Wind chimes announced the entrance of the women, first a soft chime that announced the swift entrance of psychic Jayna Avalon and her cat, and a louder, more aggressive ring that lingered after the DeLuci sisters entered.

Having the black cat, Zeke, with her was Jayna's way of sensing things that might not be on her radar. In readings at Jayna's own shop, Zeke was the one who sensed a bad or wicked presence on her off days. Sometimes her third eye became congested like a head cold, and Zeke could be there to pick up her slack.

Before they made it a few paces into the small, soft purple painted shop, Zeke hissed and hid under Jayna's skirt as the DeLuci's looked on.

"I know, Zeke darling, I know." Jayna's eyes skittered around the room, her hands extended, trying to pick up the small psychic reverberations in the air. The shop itself was a conductor of spiritual energy, as any good mystic's shop was.

Stella strode to the front desk, a square glass counter with huge, gorgeous stones inside, and picked up a business card.

Madame Gitana de Rothschild

Séances, Ouija, Candle Spells

Someone on the other side has a message for you:

Find out why in less than 30 minutes, today!

She held up the card for her sister to take a look, "I definitely don't want to hear the messages from the other side. They can't be good."

Roxi giggled, and slipped the card into her wallet. "Zeke obviously gets a bad vibe from this place. Jayna? Who is she?"

"Yeah, how do you know her?" Stella fingered the crystal ball on the table. It gave her an electric shock. She pulled her fingers away, and went into detective mode, suddenly aware that the ball was no longer in the middle of the bare table. "Isn't there usually a tablecloth under these things?" She gestured to Roxi, unable to get the attention of their aunt, who was still pacing with her arms out, biting her lip.

Roxi nodded, scanning the room. "Altar cloth, actually." She grinned and looked at her sister. "Trash bin." She ran over to a tall wicker basket, revealing a silky, violet cloth scattered with silver stars. It had a circular burn in the middle, where a ball could go.

Roxi rubbed the cloth between her fingers. Her forefinger and thumb were coated in…"Wax? From lighting candles. Could just be a burn from a fallen candle, no big deal." She shrugged, but held onto the cloth.

"We wouldn't be here if it were just a fallen candle." Stella said, striding toward a small desk in the far corner of the room. She pulled out the drawer, delicately placing various things on top, and meticulously replacing them when she was finished.

"Something definitely happened here." Jayna concluded, her cat finally emerging from her long skirt. Before she divulged any more information, she stood up straighter. "Someone is here to tell us about it."

The beads that hung over the far doorway parted, letting through a tall, gap-toothed woman with copper skin and thick brown waves for hair. "No fuckin' way."

"Rosalind," Jayna sighed, her arms outstretched to the woman.

"Jayna," Rosalind said, shaking her head, tears dotting the crows feet at the corners of her eyes. "Goddamn it. She told me you would be here. Refused to let me lock the door, and then sent me here from the hospital. Old bat never fails to creep me out." She laughed into the warm arms of the psychic and took a breath. They held onto each other for a beat longer.

The girls looked at each other, Roxi started tapping her foot, waiting for some sort of explanation.

"Hospital?" Stella tested, putting a hand on Roxi's shoulder. "Are you related to Madame de Rothschild?"

Rosalind wiped her eyes quickly, wiping them on her pinstriped black slacks. "I'm her daughter. Rosalind Rothschild." She smiled warmly at Jayna. "I dropped the 'de' when I got married. Way too mystic for a soccer mom."

"A soccer mom…" Jayna nodded, "So, where is she? I saw her empty table at the festival circle."

"Fuck fuck fuck," Rosalind pinched the bridge of her nose. "I completely forgot to cancel that table, but I've been between the hospital and the police station going nuts for the past two days."

She sat herself at the small circular table in the middle of the room, running her finger along the chrome design of the crystal ball stand. "This year she got popular enough to make it to the town circle. So excited."

"So what happened? Did she die?"

Stella shot Roxi a quick, Come on, we talked about this glare. Roxi raised her eyebrows at her sister. Roxi wanted answers and fast.

Thankfully, Rosalind chuckled at the suggestion, "Nothing could kill that old bat. I had to force her to stay at the hospital so they could figure out what happened to her. She wanted to get to the festival, says her third eye is more open than ever. Already bought a few glass eyes on Amazon, with the help of my son."

"She lost her eyes?"

"She calls it a séance gone wrong. 'Angry spirits' and such. The doctors had her evaluated, and think she burned out her own eyes." Rosalind shook her head, her curls bouncing in midair.

The girls looked at each other. "Fucking spirits," Stella muttered to her sister. "Can't even have a vacation."

Roxi shrugged. "Dean said that hunting was a full time job. It starts to follow you around." She grinned. "Besides, what could be better than meeting the spirits of Salem?"

"Getting our eyes burned out by the spirits of Salem." Stella rolled hers and cleared her throat loudly, interrupting Jayna and Rosalind from beaming at each other. "Is there a way we can talk to your mother? Or anyone who was there at the time of the incident?"

"Oh," Rosalind jumped with her memory, and started rummaging through the bag that rested in the doorway where she dropped it. "That's why I'm here. She actually told me to give you this."

She handed Roxi, the closest woman to her, a bundle tied together with twine.

"Notebooks – two. One is her personal journal that she uses on séances, and the other is her official registry of patrons."

"Thanks," Roxi said, pulling off the twine and walking towards the exit, happy that she had answers in her hand. She touched her sister's arm to whisper, "We should get the police reports on these. If there was an ambulance, there's gotta be a police report."

Stella was tapping her smartphone. "Already way ahead of you." She waved the non emergency number of the Salem PD on her screen.

"I'll start the car."

"I'm still driving."

Roxi rolled her eyes and took the keys out of Stella's coat pocket.

Stella started to turn on her heel, dialing the local police department to engage a malleable deputy in sweet talk, when out of the corner of her eye she watched a tender touch of the wrist in goodbye between her psychic aunt and the victim's daughter.