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Chapter #3 Two Down, One to go

Sally's point of view

"Come on Sally Gem, the ferry for the Magic Kingdom leaves in 25 minutes."

"Coming Mom." I called as I stuffed some fresh incense and some other stuff into a Gris Gris bag to keep demons and bad spirits away and put it in my purse before I walked out.

It was around 7:45am when my parents got up and I was able to get dress and make myself look nice instead of what I look like when I wake up in the morning. My hair was now wavy and neat with two locks tied back in high ponytails. My eyes were framed with white liner and hidden behind a pair of small glasses. Around my neck was a blue scarf. To hide the blue choker with a pentacle hanging from it. I didn't want people to know what I was. Most people are too blind with ignorance to accept us witches as people. But I can't risk being discovered or tell anyone what I am unless I have to. The outfit I'm wearing is a black tank top, a blue denim miniskirt, and a pair of sandals. Draped over my left shoulder was my purse with my money, my Gris Gris bag and other stuff I might need like make up or glasses cleaner. I walked out of the R.V. to see my parents waiting outside near the picnic table.

My Dad was a man in his late 50s with greying sandy hair, a stocky build and bluish-green eyes who's dressed in a pair of brown pants and a yellow T shirt.

My Mom was a woman in her early 50s with brown hair that's greying a little but not as much as my dad. She had blue eyes and is a few inches shorter then me, dad and Robert. She was dressed in black shorts and a white T shirt. Both wear glasses like I do and they didn't look happy when I walked out of the R.V.

"Sally, don't hold us up like that." my dad snapped.

My mom and I winced. My dad has a French-Canadian accent that is horrible when he's mad or annoyed. My dad was from Quebec and my mom was from Halifax. They met in Ottawa. Got married had me and Robert and moved to Spirit Isle where we lived ever since.

"Now Robert." my mom said. Weird both my dad and my brother have the same first name. I wonder why.

"She's an 18 year old girl. She has to make herself look nice."

My dad nodded in agreement. I mentally sighed with relief. Well part of what mom said was true the other part was I was digging in my magical tote bag to get the right herbs and stuff for my gris gris bag. But I didn't say anything.

"Oh, sorry Sally." he said.

"It's alright." I said. "Ready to go?"

"Yes." my mom said. "Let's go."

We walked to the decks a few blocks away from our campsite to catch the ferry to the Magic Kingdom. We got there around nine. All day we had fun. Going on rides and watching parades. It was late afternoon when we arrived at Liberty Square. My parents were looking at the Magic Kingdom map when I saw a familiar building behind the green iron gates of a red brick fence surrounding the area.

Beside a huge courtyard was a red bricked Gothic style castle like mansion complete with towers and a green house. Beside the mansion in the courtyard was a fountain, black hearse and a long queue shaded by a green cover on poles.

I stiffened. For I knew what the building was. It was the most popular ride in the park.

The Haunted Mansion.

Before I had the dream I couldn't wait to go to the Haunted Mansion. But now I'm starting to have second thoughts.

"That dream meant something." I thought as I stared at the people waiting in line to get on the ride. "But what?"

"What do you think, Sally Gem?"

I blinked as my mom's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Huh?" I said as I turned to my parents.

Who were looking at me.

"What do you think?" my mom asked again.

"It's getting dark. You want to go on the Haunted Mansion?"

I bit my lower lip. "Uh...sure the Haunted Mansion."

I dug my fingernails into my hip. "But."

I noticed the restroom a few feet from the ride. I groaned. "Can I use the restroom first?"

"Sure, Sally." my mom said. "I'll come with you."

"Me too." my Dad said.

"Good." I thought with relief as we walked towards the restroom. "I might have time to think of something." Then I groaned for real. I really needed to go to the restroom.

As I was getting a paper towel to dry my washed hands. I heard shouting coming from outside the restroom. I dried my hands on my skirt and walked out. As I come out of the restroom. I saw a man with red hair. A good build, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a red shirt and is sitting in a wheelchair outside a few feet from where I was standing. I watched as I noticed that he was trying to get his wheelchair out of a huge crack in the pavement.

"Oh, come on!" he groaned as he struggled.

I went to him. "You need a hand?" I asked as I approached him.

"No thanks, I." he stopped when he looked up at me.

He stared at me wide eyed. "Uh."

I blinked. "Are you sure you don't need help?" I asked.

"Huh? Oh no I got it." he answered as he griped the wheels of his chair tightly and heaved.

With one push, he was free from the crack. He tipped over one side for a few minutes before he regained his balance.

"Whoa. That was close." he said. He looked up at me.

"Thanks for offering. Miss uh..."

"Sally Gem Preciosa." I replied. "Sally. Anytime Mr..."

"Garrett Miller." The man said with pride in his voice. "Ghost buster and physiotherapist." He held out his hand.

"A Ghost buster, eh?" I said as I shook his hand.

I've heard of the Ghostbusters on the news a few years ago before I became a Wiccan. I never knew I'd meet one in person. I looked around.

"Where are the others?"

"My friends? Oh, they're near the..." he stopped when he turned to the entrance to the Haunted Mansion.

"Huh? That's weird."

"What is it?" I asked as I looked around.

Then, I noticed something. The area Garrett and I were in was deserted. No adults, no children. Nothing.

"Something's wrong." I said out loud.

"What's wrong?" Garrett asked.

"Don't you notice no one else is here?" I asked. "This area is usually packed because the Haunted Mansion is a very popular ride. Now it's barren."

Garrett looked around and nodded in agreement. "You're right. Something is wrong."

Then a light breeze blew some leaves and some paper towards the Haunted Mansion entrance. I shivered. Not because of the cold breeze.

"Something is really up."

"You ok, Sally?" Garrett asked.

"Eh? Oh yeah I'm fine." I lied. I felt terrible for lying but I can't let Garrett know about what I am. I don't want to scare him off. Or worse.

"He's a Ghost buster." I thought firmly. "He hunts ghosts not witches. And besides he might accept me as a friend."

Then I felt a strange force nearby. Then out of the corner of my eye I noticed Garrett's wheelchair was moving on its own.

"Huh? Hey! What in...?" Garrett exclaimed.

He grabbed the wheels and tried to stop it, but it was no use. The force was too strong. Then, I felt it grab me around the waist then disappeared. Like it was repelled by something on me. Then I remembered the Gris Gris bag I packed earlier. It's repelling the force.

"Garrett, hang on." I said as I grabbed the handles of the wheelchair.

Then Garrett's chair stopped moving.

"What the heck happened?" he asked.

I looked at Garrett, then at the Haunted Mansion.

"I don't know." I answered honestly. "But I guess it was coming from the Haunted Mansion."

"How would you know?" Garrett asked. I bit my lip. I can't tell him now.

"I have gifts." I answered.

Garrett's eyes widen. "You're psychic?" he asked.

"I have gifts." I repeated. "One of them is I can sense any supernatural presence near me, and the presence is coming from the ride."

Garrett looked at the ride. "Well, if you say so." he said with a grin.

Then he became serious.

"You stay here, I'll go and check it out."

"Garrett wait."

But it was too late. He wheeled away from me at a fast speed towards the entrance to the Haunted Mansion. I watched him go with worry. I couldn't let him go in alone. The presence I sensed for some reason didn't feel like a friendly one.

"Garrett!" I called.

Then I felt something moist in my left pocket of my skirt. I reached in and pulled out my copy of the Magic Kingdom map and noticed a red liquid on it. I carefully unfolded the map and gasped. On the map was writing. Painted in what looks like red paint or blood were the words.

'Two down, one to go.'

"Oh no!" I thought in horror. "My parents!"

"Garrett!" I shouted as I ran after him.

As I got closer to the entrance. The presence got stronger. Garrett was in the courtyard when I called him. He turned when he heard me. He panicked.

"Sally no!" he shouted.

But it was too late. Once I entered the courtyard. The gates closed behind me and glowed a bright green in the semi-darkness for a second then stopped. Garrett and I watched in horror. Garrett wheeled towards the gates and tried to push them open. But it was no use. The gates were locked.

"Oh great!" Garrett groaned as he turned around, facing me.

"Locked."

I frowned. For some reason I knew whatever locked us in the courtyard doesn't want both of us. It just wants one of us.

"And that's not all, Garrett." I said as I showed him the map with writing on it.

Garrett took it and read it out loud.

"Two down, one to go."

He looked up at me. I looked at him for a few minutes before saying.

"Whatever locked us in here has my parents and now it wants me."