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Becca took her phone and pushed it into her back pocket. She didn’t say another word and simply walked back into the destroyed greenhouse. She began lifting the containers and placing them on the shelf. Thoughts raced through her. Who is she to say who I can and can’t date anyway? Fuck her.
Jenny eventually walked in the room. Becca didn’t say a word to her and the two worked in silence as they cleaned up the space. Little by little, they found each piece to the spell and Becca took them, placing them back into the flowered box. When the only thing left to do was to sweep, Becca spoke up, “I’m going to bed,” she said.
She headed towards the door. But each step she took, she noticed the room got hotter and hotter. The heaviness filled ast he humidity rose to the point where breathing the dense air in was physically difficult. They both began to drip with sweat.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jenny said as Becca reached for the door.
Becca still didn’t speak to her. She knew she would say something she regretted. But there was no denying what they were experiencing and she knew she needed to close that spell or things would get much worse. She turned and went back to the box, carrying it back to where she had sat when she initiated the spell.
Pulling the objects out she set up the area. Then she flattened the book that held the words and lit both candles again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, ignoring the fear creeping up inside her.
“Oh wait,” she said and she stood. She picked up a stack of incense from behind the bench seat and lit one from the white candle. Then she walked to the north side of the room and paused. “I don’t really know how to do this but I remember Aunt Jo saying to give it your best and they will recognize your work. Shit, I was a baby then. That makes sense, but what if the rules change and you should know how to do it right when you are an adult. Fuck, adult. Yeah,” she continued to ramble until Jenny intervened.
“It’s okay,” Jenny said. “It can’t make it worse. Just do what she showed you.”
Becca jumped, startled at the sound. She hadn’t realized Jenny followed behind her. “Okay,” she repeated. “Okay, I can do this,” a mantra she usually kept inside her head.
“All hail the watchtower of the north,” she bagan. She lit and held the incense high in the air. She waved it slowly down in front of her watching the smoke swirl and fill the space in front of them. She continued, “we welcome you. Please join us in our spell and protect us as we work for the good of all.”
Jenny looked around the room. Becca stayed focused but could see the movement in Jenny as she worked. Her twisting and turning as she scanned for something to happen was distracting. “Stop,” she said. “You have to believe.”
“I do,” Jenny defended herself.
“Then act like it,” Becca added.
“I am.” Jenny held up her arm. Becca could see the bumps that had formed as chills surged through. She had felt the same wave of cold pass through.
She repeated the process at each corner. Then walked back to the seated position and the area that she had prepared again. She slowly lowered herself onto her knees. The room felt cooler. In fact, it felt as if it was getting cold.
“Okay,” Becca said. “So I already did the charcoal and the bread,” she said, touching each of the items. “Now it’s time for the next part.” She turned to the book and scanned down its contents.
Say the words below:
And so I welcome you, my guides, into my life, to help me each step along the way. I ask that you steer me in the right direction, that our actions together are for goodness and that you protect me.
I thank you that you should deem me worthy and promise to protect you in my thoughts and actions.
Sit in a quiet state, allowing the spell to work. Remain until the candles burn out on their own.
Jenny looked over to Becca. “Is it gonna work?” she asked. “You didn’t really follow the directions.”
“I don’t know,” Becca said. “Probably not. This is probably all a joke of some sorts,” she whispered.
“We have to believe,” Jenny said, eyes wide like a child. Becca wasn’t sure if it was from fear or hope.
“Yeah, I kind of do,” Jenny admitted.
Becca woke up with the warm dirt on her face and a pounding headache. Why did I drink so much wine? She sat up, noticing that the candles had burned down. Her sister had fallen asleep and was still there on the floor next to her, her arm over Becca’s leg.
Becca slowly lifted Jenny’s arm. She didn’t want to disturb Jenny but needed water and pills to shut up the bass drum behind her eyes. She made her way to through the kitchen and into the bathroom where the pills were located behind the mirror. She didn’t even notice the image in the mirror, a reflection that wasn’t her own.
Then she heard a scream. She ran from the bathroom and into the greenhouse, where she was met with a dark figure sweeping through the space. It was large, arms extended, but black and smokey. It was almost translucent. She saw Jenny on the other side of it pushing herself backwards against the greenhouse wall, turning her head and shrinking down to protect herself. Becca felt numb and heavy as she attempted to move her legs.