B*tches with Stiches: Book One

7 Two days later...

After doing nothing but meditation and Crystal concentration fir the last two days I think I had been brave enough to finally give in and call my mom's sister, Caroline. I hadn't spoken to her since her birthday of last May after that I just got sidetracked. I called her as I lay on my bedroom floor listening to Coldplay over and over rethinking my life and loneliness, "Hello? Aunt Caroline?" She answers in a voice lighter than my mom's which is pleasant compared to her older sisters raspy and annoying mom talk. "Yes? Who is this?"
"It's me, Molly. Molly Jansen I'm Judith's daughter." She sighs and replies, "Molly Jilliana Jansen? I think I remember you I think you and Seraphine used to play together as kids. You're about a teenager now so is Sera. Anyway, how are you doing, love?We havent spoke in a little while." I glance around me and close my eyes before finding it in me to ask, "Had anyone in our family ever practiced... Well..." Caroline stops a minute and whispers so close, "The dark arts you mean? Like kinetics, teleportation and regeneration? From what I know was have only one who has ever attempted it... Also was the only male in our family line to be a pure one. No one else has ever been recalled with these dark arts." I take out my note book and reply, "Tell me all you know."

It was the winter of 1865 and your great great great grandfather, Tarkin Grey was a young adult somewhere about 21-24 when he first discovered his gifts although it was no ordinary gifts: Tark could manipulate the mind into having people believe whatever he made them, he could control events using his mind but the scariest gift as you could imagine was necromancy. He was almost burned at the stake until his lover, Martha came up with a plan to help him escape this certain death. When the two eloped in secrecy in the mountains after escaping Martha became pregnant and that say this curse was placed on every child from our family line the males are cursed to create darkness but never have the gift.

I finished writing that last sentence, Men are cursed to create darkness but never have the gift. That then got me thinking if Stanley was anything like Tark he would have this said dark gift of channeling spirits... Therefore if I can get the spell from either Caroline or tons of searching through libraries and book stores. He could channel my friends through himself and I could possibly cause them to rise. "Caroline, I have a question but you can't tell anyone?" At first I hear a gasp, "You're pregnant!? Oh my God, Molly..." I sigh and roll my eyes, "No. It's worse then that." Caroline muses for me to talk, "I need to know a spell to speak to the dead." Caroline takes a deep breath and I can feel the shift in energy when i say it out loud. " Are you serious, Molly? Cause it's forbidden to wake the dead or even speak to them... We're not dark, we don't deal in those gifts... At least not the women. The men are very rare but usually born with the dark gifts... Just I don't think it's safe to ask me that." I pause. "So you're telling me it's not safe to ask about it at all? What if say someone in our family was born with said ability?" Silence.

"Who do you mean?" "Winston. He was born a channel, a beacon. Isn't that not classified as a dark gift? I mean think about it... He can talk to the dead and I can bring them back... Listen, if you don't tell me how I can do the old fashioned way I'll find out in a new age book. I know where to go." She immediately hangs up leaving me confused and kind of pissed. For starters, she's probably gonna call mom and I'm gonna get an ear full and there goes my supplies and lessons. Secondly, she may just be really shocked and freaked out i talked to her to begin with. "Hey Moll, you alright? You look troubled... Well sad sadder." Stanley says passing by my room. I run beside him as he goes downstairs, "Stanley if I needed you to help me with something... Something that would endanger our lives possibly would you help me do it?" Stanley heads for the fridge, " Depends what kind of help we talking? Like killing someone or taking a mascot?" I laugh sarcastically, "You're as we're discovering a beacon for the dead... Or so we think. I wanna talk to my friends... No I wanna bring them back... I need you to help me." Stanley takes a bite of his apple and sets it down on table, "Per say I'm not really a beacon instead I'm just crazy maybe. I mean just because I could read something that you could see makes nothing official. There is no male witch in this family never was." I shrug and lean against the table, "I wanna see them again, Stan. I'm not gonna do this alone... Mom took away our grandma why because she was different. I know I've practiced enough I'm strong enough to raise a corpse... I know I am. Or at least make contact for myself." Stan motions for me to follow him upstairs and I do straight into his room.

Once in his room he locks the door and reveals in hia closet a black suitcase and in it several Latin books and witchcraft books from possibly friends or stores. He opens his bottom sock drawer and takes out a bag of candles and a bag of animal bones, "Wait a minute. So you're telling me that..." He nods and heads for his computer and starts typing in. "I'm only doing this because you're my sister and my only sibling... We gotta stick together. But we gotta be careful like so fucking careful and we can't tell anyone in our family what were doing." I saw what he was searching for, "Alright, world of books downtown and main street just look in the religion and paranormal section it's very small but I believe you'll find it there. It's called Guide to the Afterlife by Morton Groove." I took the directions he printed out and first thing tomorrow morning I was gonna head there.