“It hasn’t been cleaned yet. We had to let the investigators do their work,” Luz explains.
“Does it have to be the actual spot. Because it was pretty bad,” Marcellus says.
“No, anywhere inside the building will be fine.”
“Okay.” He brings us into the plush office. Dark grey walls with built in shelves lined with binders and interesting sculptures. The curved desk is made of dark wood, and the leather office chair has a pillowed design. The luxury design is ruined by the dark energy flooding the space.
I flinch. The souls are restless, confused, and angry. They want revenge.
“You can sense them, too, can’t you?” Fel asks. Her head swivels from left to right as if she’s tracking an invisible being.
“Yes. Do you see them?” I lean in toward her.
“No, but this feeling It’s awful.” Sacha rubs her arms. Her face scrunches up as if she’s in pain.
“We’re trying to help you guys.” I speak to the room.“Can you see them?” Luz asks me.I shake my head. “No, thank God. I just sense them.”
“We cleared off the desk for you. Will it be enough space.?” Luz hovers at the edge of the desk.
I wave her away, eager to get started.“This is plenty.”
“Okay, we’re going to hang out, and give you guys space.” Marcellus holds up his hands.
Sacha tilts her head to the side. “They want to talk to us.” “Yeah, but do we want to talk to them?” Fel scoffs.“It’s going to be graphic, guys. It’s fresh,” I caution.
“We’d want someone to do the same thing for us,” Sacha points out.
“You’re right.” I nod. “Okay,” I take a deep breath, “We hear you. We understand you’re angry, and we want to help you not only be avenged but find peace. If there’s anything you want to say or show us, we’re listening.”
The response is instantaneous. My eyes water as pain explodes in my head and my neck. I can see the blood splatter against the walls and here the screams. The phantom feeling of fangs ripping at flesh makes me sway on my feet. I clench my stomach and stumble, grabbing the desk to stay upright. There are too many of them. It’s a slaughter.
“Holy shit,” Sacha whispers.
“She’s been busy,” I growl.
“We have to stop her before she does this to anyone else.”
“This spell will put her out of commission, at least for a while.” The spirits rejoice. They want to help us. We cast a circle, and hold hands.
What was done to them
Shall be done to thee
Feel their pain now by three
As we will it so shall it be
The spirits join in, lending their voices and their energy to the spell. Items rattle on the wall, and the door opens and closes. Our bodies are conduits as we channel for them. Our feet come off the ground. Hovering in the air, we raise our hands. Our voices grow shrill. We jerk when it releases from our chest, seeking it’s intended. I gasp as the spirits send us gratitude.
“Go now where you belong. We’ll see her put to justice. You don’t belong here in this place,” Fel whispers.
I feel the joy and relief as they begin to pass over. Somewhere I know the spell is hitting it’s intended target. We drift slowly to the ground.
“Umm … Wow,” Sacha whispers.
“I know,” I say, energized.
“They gave us energy as thanks for what we did,” Fel whispers.