It can hardly be disputed that failure to note specific instances of telekinesis during the White girl's earlier years must be attributed to the conclusions offered by White and Steams in their paper Telekinesis: A Wild Talent Revisited-that the ability to move objects by effort of the will alone comes to the fore only in moments of extreme personal stress. Congress (Tulane University Press: 1981), p. Documented Facts and Specific Conclusions Derived from the Case of Carietta White, by David R. It wasn't until she stepped out that they all saw the blood running down her leg.įrom The Shadow Exploded. Miss Desjardin made an irritated cranking gesture at Carrie and stepped out.Ĭarrie turned off the shower. 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. It was a strangely froggy sound, grotesquely apt, and the girls giggled again. The girls giggled and Carrie looked up, her eyes slow and dazed from the heat and the steady, pounding roar of the water. A silver whistle, won in college archery competition, hung around her neck. 'What are you waiting for, Carrie? Doom? Bell in five minutes.' Her shorts were blinding white, her legs not too curved but striking in their unobtrusive muscularity. Miss Desjardin, their slim, nonbreasted gym teacher, stepped in, craned her-neck around briefly, and slapped her hands together once, smartly.
'-too cheap to spend a goddam penny so Cindi and I-' He picks his nose but so does she, so they're very-' '-I'm going with my sister and her husband. '-so Tommy said he hated it on me and I-' Calls and catcalls rebounded with all the snap and flicker of billiard balls after a hard break. 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. Bras were hooked, underpants stepped into. Showers turning off one by one, girls stepping out, removing pastel bathing caps, towelling, spraying deodorant, checking the clock over the door. She wished forlornly and constantly that Ewen High had individual-and thus private-showers, like the high schools at Andover or Boxford. She looked the part of the sacrificial goat, the constant butt, believer in left-handed monkey wrenches, perpetual foul-up, and she was.
It rested against her face with dispirited sogginess and she simply stood, head slightly bent, letting the water splat against her flesh and roll off. She was a chunky girl with pimples on her neck and back and buttocks, her wet hair completely without colour. Carrie stood among them stolidly a frog among swans. Girls stretched and writhed under the hot water, squalling, flicking water, squirting white bars of soap from hand to hand. The girls had been playing volleyball in Period One, and their morning sweat was light and eager. The locker room was filled with shouts, echoes, and the subterranean sound of showers splashing on tile. Graffiti scratched on a desk of the Barker Street Grammar school in Chamberlain: What none of them knew, of course, was that Carrie White was telekinetic. Carrie had been going to school with some of them since the first grade, and this had been building since that time, building slowly and immutably, in accordance with all the laws that govern human nature, building with all the steadiness of a chain reaction approaching critical mass. Some of them might also have claimed surprise, but of course their claim was untrue. On the surface, all the girls in the shower room were shocked, thrilled, ashamed, or simply glad that the White bitch had taken it in the mouth again. Nobody was really surprised when it happened, not really, not at the subconscious level where savage things grow. Mrs White could not be reached for comment. Mrs White, a widow, lives with her three-year-old daughter, Carietta. The stones fell principally on the home of Mrs Margaret White, damaging the roof extensively and ruining two gutters and a downspout valued at approximately $25. It was reliably reported by several persons that a rain of stones fell from a clear blue sky on Carlin Street in the town of Chamberlain on August 17th. News item from the Westover (Me.) weekly Enterprise, August 19, 1966: