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Black Flames, whole no. 1, January 1946

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"It's time for me to leave, too," a pleasing feminine voice remarked. "I've seen the picture all the way through. Lousy film, wasn't it?".

I started to agree, and then thought I'd look awfully silly talking to someone who wasn't there, so I merely nodded my head imperceptibly and dashed frantically toward the 'bus stop, just in time to board the homeward 'bus. "I definitely must be suffering from hallucinations," I thought.

I reflected that I had been warned by well-meaning friends and relatives that something like this might happen if I continued my interest in things fantastic. Disconsolately, I slumped down in the rear of the 'bus. There were only five other passengers besides myself. That is, I thought there were only five other passengers, until........ almost imperceptibly the leatherette cushions of the seat next to me seemed to flatten of their own accord and once more I sense that indefinable presence.

My throat grew dry, and the hair upon my scalp prickled, but I summoned up my courage and whispered, "You again! Why do you follow me?"

There was a brief silence. "Maybe I've been dreaming," I thought. "It's probably just a mirage, or something I've eaten."

Any hopes that I might have had that this was a delusion were shattered when a feminine voice replied, "You really don't mind my following you, do you? One gets so terribly lonely when one is invisible."

"You really mean you're invisible?" I gasped incredulously, and then my curiosity overcame my first instinct of fright, and I continued in a lower tone, so that I would not be overheard, "How did this happen?"

"Well, it's a long story....." came the reply, somewhat doubtfully.

"That's all right. I've a long ride home," I replied encouragingly. Now that the first shock has passed, I was actually beginning to enloy this.

"Well," my invisible companion began, "first I'd better tell that my name is Roxane, I'm twenty-two, and I'm quite as ordinary as anyone else, except, of course, I'm invisible. I wasn't born that way, though. It all began on the day of my twenty-first birthday, when the little woman selling cosmetics came to the door. I never would have let her in, except--well--it was my twenty-first birthday, and I was feeling very grownup and self-assured. You see, my parents were dead, and I lived with my aunt and uncle. They were very strict -- never allowed me to use lipstick or nail

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"It's time for me to leave, too," a pleasing feminine voice remarked. "I've seen the picture all the way through. Lousy film, wasn't it?". I started to agree, and then thought I'd look awfully silly talking to someone who wasn't there, so I merely nodded my head imperceptibly and dashed frantically toward the 'bus stop, just in time to board the homeward 'bus. "I definitely must be suffering from hallucinations," I thought. I reflected that I had been warned by well-meaning friends and relatives that something like this might happen if I continued my interest in things fantastic. Disconsolately, I slumped down in the rear of the 'bus. There were only five other passengers besides myself. That is, I thought there were only five other passengers, until........ almost imperceptibly the leatherette cushions of the seat next to me seemed to flatten of their own accord and once more I sense that indefinable presence. My throat grew dry, and the hair upon my scalp prickled, but I summoned up my courage and whispered, "You again! Why do you follow me?" There was a brief silence. "Maybe I've been dreaming," I thought. "It's probably just a mirage, or something I've eaten." Any hopes that I might have had that this was a delusion were shattered when a feminine voice replied, "You really don't mind my following you, do you? One gets so terribly lonely when one is invisible." "You really mean you're invisible?" I gasped incredulously, and then my curiosity overcame my first instinct of fright, and I continued in a lower tone, so that I would not be overheard, "How did this happen?" "Well, it's a long story....." came the reply, somewhat doubtfully. "That's all right. I've a long ride home," I replied encouragingly. Now that the first shock has passed, I was actually beginning to enloy this. "Well," my invisible companion began, "first I'd better tell that my name is Roxane, I'm twenty-two, and I'm quite as ordinary as anyone else, except, of course, I'm invisible. I wasn't born that way, though. It all began on the day of my twenty-first birthday, when the little woman selling cosmetics came to the door. I never would have let her in, except--well--it was my twenty-first birthday, and I was feeling very grownup and self-assured. You see, my parents were dead, and I lived with my aunt and uncle. They were very strict -- never allowed me to use lipstick or nail