Rain over the cemetery could only mean one thing, there was some kind of protection in place that kept the fog out.

"So is the cemetery holy or something?" Nathan asked.

"Maybe." Bree answered. "Then again the iron fence could have something to do with it, but that doesn't account for the gate."

"Well, we're not going to find out anything if we just stand and stare at it." Clara pointed out. "Let's go in."

"Do you have a umbrella on you?" Nathan asked Bree.

"No." She replied with a mischievous smile. "But there's mausoleum in there if you really don't want to get wet."

Nathan grimaced. "I think I'll be okay."

The rain wasn't really that bad compared to the fog. It had subsided to a light drizzle that dampened their hair and shoulders, but it didn't cling and drop visibility to practically nothing.

"Hello!" Clara called as they walked between the gravestones. "We came like you told us to. We're sorry we couldn't make it yesterday. We just didn't have enough time, but we're here now."

"I think I saw something move by the mausoleum." John reported.

A small figure darted out from behind the mausoleum and hid among the larger gravestones.

Clara was nearest and when she found whatever it was she crouched down low and spoke in a soft voice. "Hi there. My name's Clara. Can you tell me yours?"

"Who are you talking to Clara?" Bree asked as she approached. She stopped when she saw a little girl peeking out from behind a gravestone. Her light brown hair was in pigtails and she was wearing a short pink dress with puffed sleeves and a Peter Pan collar, along with with socks and black Mary Janes.

Bree motioned for John and Nathan to wait while Clara talked.

"My name is Maisie." the girl replied quietly.

"Maisie. That's a lovely name." Clara said soothingly. "Are you one how called us?"

Maisie shook her head. "Miss Charlotte and Dr. Bleak did that."

"Can you introduce us to Miss Charlotte and Dr. Bleak?" Clara inquired.

Maisie nodded and stood up. "Miss Charlotte is over this way."

She led them to a gravestone with the name "Charlotte Vogel" carved onto it."

"Was she related to the Sheriff?" Bree questioned.

"I was his wife." Charlotte answered as she appeared.

Even without looking at the dates on the head stone, Bree was still able to tell when Charlotte had died by looking at her clothes. Her green dress was belted at the waist and flared out, giving her rounded curves. Pearl jewelry, green pumps, and curled hair completed the look of a fifties housewife. Though the bullet hole in the middle of her forehead was a bit unnerving

"So then, why did you call us here?" Clara asked.

"There are things you need to know about the history of this town if you hope to escape it." Charlotte intoned gravely.

Charlotte retrieved two other ghosts, Dr. Bleak, a kind looking older man in a white coat and Annabelle, a brown haired woman in a lavender empire waist dress with butterfly sleeves. They'd decided to open up the mausoleum to provide shelter for their living guests.

Nathan looked rather unnerved at the prospect of being surrounded by skeletal remains while talking to a group of ghosts, but he sat down the bench Bree had levitated in from outside anyway. The ghosts were all a bit surprised.

"You're a magi." Annabelle stated. "My sister was too. I can still remember the day the man came to our door and told us what she was. She had to go away to a special school to learn how to control her power, and every year she would come back different. Darker."

"Who was your sister?" John asked.

"Lorraine. The hotel owner." Dr. Bleak replied. "She's the one responsible for everything that's happened to this town."

"I think maybe you'd better start from the beginning." Clara suggested.

"It all started when my sister came to stay with us during the depression." Annabelle explained. "Our parents had been quite wealthy before the stock market crash and Lorraine had become accustomed to a certain type of lifestyle. Even after she went to live on her own our parents still sent her money. She loved putting on the Ritz and would spend all the money she was given trying to impress people, but she would burn through it real quick and then ask for more."

"I'm guessing that the stock market crash put an end to that lifestyle." Bree said.

Annabelle nodded sadly. "Lorraine was so angry when our parents had to stop sending her money, but they had lost most of their savings and could not support her anymore. She struggled to support herself for a while, until our parents died. Eventually she turned up on our doorstep. If I had known that she would destroy my family I would have turned her away."

Maisie wrapped her arms around Annabelle's waist.

"Aunt Lorry was really nice at first." Maisie explained. "Mama and Papa had to let go of a lot of the staff so Mama and I did most of the chores, then when Aunt Lorry came she helped out too. She took over the cooking and the gardening. She planted some things I had never seen before and said that she had learned about them at her special school. After a few months Mama got sick and Aunt Lorry took care of her, but she just keep getting sicker and sicker no matter what Dr. Bleak did."

"I scoured every medical textbook and journal that was available to me." Dr. Bleak stated. "I wrote to my colleagues, but nothing I did worked and her symptoms just kept getting worse until she died."

"I do not remember much from my last days, but I will never forget the look on my sister's face as she stood over my grave." Annabelle got an angry look on her face she she spoke. "It was positively gleeful. I returned home and I watched as she comforted my daughter while slipping potions into my husband's food and telling me how she had poisoned me and that once she was married she would do the same to was nothing I could do but watch as everything went according to her plan. Every time I tried to warn someone or interfere some dark force would stop me."

"Mama was really sad when I died." Maisie picked up the story. "But I was really happy to see her. Aunt Lorry changed after marrying Papa. She got mean, but Papa would not listen when I told him. He would always believe her when she said I had done something bad and would let her punish me. Papa was so sad after I died that the potion Aunt Lorry used to make her love him stopped working. Then she came up with a new plan."

"She taunted us." Annabelle snarled. "She told us that she had struggled with the spells the school taught her, but was good with potions. She told us about how the teachers had warned all the students about a special kind of dark magic and what happpened to anyone who used it. She was really interested in that dark magic and would sneak of to the more unsavory shop to find out more. The spells she found were easier then that ones the school taught, so she started learning as much as she could, and eventually she found a certain book that was better than all the others she had found. She said she had not just been spending money on parties and clothes, but had also been buying up books, ingredients and artifacts, but after the stock market crashed it was harder for her to get what she wanted, so she used a spell from her book to kill our parents for the inheritance, but she used it up quickly."

"Then she came to you." Clara concluded.

"Did you ever see her books?" Bree asked.

"Yes." Annabelle replied. "One day, not long after Maisie's death she started preparing a ritual in the library."

"She drew a circle with a star in it on the floor." Maisie recalled.

"When she drew the star, did she draw it right side up or upside down?" Bree questioned.

"Upside down." Maisie replied. "And then she started drawing more stuff that made us feel bad and we had to leave. When we were able to come back Papa was gone but there was a creature in the house."

"She stopped using spells and potions and just ordered her new servant around." Annabelle said. "It would influence people. She would have men fall in love with her, then she would take all of their money and the creature would drain the life right out of them. At first it was only her guests that were fed to it. It wouldn't always kill them, it would just drain a little bit of their life at a time, but as the years passed, fewer visitors would come, and then the mill burned down."

It was Charlotte's turn. "My husband was one of the first ones to arrive at the mill that day. He said that the firefighters had a real hard time putting it out. Something about the compressed cotton and the chemicals used to treat the wood. The only thing they could do was keep it from spreading. Things changed after that. People started to leave when they found out that the mill would not be rebuilt, and then the town became darker somehow. The fog had not set in yet, but people started to change."

"The creature still needed to eat, so it went after the people in town, changing them as it fed." Annabelle explained.

"My husband started drinking and turned violent." Charlotte continued. "I loved him, truly I did. I tried to make it work, but eventually I turned to the Deputy for comfort. We were found out and well, you can see what happened to me and Henry was dumped in the woods."

Dr. Bleak began his part of the story. "After the fire Lorraine started calling Dr. Elliot and myself up to the manor. There was never anything wrong with her. At the time I thought she was just a lonely old woman with a lot of money. I had plans to retire as soon as I had saved enough, which would not have taken very long with how much she was paying us. Dr. Elliot had other ideas. He had this grand scheme for us to combine our assets and open a clinic in the big city with the best equipment and a large staff, but I was so tired, I just wanted a nice house in a quiet town. He got so angry and we fought. He won."

"Then Lorraine realized that Maisie and I had gotten much stronger than we had been when she had first killed us." Annabelle said with a dark smile. "I still remember how thrilled I was to finally put my hands around her neck and have her choke when I squeezed. But her creature pulled me off of her. It rounded us up and kept us in here until Dr. Elliot buried and iron chain in front of the gate and paved over it. The fog rolled in not to long after that and we saw new people wandering around outside. We tried to use the radio in the grave keepers house to warn them, but you are the first ones to have made it here."

"So we're going to have to go up to the mansion if we're going to get out of this town." Bree summarized.

They found a some paper and a pencil in the grave keepers house so Annabelle could draw them a map and then they headed out.


It was a long walk to the mansion since it stood alone just outside of town, although not as far as it had during Annabelle's time. Lorraine had sold off the cotton fields bit by bit, letting other people set up their own small farms or pave over the land and erect new buildings, slowly expanding the town.

The mansion had a long straight driveway with trees planted on either side of it. Their dead branches stretched over the driveway, creating a darkened tunnel of fog.

"Good thing Annabelle included directions to the library." Bree commented when the mansion came into view. It was what you expected from a southern plantation, with french door, tall columns and a large balcony, but the white paint had turned gray and was peeling in places.

"It's very big." Clara said. "Extremely big. What does someone do with that much space?"

"Show off." Bree replied before kicking open the double doors. The rotting wood gave way easily.

"I don't think that was necessary." Nathan stated.

Bree shrugged. "Probably not, but it was fun."

She led the way into the building. The entryway was lit up by a magnificent crystal chandelier. The room was pristine, with polished marble floors, and curved staircase leading up to the second floor.

"This so weird." Clara mutter as she took a step forward. The chandelier shook and crashed to the floor just as John pulled Clara out of the way. A thick cloud of dust formed after the chandelier hit the floor. Once it had settled it was easy to see that they weren't in the same room they'd walked into.

The marble tile was cracked from the impact.. There was a a thick layer of dust on every surface and part of the stair's railing was falling off.

"Well, that was exciting." Bree said dryly.

"You'd think that somebody doesn't want guests." John replied.

"Alright. Let's proceed with caution, weapons out and stick close." Bree instructed.

Bree led the way with her wand held high and Lumos active. They navigated around the broken chandelier and headed upstairs.

Clara looked at the map."It's right and then third door on the left."

The hallway was dark and gloomy with peeling floral printed wall paper and cobwebs hanging from the light fixtures. The floorboards creaked and groaned as they walked.

"Third door. Here we go." Bree said.

The hinges creaked as the door swung open. Bree peered carefully inside. The walls were lined with bookshelves which required a few of rolling ladders. There were a couple of couches and plush armchairs next to side tables holding reading lamps. Dusty cobwebs clung to the corners of the ceiling.

"It's clear." Bree stated, striding into the room.

"It's not right." Clara said.

Bree looked at her. "What?"

"There's supposed to be a doorway leading to a second part of library." Clara replied.

"Can I see that?" Bree asked. Clara handed her the map and she approached the bookshelves where the doorway was shown and examined the books. She came across one that caught her interest and pushed on in. There was a click and the bookshelf began moving, vanishing into the one next to it.

"How did you know which book it was?" Nathan asked.

"It was a herbology book." Bree answered. Lights flickered on as soon as she stepped into the hidden room.

"What on earth?" Clara murmured as she looked around.

The hidden room was similar to the main part of the library, but with notable differences. There was one wall devoted entirely to potions. Books, ingredients, finished potions and a cauldron that was ready for use. The other shelves were filled with a mix of books and odd, sometimes fiendish looking, objects. Tucked in one corner there was a grandfather clock. The hand were moving rapidly and switching between clockwise and counter clockwise.

In the center of the room there was a circled pentagram painted in red inside of a second larger circle. Between the two there were many symbols and runes along with seven evenly spaced smaller circles, each contained some melted wax and a charred ring left on the floorboards. It was vile and seemed to radiate evil.

"That's disgusting." Bree hissed as she covered her nose and mouth.

"Okay. We found it. Now what?" John asked.

Nathan' stomach grumbled.

"Lunch?" Clara suggested.

They decided not to eat in the library because of how unnerving the circle was. Instead they found the dining room. It was only slight dusty, with large windows and a long table in the center of the room.

"Well, and least there's no chandelier in here." Clara said.

"Yeah. But it's still weird." Nathan responded. "It's not as old as it should be."

They ate their MREs quickly and went back upstairs.

"So. I guess we start reading." Nathan stated, picking a book up from one of shelves. "Ancient Dark Magic. Think that will help?"

"Look for anything related to witchcraft before going to dark magic." Bree instructed. "There's a difference."

They each picked out a handful books and sat down to read after Bree moved the couches into the hidden room.

"I found it!" Clara exclaimed after about a half hour. Bree stood up, sending several books tumbling to the floor.

She looked over Clara's shoulder and saw what she was looking at. She had found a diagram of the circle and instructions for the ritual that required it in what appeared to be the oldest book in the library. Bree plucked the book from her lap and read as quickly as she could. She froze when she reached a certain passage.

"I think I know what happen to Annabelle's husband." she whispered.

"What do you mean?" John questioned.

"This ritual requires a human sacrifice." Bree responded. "It calls on the patron demons of the seven sins to make a servant for whoever performs the ritual. You can call the servant to the circle by setting up the ritual again, without the human sacrifice, ."

"And then what?" Nathan asked.

"It doesn't say how to destroy the servant, just how to summon it if you aren't it's creator." Bree told him. "We're going to need that coin that was buried on the church grounds."

Nathan looked worried. "But what will we do after it's summoned?"

Bree sighed despondently, but perked up when a thought occurred to her. "The pastor's letter said he was coming here. Maybe he made it and left some sort of clue, like with the letter."

"So we have to search the house." Nathan said.

"We were going to do that anyway to find all the stuff for the ritual." Clara pointed out.

"I have a spell that can probably help." Bree stated.

She pulled out her wand and used point me to find one of the coins. Her wand spun directionless on her fingertips. She tried again, targeting the coin tied to envy. Again the wand spun. She tried for candles. No luck. The door to the room they were in? The wand continued it's spinning.

"Maybe there's interference from the circle." Clara said.

"Maybe." Bree agreed. "See if you can bring one of those spelled lamps along."

John climbed one of the ladders and used a multi-tool to free one of the light fixtures. It was a bit awkward to carry it, but it provided them with light after they left the library. Bree tried the point me spell again. The results were the same. Bree cursed under her breath.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to search the old fashioned way." Clara said.

"It'll be faster if we split up." John pointed out.

Nathan's brow furrowed with worry. "Are you sure we'll be safe?"

Bree shrugged. "It you see something just give it a whack or have John shoot it."

Bree and Clara decided to cover the first floor and leave John and Nathan to search the second. When they got to the top of the stairs they saw that the entry hall had been restored to pristine condition and chandelier was illuminating the room with it's warm glow once again.

They descended the stairs and as they approached the bottom steps the chandelier fell and landed with a mighty crash. No one had to be pulled out of the way that time. The chandelier had seemed, in a way, overeager and had fallen before anyone would have at risk.

John and Nathan came running to the top of the stairs.

"What happened?" John questioned quickly.

"The chandelier fell again." Bree replied.

"But you're both alright?" John asked.

"Yeah, we're fine." Clara answered.

"We'll have to watch out for things like that. I don't think the house likes us." Bree stated.

Clara began to laugh but went quiet when she saw how serious Bree looked. "Houses can't be alive can they?"

"My school is alive." Bree's replied. "She's very protective of her students."


Bree and Clara started with the room directly behind the the stairs. The large, high-ceilinged ballroom was mostly white with peeling gold accents and a decorated ceiling. A stage was set up with instruments set up for a band. They carefully avoided walking under the small chandeliers. Several large windows and a pair of glass doors looked out onto a garden that was just visible through the fog.

It was easy to search the room since it was sparsely furnished. They poked around the instruments and searched inside the grand piano, but didn't find anything.

"What to check the garden next?" Clara asked. "Maisie did say that Lorraine was interested in the garden."

"Good idea." Bree replied.


The garden might have been enchanting if it weren't for the fog making it appear eerie. Fortunately the fog wasn't as thick in the garden as it had been in town, but it still meant that Bree and Clara had to stay close together so they could see each other clearly.

The garden was circular and divided into eight sections by brick pathways. A gazebo sat at the end of the leftmost pathway, sheltered by trees and overlooking a small pond. Hedges and small trees had been carefully sculpted into shapes that were pleasing to the eye.

The outer ring of flower beds each contained a mixture of flowers. White clusters of Valerian, purple and white foxglove, lily-like asphodel, wolfsbane, blue vervain, and lavender.

The inner ring had tall Delphiniums ranging in color from light blue to dark purple and two others that Bree couldn't identify, rose-like white flowers and long leafed plant with purple flowers. In the center of the garden belladonna grew in a ring around a large tree with white trumpet shaped flowers that hung from from it's leafy branches like a great number of bells.

At first glance there didn't seem to be anything particularly helpful to their cause, but there was something of interest there concealed by the hedges and the fog, sprawled on the path between the inner and outer rings. Clara gasped when she saw the skeleton in a heap on the ground. The flesh had completed rotted away, leaving only brownish bones. It's clothing was in was a bit tattered and extremely damp from long exposure to the fog, but definitely belonged to a male. The cause of death was immediately obvious when they saw the small hole between the skeleton's eye sockets.

"How could they just leave him here?" Clara asked. Bree went through the skeleton's pockets and opened his coat, finding several protective amulets and a journal.

"I don't think they could touch him." she replied, putting the amulets back but keeping the journal. She flipped to the most recent entry and grinned, though Shauna's face didn't hold the expression as well a Bree's natural features would have.

"Pastor Lowell has pulled through for us again." she said. "He mapped out everything that needs to be done in here."


They showed the journal to John and Nathan and made a copy of the list of supplies they'd need and split up again. John and Nathan had found another coin, this time with a rooster and the name Asmodeus engraved on it, in the side table drawer of the master bedroom. They were going to stay and search the rest of the mansion while Bree and Clara went back into town. On the way they stopped a an abandoned cotton farm and raided the barn.

"It's kind of big, I don't think it'll fit where we need it to go." Clara commented as Bree moved items around to get access to a plow. Once the way was clear she tapped the plow with her wand and it shrunk down until it could fit in the palm of her hand.

"Never-mind then." Clara said, crossing "plow" off the list.


Fortunately the point me spell still worked in town and they quickly found most of the items they needed. They stopped at the church to grab an alms box and a mercy cross before going to the parsonage.

"You're back!" Carolina exclaimed when they walked in. She, Tony, and Louis had brought big stacks of books down from the upstairs library and had set up in the sitting room where the group had slept. "What did you find?"

"Ghosts." Bree replied. "They directed us to the mansion outside of town and we're preparing a ritual so we can escape the town. We need that coin that was in the box."

"We found out who Amon is." Tony stated as Bree retrieved the coin. "It's the demon connected to the sin of wrath. There's also Leviathan for envy, Beelzebub for gluttony, Mammon for greed, Asmodeus for lust, Belphegor for sloth, and Lucifer for pride."

"We found Asmodeus. We just need the other five." Clara told him.

Bree was scowling down at her wand. "I can't get a lock on any of them. But so far they've been hidden in places connected with their sin."

Clara looked thoughtful. "Wrath in the sheriff's station, and he murdered his wife and deputy. Lust in the master bedroom of the mansion, and we know that Loraine would use men when she was younger."

"Pride would probably be at the clinic." Tony guessed. "That doctor is a jackass."

"Sloth might be around Bonnie." Bree suggested. "She just gave up when we started getting somewhere."

"What about the others?" Carolina asked. "There aren't that many people in this town."

"People can be affected by more than one vice." Clara pointed out. "Greed and Envy fit Lorraine too."

"That leaves gluttony." Louis said.

"The sheriff." Bree replied immediately. "Gluttony is over-consumption and his wife said he turned into an alcoholic.

Louis checked his watch. "It's getting late though. It might be best to wait until tomorrow, you wouldn't want to run into that- that thing after sunset."

Bree sighed. "Right, I guess we'd better go get John and Nathan then. The days in winter are just too short."


Bree and Clara returned to the mansion and explained the situation to John and Nathan. They gathered up the things they had found and headed back to the church with the girls. It was getting dark quickly and by the time they were on the church's street they could see something stalking them in the fog.

"Alright. Here's the most important advice you'll ever get in your entire lives." Bree announced.

"What's that?" Clara asked.

"Run!" Bree shouted. And they did. They didn't stop or look back until they were on the church grounds and when they did they found the creature standing just beyond edge of the property.

Bree looked determined as she walked right up to the property line to meet it. She stared up at it's featureless face. It's entire body seemed to be made up of the same stringy goo it constantly left behind. A seam appeared where it's mouth would be, until a gaping sharp tooth maw appeared. Inside it glowed red and it's breath stank of sulfur. It let out another screech, but Bree held her ground. She gave the creature on last look before she sneered and walked away.


"So what did you guys find?" Clara asked John and Nathan after everyone had eaten dinner and gathered in the sitting room.

"Everything useful is in that box we gave Shauna to transport." John replied.

A pink hatbox appeared in Bree's hands. She set it on her lap and opened it. On top of everything else in the box was a golden laurel wreath.

"We found that in the attic, we think it was from some sort of theme party." Nathan explained.

"Well, we found a dove charm to go with it. The laurels probably the better choice for writing the angel's name though." Bree replied.

"We should do that now, so we'll be ready for tomorrow." Clara stated.

"Right." Bree agreed. Other items appeared around her. She tapped the plow with her wand and it returned to it's size.

"We can do that." Tony said quickly. "Can't let you guys do all the work."

"Alright, put the name "Gabriel" on the plow and "Uriel" on the laurels while we go through the rest of this stuff." Bree instructed.

Sorting through the items went rather quickly. There were a few things that they had two of and they had to decide which one they'd rather use. Anything that looked like a trophy taken from a victim won out over anything found in town. Finally the only thing left in the hatbox was a book. Bree picked it up, but dropped it as soon as saw what it was.

"Why would you bring that?" she demanded as she declared at the symbols that were embossed in the leather cover.

"It's better that we have it then giver her a chance to use it against us if she figures out what we're going." John replied.

"What is it?" Carolina asked.

"A book of witchcraft." Bree replied, disgusted with the object. "Burn 'em at the stake, inquisition them, demon worshiping witchcraft. A demon must have made sure she got the book. With crossroads demons you at least know what you're getting into, but with this, you might not ever know there's a demon involved until you find yourself in hell."

Bree let out a slightly hysteric laugh. "It's not that surprising she's trying to keep this town locked in limbo. It must keep the demon from collecting it's due."


The next day Bree and Nathan went to the mansion while John and Clara looked for the rest of the coins in town. As they were walking up to the mansion they saw the lights of the sheriff's car shining out of the car. Bree grabbed Nathan shoved him into the ditch on the side of the road, face down, and got on top of him.

"What are you-"

"Shh!" Bree interrupted, getting her wand out in case the sheriff tried to run them over.

"It's Vogel." she whispered.

"Do you have to be on top of me?" Nathan whispered back.

"If he shoots it'll hit me. Not you." Bree replied.

But the car started to slow down until it stopped next to them. They were on the passenger's side of the car, so Vogel would have to walk around to get to them. Bree watched his feet when he got out and got off of Nathan.

"Go around to the back. Stay low." she ordered. Nathan, now covered in grass stains and dirt, gripped his iron bar tightly and complied.

Bree stayed low and moved onto the road, switching her wand for a shotgun as she waited for Vogel to walk around the front of the car. But he didn't. Instead he appeared directly behind her, lunging at her as she attempted to turn around and stand up. Vogel grabbed at her, a vicious look on his face, but recoiled as if he had been burned. Bree lost her balance and landed on her tailbone, looking just as surprised as Vogel. Then she laughed.

"You can't touch me, can you?" Bree asked gleefully. "Not as long as I have a mojo bag."

Vogel didn't get a chance to answer because Nathan had swung and iron bar through his head and he vanished.

"So uh, can you drive stick?" Bree asked.

As it turned out, neither of them could drive stick, but they did manage to get the car up to the mansion. When they got out Bree shrunk it down to the size of a toy and put it in her pocket.


They gave the chandelier in the entry hall a wide berth when they saw that the room was once again pristine. It crashed, transforming the room again.

"Nice to see you too!" Bree shouted. There was an ominus groaning sound from deep inside the house.

"It didn't do that before." Nathan stated worriedly.

"I think it's kind of slow to wake up." Bree replied. "That's good though. Hogwarts woke up so quickly it gave me a headache, but then again there's definitively different kinds of magic at work here. I just can't say what."

Nathan had no idea what she was talking about, but pretended that it made perfect sense.


"What are you doing in my house!" someone shouted when they got to the door to the library. It was Lorraine, looking tattered, disheveled, and manic.

"Sending you to meet your master." Bree replied, confident now that she knew her mojo bag would keep any ghosts from trying to asphyxiate her. She wished that she'd had one on her first hunt. Choking to death on spectral smoke was unpleasant, to say the least.

"What! What are you talking about!" Lorraine demanded angrily.

"Who do you think empowered the spells from the book? What do you think the names on those coins mean?" Bree replied, looking mad. "Amon. Asmodeus. Beelzebub. Belphegor. Leviathan. Mammon. And let's not forget Lucifer. Demons don't give anything freely, every magi in America is taught this."

Lorraine snarled. "This town is under my control! No demon or hell-hound can enter."

"I figured. Otherwise they would have come to collect you by now." Bree responded dryly. "Unless they think they can use you to damn more souls. But enough on that. Leave."

"Do you really think you can order me out of my own house?" Lorraine questioned mockingly.

"The house you stole." Bree told her. "That's all you are, a thief. You stole money and you stole lives. And you know, I don't really mind thieves, or murderers. The normal ones anyway. The ones with some level of morals and ethics. But this? This is Gotham levels of deranged."

Lorraine growled at her. Bree responded by calmly raising her shotgun and shooting her in the center of her chest. She disappeared with a howl of rage.

"Let's get to work." Bree told Nathan.

Unfortunately for Bree, their "work" required her to sit in the middle of the circle while holding one end of a piece of string while Nathan held the other end and marked the floor with a piece of chalk. She was relieved when they could finally start painting and used a minor wind spell to dry the design when they were finished. They started putting the objects into the proper places, along with candles that had been taken from one of the closed shops.

Bree had noticed that it was about time from another sip of polyjuice when there was a terrible crash from downstairs. She rightly assumed that the chandelier in the entry had fallen again, but this time it was different. High pitched laughter and John's shouts followed the crash. She forgot all about the polyjuice as she ran out of library and down the hall. Lorriane was at the top of the stairs, laughing at what she watched what was happening down below. Bree shot her again and took her spot after she had vanished.

The chandelier had fallen again, but not in it's usual spot. Instead it seemed to have flung itself near the far wall. Bree bolted down the stairs taking them two and three at a time. When she got to the bottom of the steps she levitated the chandelier as carefully as she could since it had landed on Clara.

A few bits the had broken off and were left scattered on the floor. Clara was on her side, facing the stairs, a few sharp pieces of crystal stuck out of her clothes and her breathing sounded labored. Bree knelt down next to her, not seeming to notice when her skin started to shift. She brought out what little medical supplies she had for John to use. He did his best, told Bree and Nathan where to apply pressure, but it wasn't enough.

"She's bleeding internally and it looks like her ribs have been jammed into her lung." John reported.

Clara weakly moved her hand into Bree's lap. "The ring. Take it."

"Clara, I can't." Bree whispered.

"Take it." Clara insisted. "I'll be with you."

Bree gently took Clara's hand and removed the ring. The dying girl smiled faintly.

"We'll see him." she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah. Yeah we will." Bree answered. Clara lost consciousness, but it was a few minutes until her breathing ceased entirely.

Bree quietly slipped the ring onto the middle finger of her left hand and stood.

"Shauna, you're uh-" Nathan began.

"Bree. My name is Bree. I was murdered by the Joker."

"Right, it was in the news." Nathan murmured.

"Are you alright?" John asked. "I mean Clara just-"

"We can't take time to grieve now." Bree interrupted. "There will be time for that later. Right now we need to end this."

They went up to the library to finish setting up the ritual. Bree paused and glared at the grandfather clock and it's rapidly spinning hands.

She scowled. "Nathan, I need that iron bar."

"Why?" Nathan asked as he handed the bar over. Bree didn't answer. Instead she opened up the clock face, exposing the gears behind it and thrust the bar between them. There was a distant echoing shriek from somewhere far off as the gears ground to a halt.


The counter ritual Lowell had devised invoked the seven virtues by using two objects associated with the virtue along with the name of an angel to counter the animals, colors, and demons, associated with the sin.

The shrunken plow and a jeweled bee broach represented Diligence to counter Sloth's snail and light blue candle. A heart shaped locket and an alms box with the name "Metatron" painted on it served as symbols of Charity, the opposite of Greed's Frog and yellow candle. The golden laurels and the dove charm were for Chastity and worked against Lust's Rooster and blue candle.

A violet and a flower pot with the name "Selaphiel" on it countered Pride's Peacock and purple candle, as they represented Humility. Envy's goat and green candle were countered by a pair of plastic raspberry earrings and a dolphin belt buckle with the name "Hael" painted on the back of it, representing Kindness. Wrath, represented by a bear and a red candle, faced a nehushtan, a snake wrapped around a pole representing healing, in pendant from and a Mercy cross with the name Zadkiel. Lastly, a well used metal lighter with a simple outline of a camel and the name of the brand etched on it, paired with Bree's auction sword with the name "Castiel" painted on the blade, which Bree had stabbed into the floor, represented Temperance to counter Gluttony's pig and orange candle.

"You should go, just in case anything goes wrong." Bree told John and Nathan.

"No. We'll stay." John declared.

"We've come this far. What's a little more danger?" Nathan quipped nervously.

Bree nodded. "Alright. We're in this together." She stared past the lit candles and into the center of the circle.

"Okay Thomas. Be a good boy and come when you're called." She ordered. The room shook and the coins glowed with fiery heat. Black goo seeped up from under the floorboards in the middle of the circle and twisted itself into a humanoid shape until the creature was standing in the circle.

"Omni pententis Gabriel potestatem invoco. Omni pententis Uriel potestatem invoco. Omni pententis Selaphiel potestatem invoco." Bree read from Lowell's journal. The objects in the circle began to glow with white light when the corresponding angel was named. "Omni pententis Hael potestatem invoco. Omni pententis Zadkiel potestatem invoco. Omni pententis Metatron potestatem invoco. Omni pententis Castiel potestatem invoco. Hoc exorcizo bestia creata a daemones potestatem. Angeli rogamus libera nos."

After the final word of the incantation a bright light filled the room, forcing the group to cover their eyes. When the light finally faded from the room the original part of the circle was gone. The pentagram, the candles, the coins, all of it was gone, almost as if it had never been there at all.

Bree pulled her sword out of the floorboards. The name "Castiel" was no longer painted on the blade, instead it appeared to be etched on it and it felt different in her hand and seemed to radiate some sort of energy.

"I think all this stuff... It seems... better." John murmured.

"I think we should bring it with us." Bree replied. "They feel like they've been upgraded."

They gathered up the objects then went downstairs.

"We can't leave her here." Bree said, her grief finally catching up with her. "And Lowell's still in the garden. We can't-"

"We won't." John assured her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder in an attempt to calm her.

The used two curtain rods, some table legs, and an old curtain to make a sturdy wide stretcher for Clara and Lowell. When they went to retrieve Lowell's remains they paused in the doorway.

"It's raining." Bree said, relieved to have the confirmation that their efforts has paid off.

Lowell didn't taken up as much room as Clara did and weighed far less.

Bree enlarged the sheriff's car when they got to the road and they but Clara and Lowell in the back while Nathan and Bree squished together in the passenger seat. John could drive stick.

They drove along, mostly in silence. There was the occasional noise from Bree as she tried to hold back tears. They stopped at the graveyard on the way to the parsonage, but the ghosts were gone.

Bree was crying by the time they arrived, leaving John and Nathan to explain what had happened, and why "Shauna" looked different.

They distributed the items from the ritual as evenly as possible, buried Lowell's remains next to the church, and called for someone to get them after they discovered that their cell phones were working again. John went to meet their would be rescuers on main street while the rest waited at the parsonage.

"So uh," Nathan began awkwardly once Bree had finally stopped crying. "Why'd you fake your death?"

"I did die." Bree replied. "My heart stopped on the operating table, but they got it beating again. It was my Aunt's decision to tell people I'd stayed dead, to protect me from new enemies I'd made while avoiding the old ones. The old ones will figure out I'm not dead soon enough, but the new ones don't have magic."

"So your enemies, they're like Lorraine?" Tony asked.

"They're dark, if that's what you mean." Bree responded. "But they're British and over there the main school of magic is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy, because real witchcraft was stomped out centuries ago there and they've forgotten what it really means. Nowadays witches like Lorraine are mostly an American phenomena."

"And they hurt people." Tony said.

Bree nodded. "Until someone calls a member of the Secrecy Enforcement Agency or a hunter catches wind of it."

"How do you become a hunter?" Nathan asked.


Bree made sure to drink more polyjuice by the time the large parade of emergency service vehicles had shown up. They'd been gone for two weeks. The bus had been found and a search had been launched, but nothing had been found. SEA had gotten involved, they had a collection of suspicious reports about the area and they managed to pick up some sort of interference, but that was all until the phone call came in and someone suddenly found a map to the long abandoned town of Greenville.

They had been trapped in the town for three days, but had somehow lost two weeks. SEA was very interested to hear what they had to say.


The Greenville arc was inspired by hidden object games like: Phantastmat, House of 1000 Doors, Sacra Terra, Haunted Past, and Shadow Shelter.

I had to do so much research for this chapter because I wanted accuracy. It would have gone a lot quicker, but I've been without internet for a couple of weeks.

Trivia:

1. According to the War Doctor "Great men are forged in fire. It is the privilege of other men to light the flame- whatever the cost" and according to the Eleventh Doctor "Sometimes winning is no fun at all." Hence the ending of this chapter.

2. The plants in Lorraine's garden are either poisonous or used in potions. Sometimes both.

3. The plants Bree couldn't identify are Hellebore and Mandrake and the tree is Angel's trumpet.

4. The latin chant is you partly from the Supernatural wiki so I could find something to use as a base and then add some other stuff via good translate.