Ashley walked around the cemetery. She had to find Flabber and fast.
She looked among the tombstones in the bare soil, this was the most unholy graveyard Ashley laid eyes upon.
As Ashley kept walking, she noticed something not right, no matter how much she walked, the cemetery seemed to go on forever. There were no gates, at least not ones nearby.
Ashley snapped her fingers. That's it!"
She closed her eyes, put a finger on her temple and pointed her other finger out. She began slowly turning clockwise.
'Flabber the phasm, if I am near you.
Send vibrations so I can hear you.'
Ashley sensed Flabber was close, she closed her eyes tighter and concentrated harder, pointing in the direction Flabber was until Ashley teleported in a cloud of green sparkles.
Ashley materialized somewhere in the cemetery. She rubbed her pounding temples. Teleportation takes a lot of magic for a witch in training.
The girl found herself in front of a cottage. A cottage. What's a cottage doing in the middle of a cemetery? Even if it had a fence decorated with human skulls, it looked completely out of place.
"Maybe Flabber's inside." Ashley told herself. She knocked on the door, after a moment, Ashley decided to let herself in.
Ashley was amazed. The house looked like it's been abandoned for years. But it was decorated with decor and furniture like a normal grandma's house.
"Hello?" a sweet little voice cooed.
Ashley saw an elderly woman, plump and sweet looking as a strawberry, emerge from the corner. She wore a blue headscarf over her silver hair, wore a dress covered with different patches of green, pink, blue, and purple cloth. She had round glasses over her kind eyes. Her expression was warm and gentle.
"Oh, excuse me, ma'am." Ashley said. "I didn't mean to intrude. I'm looking for my friend, Flabber."
The old woman chuckled. "I see, no need to be formal, dearie. I can't remember the last time I had company. Why don't you have a seat?"
Later, the woman brought a cup of tea for Ashley. Before she took a sip, Ashley asked, "Can I ask you something about this place? Where exactly am I?"
"Why, this is Nevermore Cemetery." said the woman. "It was founded in honor of Edgar Allen Poe many years ago." She got up from her seat. "Would you be a dear and help me down to my basement? I need to fetch something for my dinner."
"Sure," said Ashley. "But may I use your bathroom first?"
The woman blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Your bathroom. I need to use your bathroom." Ashley repeated.
The woman blinked twice. "Uh, yes. It's down the hall."
"Thank you."
Ashley went down the little hall and into the bathroom, shutting the door. Ashley looked around, and snapped her fingers as she disappeared.
When Ashley reappeared, she narrowed her eyes. "I knew it."
Ashley was in a cold, dark stone chamber. The walls were filled with many strange objects, melted candles, hanging cages, dusty books, and ancient cooking pots.
"Ashley! Ashley!"
The witch heard her name and ran to the shelf where it was coming from. It was Flabber in a little glass jar, pounding on it to escape.