Part 1

I stared up at the manor, dark clouds rolled in beautifully, creating the perfect backdrop for this abandon home. It’s decaying body, cracked and falling apart, made the scene before me so… enchanting. It filled my mind with wonders as to what stories and secrets it could have possibly locked deep inside.

I stared up at it, with the wind blowing fiercely past me, making me smile to how perfect today was. I mean it wasn’t every day that valentines fell on a Saturday and even more perfect that today is Friday the thirteenth. I chuckled to myself at how ideal this alignment was, what more can a person ask for to make the perfect seance.

To get this spell casted right, I pulled out my phone and checked the time, making sure I was twenty minutes early and perfectly two hours shy of midnight, I smiled and slid it back into my pocket. I managed to be thirty minutes early than scheduled. Peering up at the manor with honest determination, I had one shot and I wasn’t going to let anything hinder it! This spell had to be casted perfectly and I knew it would be.

You’ve created countless spells! I told myself. All of which have been praised by many! You have the blood of a witch! I shook my nerves and stood up straight, prep talking myself into continuing the ritual. This spell was my most powerful one yet, it cannot… no… it will not fail me now. I smiled at the thought as I walked up the hill towards the beautiful dark painting that was this mansion. Grabbing the tools from my pocket I swiftly picked it until a click could be heard. Opening the door and shutting it behind me, I eyed the time, making sure I still had time to walk around and find the perfect area to create my circle.

Feeling each room out, until I found the perfect space, when I happily stopped in the hugest master bedroom I’d ever seen, knowing that this was the one. This room had more of a darkness about it than the other rooms that made my hair stand on end. I basked in its ruinous energy, it filled my heart with desire and pumped my stomach full of butterflies. Was this what it felt like to fall in love? Or go on a first date? I thought of what tomorrow may bring once the spell had worked and twirled at the mere thought, excitement fueling my veins. Twirling my way into the center, I danced about, joyfully carving two circles and then in circling them both in an even larger one onto the wooden floor. Conjuring up two different spirits required two separate circles and a formulated spell, combining them into one.

I delicately but quickly connected the outer circle with the two circles, creating intricate designs, woven with my desires to conjure the perfect being. When finished, I sat in front of it and placed my supplies around me. I praised myself at how beautiful it was and thought about how my success was going to make everyone falter at my feet during the party, those worthless low lives were going to worship me by tomorrow night! I couldn’t help but feel the corners of my lips slowly stretch into a smile. My body shook as I laughed, my stomach tickled by my thoughts.

I sighed out the rest of my laughter and grabbed the knife, wincing as I cut my hand. Leaning over, I let my blood fall into the lines I’ve created. I grabbed a water bottle and let that mix in with my blood, filling the etched designs as I recited my spell from the book in front of me. Satisfied with my work, I sat back and continued chanting.

I checked the clock to see that an hour had passed, with my back aching and my jaw hurting from constantly reciting the spell, I was mentally kicking myself for not bringing a pillow with me, as my butt screamed in protest. I peeked at the clock once again, I was getting close to the halfway mark when the room around me violently shook, the windows rattled and the candles flickered as if a terrible storm was raging outside.

Boom!

A noise followed by flashing lights, confirmed my suspicions. The whole house shook with a viscous rattle, like something was trying to tear this house into shreds. Not allowing it to distract me, I kept my mind on the prize, knowing I couldn’t miss not a single minute. The lightening raged on, flashing like cameras as It struck the ground three times within the same spot directly in front of the window before me. I jumped then, nearly dropping my book of spells in the process. As I tried to continue to read, a gust of wind burst from out of no where, sending a cold draft that blanketed the entire room, forcing me into an uncontrollable shiver. My heart raced and for the first time in a long time, I wasn’t sure whether I was excited or terrified.

I jerked my head towards my arm, as something grabbed onto me, yanking it roughly. Clutching the book with a vise like grip, I refused to let it go and instead of backing down another hand gripped my other arm, trying to catch me off guard to release the book from my hold. I wasn’t sure why, but I was having none of it. I gripped tighter and recited faster. I was a pro at what I do and these ghost were gonna learn just who I was. The howling of the wind, mixed with soft whispers pelted my ears with an eerie musical that wasn’t at all pleasant. I looked over at the time and at the window as the whispers grew frantic. They pierced my eardrums like needles and it felt as if they were bleeding, making a decision, I dropped the book.