Chapter 7: A witch and some magical secrets.
Five days had passed since the witch had moved in and spring had now arrived to Friendship. The ghosts treated Morgan just like the others in the house. One day, Melle happened to walk into her room after she heard someone scream.
"What's happening! Is everything all right!" yelled the young woman while she looked around. Her eyes landed on a bundle of brown, black and blue in the other end of the room. At the desk stood a kettle that boiled. "I MADE IT!" exclaimed Morgan's voice. The blonde turned and saw the girl stand up. "Made what?" asked the other female confused.
"I made the Living pulse elixir! It's my first assignment as a real witch! Took me two months but I finally made it!" yelled the girl in happiness. "Hey, what's going on?" asked the trio as they popped their heads in. "I have made an elixir that can bring a spirit alive, but it has a pretty decent drawback though. And do not touch it. If you touch that elixir, you will never be able to use your ghost powers" informed the brunette when Fatso looked at it with a hungry look.
"Well, what does it do?" inquired the Crittenden. "A witch or a wizard drinks it first. It will make they life energy increase, which can be dangerous if they do not transfer it within an hour. They transfer the energy to a spirit and the spirit will get human form for some time. They will also be able to give human form to a spirit that has crossed over as well" answered the Nighters.
"What are the drawbacks then?" asked the young woman. "Well, the witch or the wizard will be unconscious for 12 hours. If they calls on a spirit that has crossed over, the time doubles. The elixir only lasts for 24 hours for the spirit and 12 hours for the crossover, since it's not on our planet anymore. The spirit can not have died of age or something that caused an extensive damage on their body either" confessed the teen.
"Whoa, can you please dumb down de last sentence foureye?" inquired the fat ghost. "If the spirit for example had damaged multiple organs at the same time, it can not be brought alive. That's were you guys come in" muttered the bespectacled girl and looked at the trio in a rather eerie way. "How?" asked Stretch as he floated towards the human. "I need someone to test it out. Imagine it, you guys can be humans for two whole days! And I can even bring some of your friends back from heaven for a short while!" exclaimed Morgan with an excited voice.
"So, how do we know that we are suited for it?" inquired Stinkie and raised a brow. "Tell me how you died" said the girl simply. "Lemme see...Fatso here died from a poison. Killed 'im in two seconds" informed the smelly ghost. "Sorry Fatso, but I think you can forget the whole plan. The poison probably paralyzed both the lungs and your brain in a quite complicated manner...to revive people who died of poison has always been quite difficult. Even for very experienced witches and wizards have problems with that. How about Casper?" suggested the Nighters.
"Pneumonia. He coughed up blood for days" recalled the fat ghost. "Hm...well, if it was pneumonia, he's a good candidate. We just have to give him antibiotics as soon as he's revived. How did you died Stinkie?" asked the girl. "His insides rot up" replied Melle.
"Sorry Stinkie. If your organs rot up, you can not be revived. And Stretch...how did you died?" inquired the brunette. "Got shot in de heart" answered the stretchy ghost with a proud look at his face. "Hm. Did you died slowly?" asked the girl. He shook his head. "All right then! You'll be my guinea pig since you did not have extensive damage. Any friends who crossed over that you want me to bring back?" offered the Brit. Stretch got silent; he was deep in thought. 'I can't remember all of my friends. And if I have to choose someone who has passed over...'. He had decided and floated over to the witch before he whispered something in her ear. She nodded.
"Casper!" yelled the girl. "Yeah?" he replied as he popped his head trough the ceiling. "Stinkie, Fatso and Casper, hold Stretch here please" ordered Morgan before she drunk the elixir in the cauldron. It was in various shades of green. "Sorry uncle" said the small ghost before he caught his uncles tail. The other two hold his arms. "Whoa whoa! What's goin' on!" exclaimed the violet-eyed specter. "This may hurt a bit" informed the girl and walked over.
For some reason, Stretch became scared. "Are you sure this will work?" muttered the blonde anxiously. "Sure it will. And if it backfires...just call the ambulance. Modern medication can cure magic mishaps if they are given in time" sniggered the Clark before she stood in front of the ghost. "Fatso, give me his left hand. You better not turn transparent now Stretch" warned the girl before she hold his wrist in a tight grip and placed it over her heart.
She extended her own and placed it where the ghosts heart would have been. Suddenly, a white light begun to appear on the chest of both of them. "What's happenin' to me!" yelled the ghost with a panicked expression. "It works! Stinky, Fatso and Casper, let him go now" stated the girl with a huge grin on her face. The other three ghosts went away and saw the two lights become brighter. Stretch could then hear someone's heart beat. It was not his own heart...it did not function after all. Suddenly, he could feel a huge pain in his chest. He bit his tongue: he would probably burst the two humans eardrums if he started to scream.
The ghost suddenly heard another heart begun to beat. 'Wait a sec...I 'ave a heart!' thought the spirit before the light blinded him. When he could see again, he was not sure how it had went. He saw the witch in front of him. She looked quite exhausted and her body collapsed. "Gotcha!" exclaimed Stretch before he caught her. Then, something hit him. He could hold the girl without extra concentration. And he could feel her weight against his hands. 'I have skin...HOLY CRAP!' thought the human before he looked towards his nephew, brothers and Melle.
Melle's eyes had becomed a lot bigger while her skin was almost white. Casper was downright staring while his brothers jaws had hit the floor...literally! "What has happened to me?" muttered the young man. His voice sounded less nasal and a bit deeper than his ghost voice. 'I better get da witch back to bed first' thought the raven-haired man. He laid her onto the bed. She looked kinda...dead! He extended his hand and tried to find the pulse on her neck. Yeah, the witch had a steady pulse. Just out of curiosity, he touched his own neck. He had pulse too!
'I better check how I look' thought the male and walked towards the door. "Stretch, you..." BANG! He had walked straight into the door. "You have to open the door first. Fleshies are solid ya know" informed Stinkie and opened the door for him. "Danks" replied the man and rubbed his sore nose. It was actually a bit refreshing to feel pain again, no matter how weird or corny it was. He tried to fly but realized that he was grounded. The man entered the bathroom and walked towards the mirror.
He gulped before he looked at his reflection. The violet-eyed mans eyes widened while his jaws went slack. In the mirror stood a tall, handsome man. He looked to be about 25 or something judging from how his face and hair looked. He weared a white shirt, a dark green waistjacket plus a pair of jeans. On his feets were black socks and shoes. He looked closer on his skin. It had a light tan while his hair was deep black. Both of his eyes were just as violet as in his ghost form.
"Wow...I can't believe I looked dat good!" grinned the man. "Yeah, you were quite a charmer back then uncle Stephen" laughed Casper. "Stephen?" replied the said man. "Well, since you are a human now, I guess we have to call you by human name" smiled his nephew. "Lemme give ya a hug Whipper" laughed Stephen and hugged his nephew. But he was ice cold, so the man could not hold on for long. "You're a human for 24 hours. It's midnight now. What should you do tomorrow?" asked Fatso. "I think I should go to sleep now...but I need something to sleep in. I can't sleep in this" muttered the McFadden. Maybe he should ask doctor Harvey if he had any.
Doctor Harvey brushed his teeths. Suddenly, someone opened the door. The man nearly got shock: in front of him stood a tall, handsome man that looked pretty familiar. "Ey Doc! Do you have a T-shirt I can borrow?" asked the man.
"Ehm..who are you?" inquired the brunette. "I'm Stephen" replied the black haired man. "Stephen? Have I seen you somewhere?" asked James. "Yeah. WHEN I WAS A GHOST! Ha ha ha ha!" cackled the man. "I think I have missed something here..." muttered the male. "Yeah, you are! I got a wish granted and I'm a human for 24 hours. Touchè" said the other male as he faked a fencing pose.
"Stretch! Is that YOU!" gaped the therapist. "Yup. But since I'm a human now, please call me Stephen" grinned the Irishman. "Uhm, yeah. Here's a T-shirt that was kind of too big for me" stuttered the man before he handed him a T-shirt. "Thanks doc!" smiled the other man and left the room.
Stephen laid down in his bed. It was not very dusty since his brothers still used their beds. 'Wow...it's a bit different to lay in a bed when you're a human' thought the man before he closed his eyes. He slept in a T-shirt and boxers since it was spring. The McFadden couldn't wait for tomorrow. He yawned before his eyes closed. That night, the raven-haired man dreamed a lot of things. What he did not knew, was that he was getting his memories back. It felt good...except when the sad ones came back.
Stinkie and Fatso entered their room. Their older brother laid in the bed, snoring like a chainsaw. "Hm...it's a bit nostalgic, dontcha think?" chuckled the middle ghost. "Sure it is" replied the youngest one. He laid down in the bed with 'Gregory' written on it. "Nightie lil bro" muttered the stinky ghost. "Nightie Stinker" yawned the fat spirit.
Next day, the young man woke up by someone snoring. 'Just like in the old days...I think I'll start the day with a shower' smiled the Irishman and walked towards the bathroom. The showers had been replaced with newer ones after the doctor and Kat moved in. And since the male had got his memories back, he knew how to use a shower.
Stephen walked into the shower and pulled the curtains in front so nobody saw him. He had to adjust the height of the showerhead since he was almost eight inches taller than the doctor. 'I forgot how tall I was...dis was one thing I hated with it' thought the McFadden before he turned on the water. He had stolen/borrowed a shampoo from the doctor. The man poured a little in his hands after turning on the water. Ah...the feeling of warm water running down his body. It was a nice sensation he had missed.
The raven-haired male massaged some of the goo into his hair while he whistled a little. Then, he closed his eyes before he rinsed. After he had washed his body, he dried himself and walked out. The young man brushed his hair; it was not as hard as he thought. He walked downstairs to the kitchen since he was more hungry than usual. "Good morning uncle!" smiled Casper. Azriel sat in his chair while Melle chewed on her omelet. "Where's Kit-Kat and the doc?" asked the Irishman before he raised an eyebrow. "Kat is at school while Harvey is sorting his reports. And Morgan is still consciousless...but I think she will be up and going in three hours" smiled the young woman.
"Mommy, who is he?" asked the small boy and pointed at the man. "It's Stretch" replied the blonde with a smile. The boys eyes lightened up. "UNCLE!" yelled the blond before he hugged the mans knees. "Nyaaaw..." muttered Stephen. He bent down and gave his nephew a big hug.
