Sorry this is one short. The next chapter is a lot longer. I hope everyone is enjoying the story and keeps reading! ~Faresia

I got the chain off Alice and she helped me get The Spook inside the inn. I took some water and gently sprinkled it on the Spook's forehead. Within a few minutes he was awake but very groggy.

"Alice, have you ever seen a witch like that before?" I asked her.

"Never," she replied. "I don't know what they are, and there were six of them!"

"At least there weren't seven. If one of them was a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter we would be in real trouble."

"Lad," The Spook coughed loudly, clearing his throat. "Did the girl say anything useful?"

"She said that she needed my heart, and that her name was Jewel Nightingale. There were five other girls and she called one of them Diamond and also said it was her sister."

"Nightingale? That name sounds familiar."

"That's because she's a witch!" Alice said, looking slightly frightened. "She was a very powerful witch from Scotland. She was called Nightingale because she was beautiful and sang like a bird. 'Siren' probably would have been a better name for her"

"What happened to her?" I asked.

Alice shrugged. "No one knows. Not even my Aunt Agnes was able to find her. She heard rumors though that she was killed by her own children. I guess we must have just met them."

"But what do they want with my heart?"

"It could be anything," The Spook said. "They may want to give it to the Fiend or some other creature of the dark. They may even want to use t themselves in some dark ceremony."

"That's a reassuring thought." The Fiend was pure darkness. If he had my heart who knows what he could do.

"If it's true that these are Nightingale's children, then I know just the man who can help us. Grigory Shriner, the Spook of Scotland."