I have no ownership to any movies, and this includes 'The Craft' and the home movie of when I had a British/Australian accent, known as 'Elephants Stay Off Drugs!' (-.-) Blackmail… who ever came up with that should be dragged out into the street and…..

Sarah sat on a desolate hill near her home, the warm wind playing with her hair as she concentrated on her task before her. A circle of white tea lit candles surrounded her, flickering in the breeze; it was all she could find on hand. Taking a deep breath she began her incantation, barely a whisper when the wind softly died down until all that was heard was her words and the beating of her heart.

            She closed her eyes, wishing he would answer. *Please, please come to me. I can't live without telling you.*

            To her left she felt the stirring of the air as someone sat down beside her and the shuffling of their feet as they made themselves comfortable. A shuddering breath escaped through her lips as she bowed her head down.

            "I thought you wouldn't come." She looked over at the man beside her. He was sitting Indian style, elbows on his knees and hands clasped together with his chin resting on them. Staring towards the horizon, he seemed intent on the thin line of light before it disappeared into the dark blue of the sky. After a moment he turned towards Sarah.

            "I wasn't about to, than I thought 'Hey, I'm dead. What the heck.' So here I am." His tone was listless, causing Sarah to wince.

            "Chris, I… I just want to tell you how sorry I am, about everything. I'm sorry about moving here, about meeting Nancy, casting the spell on you, about not stopping Nancy when I had the chance and not saving you. I really can't live with myself knowing that I never really got the chance to say goodbye and how sorry I am." Sarah bit her lip, staring down at her hands which suddenly became interesting, yes very interesting, *Man, I really need to paint my nails again.*

            Raising his eyebrows, Chris took Sarah's hands into his own. "You know, I should really hate you," Sarah closed her eyes, feeling the pain those words caused. "But I don't, 'cause I love you and that will never change. Even before the spell I loved you, I just wanted to save face, you know? It's a guy thing."

            "Heh." Sarah laughed in her throat; Chris was confessing his love to her, only problem in this picture was that he was dead.

            "Sarah…" Chris's voice got quiet as he learned closer towards her, "Do you love me?"

            "I think I might have, I mean be, I mean…" Startled at the question, she stuttered, and then turned crimson by using past tense. He might be dead, but he was here and he had feeling too, right?

            Chuckling, Chris said "Don't worry about it, I understand." Squinting his eyes for a moment, he looked back at her, "I have to go, Sarah, but understand this. I forgive you and I hope you can forgive me someday. Maybe in the next lifetime it will work out, eh? Like they always say, 'third times a charm.' " With a gust a wind, he disappeared along with the candle flames. And her bra.

            "What do you mean 'third times a charm???' And what happened to my bra?" Sarah yelled out into the night, knowing that there was no answer to both of her questions.

            "Grrr, I forgive you jerk!"