On a dark eve in October a figure wonders through the woods, late, near the
bewitching hour. He stumbles into a clearing and observes three other dark
figures gathered around a large black cauldron with a fire lit below it.
The figures were middle-aged and wore all black robes. One was a female,
the others were both male. He studied them closely as he could without
being noticed.
The wind blew and a chill swept through the air. The chill ran up the
onlooker's spine and he shivered. Leaves blew around the figures' feet but
they did not notice anything. They whispered to each other as if they were
siblings as they paced around the cauldron in a circle with their arms
raised. What were they doing, he wondered. A menacing dark cloud obscured
the moon and everything darkened. The witches now only lit by the firelight
began to chant in a raised voice, fighting the now raging wind.
"Powers of darkness hear our cry,
Bring back evil that can not die.
We call you now on this night,
Gain your power in darkened light.
In this hour you shall raise,
And with your darkness pierce the skies!"
With the last word spoken, the winds picked up and thunder clapped from the rain clouds overhead. Dust blew up off the ground and swirled like a tornado above the cauldron. A black shimmer of light shone in the center of the tornado. Suddenly the light split in two and grew double in size. The two orbs began to encircle the outside of the tornado. They continued to multiply, until there were fifteen swirling around the twister. The twister moved from over the caldron to the ground. Then, just as quickly as it came, the twister vanished and in its place stood another middle-aged woman, dressed in the same black robes as the others. A screech owl hooted with her arrival and flew away. Darkness flowed off the figures like an aura of evil. The onlooker shuddered. The cloud never seemed to move away from the moon, and they all stood in darkness. "Greetings sister," the woman said. She responded with only two words, "I'm back."
Kyle Corvus woke up from his dream shocked at what he remembered. The one sure thing he remembered is that the person in it that was watching them looked a lot like himself. One of his nightmares again. Why won't they go away! Sitting in bed for a little he curled up into a ball and silently wished he were dead. Turning his wrist over he glanced at the scars of his suicide attempt from a year ago. He glanced away painfully. Getting up he walked over to the mirror. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was disgusted that he was 15-years old and still weighed 90 pounds. He stared into the mirror at his grayish blue eyes looking back at him. Oh my goddess he thought, why doesn't my hair stay one color. Today it was a silver colored blonde, as opposed to yesterday when it was a golden blonde. "Kyle, breakfast," his mom yelled from the kitchen. "Coming," he responded. After Kyle got dressed, he went down stairs into the kitchen. "I can't wait for Halloween; it's only in two weeks!" "Can you believe it!" "Yes, Samhain is in two weeks," his mom corrected him. "Oh yeah, that's what its called, sorry," he said. Just then, the telephone rang, and Kyle answered.
"Hello," he said.
"Hey, this is Branden, are we still going to the Cemetery at 9:00 to do the séance thing on the thirty-first?" the voice on the telephone said.
"Oh no, the Samhain ritual is at 9:00 so I can't," Kyle said with a groan.
"Well maybe the gang will meet us at 10:00, I was just confirming so I could contact them."
"Yeah, and you can go to the ritual too ya know," Kyle stated.
"Ok, I'll ask my parents."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye."
Kyle hung up the telephone thinking that his mom really wanted him to go to the Samhain ritual that night, so there was no way, he could blow it off. Kyle's mom was a Wiccan and Kyle was studying to be one too. His mom said that he needed to be committed if he wanted to be initiated into the coven. So, he wanted to attend all the rituals that his mother's coven held and come to all the classes on Fridays. That is exactly why he wanted to reschedule the séance, so he could go to both. Just then Kyle glanced up at the clock and yelled, "Whoa, bye mom I got to go or I'll be late for school!" As he rushed out the door he could hear his mom yell, "Don't be late for dinner!" "Ok mom," he yelled back.
"Powers of darkness hear our cry,
Bring back evil that can not die.
We call you now on this night,
Gain your power in darkened light.
In this hour you shall raise,
And with your darkness pierce the skies!"
With the last word spoken, the winds picked up and thunder clapped from the rain clouds overhead. Dust blew up off the ground and swirled like a tornado above the cauldron. A black shimmer of light shone in the center of the tornado. Suddenly the light split in two and grew double in size. The two orbs began to encircle the outside of the tornado. They continued to multiply, until there were fifteen swirling around the twister. The twister moved from over the caldron to the ground. Then, just as quickly as it came, the twister vanished and in its place stood another middle-aged woman, dressed in the same black robes as the others. A screech owl hooted with her arrival and flew away. Darkness flowed off the figures like an aura of evil. The onlooker shuddered. The cloud never seemed to move away from the moon, and they all stood in darkness. "Greetings sister," the woman said. She responded with only two words, "I'm back."
Kyle Corvus woke up from his dream shocked at what he remembered. The one sure thing he remembered is that the person in it that was watching them looked a lot like himself. One of his nightmares again. Why won't they go away! Sitting in bed for a little he curled up into a ball and silently wished he were dead. Turning his wrist over he glanced at the scars of his suicide attempt from a year ago. He glanced away painfully. Getting up he walked over to the mirror. As he looked at himself in the mirror, he was disgusted that he was 15-years old and still weighed 90 pounds. He stared into the mirror at his grayish blue eyes looking back at him. Oh my goddess he thought, why doesn't my hair stay one color. Today it was a silver colored blonde, as opposed to yesterday when it was a golden blonde. "Kyle, breakfast," his mom yelled from the kitchen. "Coming," he responded. After Kyle got dressed, he went down stairs into the kitchen. "I can't wait for Halloween; it's only in two weeks!" "Can you believe it!" "Yes, Samhain is in two weeks," his mom corrected him. "Oh yeah, that's what its called, sorry," he said. Just then, the telephone rang, and Kyle answered.
"Hello," he said.
"Hey, this is Branden, are we still going to the Cemetery at 9:00 to do the séance thing on the thirty-first?" the voice on the telephone said.
"Oh no, the Samhain ritual is at 9:00 so I can't," Kyle said with a groan.
"Well maybe the gang will meet us at 10:00, I was just confirming so I could contact them."
"Yeah, and you can go to the ritual too ya know," Kyle stated.
"Ok, I'll ask my parents."
"Ok, bye."
"Bye."
Kyle hung up the telephone thinking that his mom really wanted him to go to the Samhain ritual that night, so there was no way, he could blow it off. Kyle's mom was a Wiccan and Kyle was studying to be one too. His mom said that he needed to be committed if he wanted to be initiated into the coven. So, he wanted to attend all the rituals that his mother's coven held and come to all the classes on Fridays. That is exactly why he wanted to reschedule the séance, so he could go to both. Just then Kyle glanced up at the clock and yelled, "Whoa, bye mom I got to go or I'll be late for school!" As he rushed out the door he could hear his mom yell, "Don't be late for dinner!" "Ok mom," he yelled back.