Locked With the Damned
Chapter Seven: The Door
The past two weeks have been anything but pleasant; Autumn won't talk to me at all, my parents are never home, and when they are home they're fighting. Well, rather, my mother is yelling at my father and my father just leaves. Autumn is barely home, spending all of her time with that Michael guy, who still freaks me out more than living in a house full of ghosts does. Constance comes over every day to "make sure I'm okay" and stays for hours talking to me about things that I don't even care about. I still haven't figured out the grey aura around Constance or Michael. Moira and the others keep hounding me about getting them out of the house, and it gives me headaches and almost makes me not want to help them. Almost.
The nightmares haven't gone away, either. I'm losing more and more sleep every night, and it's getting me behind on my school work, which is causing me to be ten points from failing my four classes.
Now, I was sitting on the floor in my bedroom, my laptop in my lap, trying to work on one of my end of course papers. One of four, and this was the first one that I was working on, and I only had a paragraph. I couldn't get anything done because Hayden, Chad, young Moira, and Tate were fighting in the middle of my bedroom.
"What is she doing? She needs to be reading that damn book she bought!" Hayden shouted.
"She hasn't even picked it up since she bought it." Chad shouted.
"It's been almost two weeks!" Moira shouted.
"She's got a lot to do! Her world doesn't revolve around the three of you and your needs." Tate shouted back, his voice easily overpowering the other three's.
"It should, we could kill her." Hayden laughed.
"You don't want to do that." Tate said darkly.
"But we could. We could kill her and we could kill her family. They would be trapped here forever." Hayden's voice was getting scarier and scarier. I rubbed my hands through my hair and sighed. I just wanted some peace and quiet.
"Why would you want to kill her, Hayden?" Chad asked.
"She's trying to help us, killing her won't do anything but damn us more." Moira said.
"She needs to find a way to free us now!" Hayden began shouting again. My head was pounding. I couldn't think straight. I couldn't even think of one word to write for this paper.
"Could you guys please shut the hell up!" I shouted, getting up and slamming my laptop shut. The four of them looked at me with wide eyes and I grabbed a blanket, my laptop, and my iPod and walked to the door. "I can't work on my paper with you four screaming your heads off. I'm leaving."
"I'll go with you." Tate said, walking over to the door beside me.
I shook my head. "I'd rather be alone right now." I mumbled. He gave me a sad look but nodded in understandment.
"Where are you going?" Hayden asked. "You should be—"
"Hayden, go away!" I wailed at her. She disappeared and all was silent. "All of you just leave me alone." I whispered and then left my room and walked down the hall. I walked down the stairs and went to the door that was located just below it. I hadn't been down in the basement since we moved here. Seemed like the perfect place to get some work done. I opened the door and flipped on the light. I descended down the stairs and once I reached the concrete floor I saw shadows moving in the back corner. I walked closer and saw Autumn in a very heated (and disgusting) make-out session with Michael. I coughed and they pulled apart from each other.
"God Wynter, could you get any creepier?" Autumn asked, giving me a dirty look. Michael glared at me from behind her and then she took his hand and led him out the back door. I rolled my eyes and sat down in the middle of the floor with my blanket over my legs and my laptop in my lap. I put my ear phones in my ears and turned up full volume on AFI. I opened my laptop and stared at the almost completely blank document. I was supposed to be writing a paper on the artist that influenced me the most. I was going for Monet, but changed my mind and went for Michael Angelo, but then changed it again, only this time I didn't know who I was going to do it on.
Three songs later and still nothing done on the paper, I let out a frustrated sigh and slammed my laptop shut again. At this rate I was going to break the damn thing. It's not like my parents didn't have the money to buy me another one if I did. I turned off my music and just sat there, cuddled in my blanket.
How could my family be falling apart like this?
I wasn't one to fallow in my own self-pity, but I was feeling extremely shitty right now. I couldn't have a normal conversation with my mother, I couldn't stand to look at my father, I was being avoided by my sister, and the rest of my family wanted nothing to do with me. I had no friends to talk to about this, and the one person who did like me was dead.
I was feeling at my all time low.
Just as I was about to get up and go read that god forsaken magic book, something hit my foot. I looked down and saw a red ball. "Where the hell did this come from…" I muttered to myself, grabbing the ball and examining it. A scratching sound came from the corner of the basement. I turned and saw something moving around there. I shrugged and rolled the ball back into the shadows. A few second later the ball came back out to me. I smiled. Someone wanted to play. We rolled the ball back and forth for a few minutes and then a woman appeared in front of me. I stood up so that I could get a better look at her. It was Nora, the doctor's wife.
"What are you doing down here?" She asked. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Standing in her presence made me jealous and embarrassed. Jealous because of her unflawed beauty and embarrassed because I was wearing sweat pants, a black hoodie, and my hair was a mess.
"I was just…trying to find a place to do some school work." I said as the ball rolled back out of the darkness and hit my foot. I bent down to pick it up but Nora put her foot over my hand.
"Don't play with it." She said.
"It?" I turned to the corner of the room, trying to see past the darkness to actually get a look of what was there.
"My son. Though he's not my son anymore. Now he is a monster." She said, her voice breaking off here and there.
"How did you…how did you die, Nora?" I asked. She looked at me long and hard and then began pacing around the room.
"My husband and I ran an illegal abortion service. One of the girls' boyfriends found out and to get back at us he kidnapped my son. At the time my husband got the idea in his mind that he could fix anything. My son was returned in pieces. Charles thought that he could put him back together. He did, though it wasn't my son anymore. He had turned Thaddeus into a monster. I shot my husband in the head, and then I killed myself. The monster died in here. And then we couldn't leave." When she was done explaining she showed no sign of remorse. She gave me a little smirk and then disappeared into the darkness.
I was left standing there with the red ball in my hand and the lingering thought of just who the hell I was helping this mad house. Were they good or were they bad? The only one I could trust was Tate, maybe Moira.
I rolled the red ball back to the child in the darkness and it didn't come back out. I guess that means it was my time to leave.
I grabbed my things and made my way up the basement stairs back to civilization. I made my way into the kitchen and saw the black book lying on the kitchen table. I slanted my eyes and looked around. No one was in the kitchen. That I knew of. Someone put it there so that I would see it, and they knew that if I saw it I would be intrigued to finally know what was inside it.
Damn them.
I signed and put my blanket, laptop, and iPod on the counter and sat at the table, grabbed the book, and flipped to a random page. 'Black magic to call upon the demon of chaos. Yeah, no thanks. Next page. Oh, a spell on how to get a boy to notice you…and fall in love with you…and do absolutely anything for you… Sounds more like obsession to me. Yeah, next. Oh…what do we have here…' Page, what would you know, 666, had something on spirits. How to Free a Trapped Soul was the title and under it was a bunch of history behind spirits being trapped in a place. I didn't need to know the history; I needed to know how to free them. I skimmed a few pages over and finally found what I was looking for, or what I hoped I was looking for.
How to Free a Trapped Soul
Freeing a condemned soul from a house or building is never easy, but it can be done. Remember that nothing is impossible. You're in the world of darkness now, and anything can happen. Anything will happen.
When you cast the freedom circle it will drain your energy once you say the Freedom Prayer. Depending on how many spirits you are freeing at the same time will depend on how much energy will be drained. The more energy you drain the weaker you become, and the weaker you become the longer it'll take you to get your strength back, and the longer it takes you to get your strength back the more time you'll have to wait to perform another circle. If needed, of course. Over the course of however many circles you cast you may become so weak that you won't be able to move for a course of days, and you may get progressively sick. Death is even a result of this powerful magic. You have been warned.
Yes, I have been warned, but do you honestly think that I care? Death would be a blessing right now; at least I wouldn't have to listen to all the screaming in the house. Then again, if I died in the house I would have to listen to the screaming still. Either way I couldn't win. But this wasn't about me winning, now was it?
I shook my head and turned the page.
Now that you have a taste of what you're getting yourself in to—
No actually, I have no idea what I've gotten myself in to…
The question remains: Where do the spirits go once they are set free from which they are bound?
There are two possible answers; One, the spirit is welcomed into the glorious tranquility of Heave, or two, they are forever damned in eternal fire and suffering in Hell. You will not know the answer, your job here is done, their fate now lies in the hands of the Gods.
Well isn't that lovely?
And of course, you are going to need to know how to free these bound spirits—
No shit; that's the reason why I bought this damn book in the first place.
You will need: five white candles, white chalk, salt, sage, red rose petals (enough to make a circle), incents (preferably rosemary scented), the Prayer of Protection written a few pages after this, and the Prayer of Freedom written after this as well.
1. You must follow these instructions fully:
2. Draw a white circle with the chalk (big enough for however many spirits you are freeing at the time; remember, the more you free the more energy you will lose) AROUND the spirit (s).
3. Place the white candles around the circle (do not light them!).
4. Place the rose petals around the candles.
5. Sprinkle the salt around the rose petals.
6. Tie the sage and incents together (enough to make a strong scent) and light them, go around the area in which you are performing the circle, go to all four corners of the room, once you are done with the cleansing, keep the bundle burning and place it at the peak of the circle.
7. Light the candles
8. Say the Prayer of Protection.
9. Say the Freedom Prayer.
I wondered if I could get all this stuff at that black magic store.
Everyone's experiences during and after the circle is different. Don't be upset though, if nothing happens to you. Consider yourself a lucky one. Also, for the magic to be at its fullest, it is best to perform this circle at midnight, when the veil between the Light and Dark is the weakest.
I was pretty sure I wasn't going to be one of the lucky ones.
Prayer of Protection
O Brightness Light of Justice
Guide and protect me
I have and hold Divine Love
I shall strengthen the hand of Justice
And weaken the hand of Evil
For the Good of all
I wish it so
Prayer of Freedom
I free you from all that binds you here
You're time is now over
Be free and go into Next World
Your soul is now free
That was the end of the book. The very last page. I had got it. "Well I'll be damned." I mumbled. I looked up suddenly to see Violet standing in front of me, leaning over the table, resting her head in the hands. She was giving me a look like she wanted to slap me. I sighed. "Violet, I'm sorry I sent you away before." It pained me to apologize to her, but she was the only other person in this house close to my age, and I definitely wanted to stay on her good side.
"I'm sorry for agitating you." She said, standing up and coming around the stand beside me. I have to say, I wasn't expecting that.
"Do you like it here, Violet?" I asked, shutting the book and looking up at her.
"No. I hate it here. My parents…everyone in this house hates it here." She said looking down and away from me.
"What if I could help you?"
"What do you mean?' She raised her eyebrows at me.
"What if I could free you…all of you…from this house?" I opened the book again and held my finger on the pages that held importance to me.
"Don't bullshit me." She said shaking her head.
"I'm not. I'm not bullshitting you." I held the book up in her face and she eagerly took it. Her head moved side to side as she read the words printed on the paper. Every few seconds she would hold her breath and exhale again.
After a few minutes she held the book down from her face and looked at me with a stone expression. "Do you really think this will work?"
I shrugged, taking the book back and placing it open on the table. "I don't know." I stood up, getting more and more excited at the thought of actually doing this. "But I'm going to try. I mean, what do I have to lose? There's a lot to gain—there's a hell of a lot to gain! Violet, this could be it. This could be the ticket to all of your freedom. Do you and your family want to be the first ones I try?"
"Yes." Was all she said. That was all she needed to say. All of this was happening so fast. "If you can do this, Wynter…" She trailed off. My heart was pounding out of my chest. If I could do this… If I could do this, then that would mean freedom was at their fingertips. Violet smiled at me and I smiled back and nodded. I would go tomorrow and get the things I needed to perform the circle. I would conserve all the energy I had, and then in two days I would cast the circle and we would find out of this was really going to work.
And I hoped and prayed that it would work.
A/N: Wooooo chapter seven~! Finally Wynter knows how to free the ghosts of the Murder House. Four more reviews and I'll post the next chapter! ^_^
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