The Olympian Spirits: Brotherly Bond
The clouds parted around the full moon on Halloween eve, shining on the town of Chester, Mississippi. Winds blew gently through the woods and leaves danced in the wind as three teenage kids ran toward the graveyard with kerosene lanterns at their sides. The air filled with their giggles and commands to hurry. One boy carried a mirror in his free hand, another had a hammer and a box of nails, and the only girl carried a spirit board. They ran through the trees till their trail led them to a cast iron gate, separating the graveyard from the Forrest. Each kid was unique to their group. Jeremy, the mirror carrying boy, was fifteen, wore glasses and was fairly dark in complexion. He had a fade and always wore a Miami Heat baseball cap. Louis, was the oldest, almost seventeen. He was Hispanic and had curly black hair. Angela was a brunette and had a pale complexion. She always kept her hair in a pony tail.
Jeremy pushed the gate open with the force of his back and the three of them snuck in slowly. Louise pointed to his left and the rest followed.
“We could get into a lot of trouble for this.” Jeremy whispered.
“Said the kid who opened the gate.” Louise mocked. Jeremy rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious, what if there is a killer on the loose and he just so happened to be strolling through the graveyard.”
“Oh, don’t be such a worry wart, Jeremy.” Angela joked, “Besides, if anyone tries to mess with us, we can put a spell on them.”
“I’m not a witch.” Jeremy cried.
“What are you?” Angela asked.
“I’m Baptist.”
Louise and Angela started laughing as Jeremy shushed them.
“It’s not funny you guys,” he cried. Louise stopped.
“We’re here. The grave of Mary Worth.”
They looked at the tombstone in front of them and gazed in a mix of fear and excitement. Angela dropped the spirit board on top of the grave and signaled for Louise to hang the mirror up on the tree behind it. Jeremy sighed and reluctantly handed over the mirror.
“You wouldn’t have come this far if you weren’t interested.” Louise remarked.
The clouds swarmed around the moon as the winds started to pick up slowly. Louise placed his lantern beside the tombstone and proceeded to nail the mirror onto the tree. Angela sat down in front of the board with her legs crossed. Jeremy sighed and slowly sat, facing the mirror. Louise joined the duo and laughed.
“If this ain’t the best Halloween, I don’t know what is.” He yelled.
“It ain’t Halloween till tomorrow, Louise.”Angela corrected, “Three hours from now.”
“Then why are we here again?” Louise questioned.
“Because it’s said that on the eve of All Hallows Eve, Mary Worth, the strongest witch in this part of the Mississippi, can be raised. But only for a day. Halloween.”
“How do we call her?” Jeremy asked.
“I don’t know, I didn’t get that far.”
“Angie, you got us out here in the cold and you didn’t think to finish research?” Jeremy yelled, standing up.
“That’s why I brought the board, stupid. So at least we can ask the spirits how to find her.”
“Oh.” Jeremy sat down.
“Now, we grab hands.” She ordered. When the triangle was formed, the winds whistled loudly through the night. Angela closed her eyes and lifted her head toward the moon.
“OH GREAT SPIRITS, HEAR ME! HEAR OUR CALL! LEAD US TO MARY WORTH, ONCE AND FOR ALL!” Angela chanted. Jeremy looked at Louise and mouth, ‘Once and for all?’ Louise giggled. The winds picked up heavily and blew over the board as Angela chanted louder. Jeremy looked around in fright and Louise shut his eyes tight. When Angela finished the chant the third time, the winds abruptly stopped. She opened her eyes and lowered her head.
“Oh my god,” she gasped. Jeremy and Louise looked down at the board that had the words, ‘Bloody Mary’ inscribed on it.
“That wasn’t like that before.” Angela commented.
“Who did that?” Jeremy asked, shaking. Louise smirked.
“You scare easily, don’t you?”
Before Jeremy responded, he looked up at the mirror and saw a glimpse of a face. He screamed and jumped back. Frantically, he pointed to the mirror but when his friends looked over, they saw nothing.
“The…there was a, uh, a face…” he cried, hyperventilating. Louise went and patted Jeremy on the back.
“Think we should go?” He asked Angela. She shook her head in disappointment.
“Why not?”
“But, but what about the face? And the inscription?”
“I wrote that to scare you.” Angela confessed, picking up the board and her lantern.
“But the face…”
“There was no face,” Louise stated sternly, “You just don’t handle your fear well. Although it was funny when you screamed.”
The two laughed as Jeremy walked to the mirror pissed, yanked it off the tree and walked away. The two ran after him, still in laughter.
The clock struck fifteen minutes till midnight, and Jeremy sat in the tub thinking about that face he saw. It was real and he knew it. He rested his head on his palm and sighed. Maybe he did scare easily and he was just imagining things. Maybe he was letting his imagination get the best of him.
“Now.”
He looked over at the mirror in question, then in front of him at the door.
“Mom, did you say something?” he called, but got no answer.
“MOM?” He called louder.
No answer.
Abruptly, he heard the clock stick midnight and as the chimes went off, the lights flickered. He heard a hissing sound coming from underneath the door. He quickly grabbed his glasses off the floor and stood up.
“If this is your idea of a joke, its-“
The lights shut off and left him standing naked in the dark. He panicked and called for his mom but got no answer. He heard the voice say ‘now’ again as one light bulb flickered violently. For some reason, he felt pulled to the mirror and compelled to speak.
“Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Blood Mary…”
Quickly, he gained control and covered his mouth. The flickering bulb sustained a dim lit now. He stared in horror at the mirror as he heard faint laughter and then the face he saw earlier appeared. He tried to scream but couldn’t do anything but cry. The face was scratched up and bloody. Her hair was dark and stiff. Her laugh appeared as a jackal.
“Now,” she whispered. Jeremy cried in fear and fell against the wall.
“Bloody Mary, I release you.” He reluctantly chanted. He grabbed his head and screamed. Bloody Mary let a shriek of laughter and stuck her heard slowly out of the mirror. Then, her hands and lastly, her body. She stood nude, dripping in blood. Her body was wrinkled and badly scratched and bruised. Her nails were chipped and her teeth were stained with blood. She looked at Jeremy and smiled. Abruptly, he heard his mother banging on the door.
“Jeremy, open the door!” she yelled in panic.
“Mom, no!”
But before he could say anything else, Mary blasted the door off the hinges causing his mom to go flying into the wall. Jeremy tried to get up but his body was frozen in fear. Mary walked toward his aching mom as she screamed in terror. Mary reached down and jammed her two fingers into the woman’s eye socket.
“MOM!”
Mary laughed and flung the body down the steps. She turned and looked at the frightened and naked teenager.
“What do you want?” he asked, still pinned to the floor.
“You know who sealed me into the mirror. Take me to them.”
“What?”
Mary screamed and flew toward Jeremy yelling at her loudest, shattering the windows and all the reflective surface areas in the house.
“The Spirits!”
To be continued......
