Chapter 8: Three Familiar Faces
"Richard," Millie whispered, letting a small tear flow down her face. She had driven over to Rigsburg's St. John Lutheran Church's cemetery. It was just behind the church itself. She was kneeling next to it. "I miss you so. I do wish you were here to see your son and daughter. It's beautiful how they've grown. I know you're up there, proud." She kissed her fingers and placed them against the tomb stone. She then stood up and drove home. She walked in to find Jordan reading on the couch.
"Where were you?" Jordan asked.
"Visiting someone," Millie answered vaguely. She hung up her jacket and thought for a moment. "Come with me. All of you."
"To where?" Annie asked.
"Altar Room," she answered. She wanted to spread a little joy throughout the gloomy household.
"Is there another demon?" Charles asked, alarmed.
"No," Millie answered. "Just come on." They all gathered around inside the small room. She set five white candles in a circle. Then she started to say a spell.
Hear these words, hear my cry,
Spirit from the other side,
Come to me, I summon the,
Cross now the great divide
Three women appeared through shimmering white lights in the middle of the circle of candles. Each of them had long, brown hair and beautiful, brown eyes. Sabrina stared in wonder; sorrow mixed with happiness filled her heart.
"Mom," she whispered.
"Hello, dear," Sam said.
"Could it be?" Charles asked. His mom and two aunts were standing in front of him, smiling. They were just ghosts in the circle, but when they stepped out, they became solid. "Mom?"
"Charles," she said, holding her arms out and allowing him to hug her. Tears flowed down her face. He tried to act strong and hold back tears, but an occasional one fell down. "I'm so proud of you."
"Samantha?" Robert asked, looking at her.
"Hello, Robert," Sabrina's mother said coolly. "How have you been?"
"Miserable. You?"
"Dead," she said.
"There will be more time for this later," Millie said. "Please, let's go get somewhere more comfortable." They all went back to the living room and sat.
"It appears a lot has happened since we were…you know, killed," Shannen, the eldest of the sisters stated.
"Oh, but a lot has," Millie said. "The four of them have vanquished three lower level demons, two upper level ones, and one warlock.
"Impressive," Sam said.
"And they've only had their powers for what, four days?" Sarah said. "I'm so proud of you all."
"I knew you had it in you, Charles," Shannen said. "You always were a little fighter." She turned to the other three Corners. "And though you three don't know me, I'm very proud of you as well. The world is in safe hands with you four around."
"Thanks," Annie said shyly, blushing slightly.
"But I'm afraid we must be going now."
"What? Why?" Charles asked, as the three sisters stood up.
"Well, we're dead," Sam said. "We can't stay here anymore."
"Why not?"
"Because we've lived out our lives," Sarah said. "Now it's time for you to live yours'."
"I don't want to live it without you being here."
"Don't think like that. You've got a lot of good left to do. Your four's destiny awaits, and its calling for each of you. You've got innocents to save, demons to vanquish, and each other to take care of." The group walked back to the Altar Room.
"Mom," Charles started.
"Shush," Sarah said. "We have to be going now. We'll always be with you, all of you. Take care of yourselves." They stepped into the circle of candles, and with that, they disappeared in the shimmer of lights they appeared in.