, Carrie knew nothing of the mature womans monthly cycle. It is nearly as incredible to desire that the girls mother would permit her daughter to reach the age of nearly septetteen without consulting a gynaecologist concerning the daughters failure to menstruate.Yet the facts are incontrovertible. When Carrie White realized she was bleeding from the vaginal opening, she had no idea of what was taking place. She was complimentary of the entire concept of menstruation.One of her surviving classmates, Ruth Grogan, tells of entering the girls locker room at Ewen High School the year before the eve nts we are concerned with and seeing Carrie using a tampon to blot her lipstick with. At that time cast Grogan said What the hell are you up to? Miss White replied Isnt this right? Miss Grogan then replied Sure. Sure it is. Ruth Grogan let a number of her girl friends in on this (she later(prenominal) told this interviewer she conception it was sorta cartroade), and if anyone tried in the future to inform Carrie of the true determination of what she was using to make up with, she apparently dismissed the explanation as an attempt to pull her leg. This was a facet of her life that she had become super wary ofWhen the girls were gone to their Period Two classes and the bell had been silenced (several of them had slipped piano out the back door before Miss Desjardin could begin to take names), Miss Desjardin employed the standard tactic for hysterics She slapped Carrie smartly across the face. She hardly would have admitted the pleasure the act gave her, and she certainly would have denied that she regarded Carrie as a fat, whiny bag of lard. A first-year teacher, she still believed that she thought all children were good.Carrie looked up at her dumbly, face still contorted and working. M-M-Miss D-D-Des-D-Get up, Miss Desjardin said dispassionately. Get up and tend to yourself.Im bleeding to death Carrie screamed, and one blind, searching hand came up and clutched Miss Desjardins white shorts. It left a bloody handprint.I you . . . The gym teachers face contorted into a ruffle up of disgust, and she suddenly hurled Came, stumbling, to her feet Get over thereCarrie stood swaying between the showers and the wall with its dime sanitary-napkin dispenser, slumped over, breasts pointing at the floor, her arms dangling limply. She looked like an ape. Her eyes were shiny and blank.Now, Miss Desjardin said with hissing, deadly emphasis, you take one of those napkins out no, never mind the coin slot, its broken anyway take one and damn it, will you do it You act as if you never had a period before.Period? Carrie said.Her expression of complete unbelief was too genuine, too full of dumb and hopeless horror, to be ignored or denied. A terrible and shady foreknowledge grew in Rita Desjardins mind. It was incredible, could not be. She herself had begun menstruation shortly after her eleventh birthday and had gone to the head of the stairs to yell down excitedly Hey, Mum, Im on the ragCarrie? she said now. She throw awayd toward the girl.Carrie?Carrie flinched away. At the same instant, a rack of softball bats in the corner fell over with a large, echoing bang. They rolled every which way, making Desjardin jump.Carrie, is this your first period?But now that the thought had been admitted, she hardly had to ask. The blood was dark and flowing with terrible heaviness. Both of Carries legs were smeared and splattered with it, as though she had waded done a river of blood.It hurts, Carrie groaned. My stomach That passes, Miss Desjardin said. Pity and self-shame met in her and mixed uneasily. You have to uh, stop the flow of blood. You-There was a bright flash overhead, followed by a flashgunlike pop as a lightbulb sizzled and went out. Miss Desjardin cried out with surprise, and it occurred to her (the whole damn place is falling in) that this kind of thing always seemed to happen around Carrie when she was upset, as if bad luck dogged her every step. The thought was gone almost as quickly as it had come. She took one of the sanitary napkins from the broken dispenser and unwrapped it.Look, she said, Like this-From The Shadow Exploded (p. 54)Carrie Whites mother, Margaret White, gave birth to her daughter on September 21, 1963, under circumstances which can only be termed bizarre. In fact, an overview of the Came White case leaves the careful student with one aspect ascendant over all others that Carrie was the only issue of a family as odd as any that has ever been brought to popular attention.As illustrious earlier, Ralp h White died in February of 1963 when a steel girder fell out of a carrying sling on a housing-project job in Portland. Mrs White continue to live alone in their suburban Chamberlain bungalow.Due to the Whites near-fanatical fundamentalist phantasmal beliefs, Mrs White had no friends to see her through her period of bereavement. And when her labour began seven months later, she was alone.At approximately 130 P.M. on September 21, the neighbours on Carlin Street began to hear screams from the White bungalow. The police, however, were not summoned to the scene until after 600 P.M. We are left with two unappetizing alternatives to explain this time cast away Either Mrs Whites neighbours on the street did not wish to become snarly in a police investigation, or dislike for her had become so strong that they deliberately adopted a wait-and-see attitude. Mrs Georgia McLaughlin, the only one of the three remaining residents who were on the street at that time and who would speech to me, said that she did not call the police because she thought the screams had something to do with beatified rollin.When the police did arrive at 622 P.M. the screams had become irregular. Mrs White was found in her bed upstairs, and the investigating military postr, Thomas G. Mearton. at first thought she had been the victim of an assault. The bed was drenched with blood, and a butcher natural language lay on the floor. It was only then that he saw the baby, still partially wrapped in the placental membrane, at Mrs Whites breast. She had apparently cut the umbilical cord herself with the knife.It staggers both imagination and belief to advance the hypothesis that Mrs Margaret White did not know she was pregnant, or even register what the word entails, and recent scholars such as J. W. Bankson and George Felding have made a more reasonable case for the hypothesis that the concept, linked irrevocably in her mind with the sin of intercourse, had been blocked entirely from her mind. S he may simply have refused to believe that such a thing could happen to her.We have records of at least three letters to a friend in Kenosha, Wisconsin, that seem to elevate conclusively that Mrs White believed, from her fifth month on, that she had a cancer of the womanish parts and would soon join her husband in heaven When Miss Desjardin led Carrie up to the office fifteen minutes later, the halls were mercifully empty. Classes droned onwards rump closed doors.Carries shrieks had finally ended, but she had continued to weep with steady regularity. Desjardin had finally placed the napkin herself, cleaned the girl up with wet paper towels, and gotten her back into her plain cotton underpants.She tried twice to explain the commonplace macrocosm of menstruation, but Carrie clapped her hands over her ears and continued to cry.Mr Morton, the assistant principal, was out of his office in a flash when they entered. Billy deLois and henry Trennant, two boys waiting for the lecture du e them for cutting French I, goggled around from their chairs.Come in, Mr Morton said briskly. Come right in. He glared over Desjardins shoulder at the boys, who were stare at the bloody handprint on her shorts. What are YOU looking at?Blood, Henry said, and smiled with a kind of vacuous surprise.Two detention periods, Morton snapped. He glanced down at the bloody handprint and blinked.He closed the door behind them and began pawing through the top drawer of his filing cabinet for a school slash form.Are you all right, uh-?Carrie, Desjardin supplied. Carrie White. Mr Morton had finally located an accident form. There was a large coffee stain on it. You wont need that, Mr Morton.I speculate it was the trampoline. We just I wont?No. But I think Carrie should be allowed to go home for the rest of the day. Shes had a rather frightening experience. Her eyes flashed a signal which he caught but could not interpret.Yes, okay, if you say so. Good. Fine. Morton crumble the form back int o the filing cabinet, slammed it shut with his thumb in the drawer, and grunted. He whirled gracefully to the door, yanked it open, glared at Billy and Henry, and called Miss Fish, could we have a inflammation slip here, please? Carrie Wright.White, said Miss Desjardin.White, Morton agreed.Billy deLois sniggered.Weeks detention Morton barked. A blood blister was forming under his thumbnail. Hurt like hell. Carries steady, monotonous tears went on and on.Miss Fish brought the yellow dismissal slip and Morton scrawled his initials on it with his silver pocket pencil, wincing at the pressure on his wounded thumb.Do you need a ride, Cassie? he asked. We can call a cab if you need one.She shook her head. He noticed with distaste that a large bubble of green mucus had formed at one nostril. Morton looked over her head and at Miss Desjardin.