The news was on and an anchor was discussing a current story.
"No one knows just what happened last Halloween." the man said. "Two people are dead. One was ruled a suicide and the other an accidental death. Possibly a murder suicide. The residents of the home, the Harvey family is not being charged in anyway. A lengthy investigation took place and it seems they were just caught in the middle of something beyond their control.
The witch pulled out a nightgown and slipped it over her head.
"The Whipstaff manor was home to the Mcfadden family years ago," a female voice said. "Rumor is the place is haunted."
"Yes," the man said. "The was place has always been owened by someone but no one reallys lives there. Maybe the Ghost Hunters can get in there and figure something out."
McFadden? That made Wendy jerk her head up. It wasn't the common of a last name. There were ghost there? Maybe they were family. That sent jolts of confusing emotions through her.
What if she could see her Dad again? Did she want to see her Dad again?
Wendy flicked her wand at the television and it turned off. Friendship? That was a day's drive away. But it might be worth it.
She quickly ran out of the bedroom and started looking for her mother. She found her in the kitchen washing dishes.
"Mom!" she called running into the kitchen. "I need to go to Friendship. I'll be gone for a few days."
"Friendship?" Gabby said looking up in shock. "What the hell is there?"
"I saw on the news about Whipstaff," Wendy said. "There were talking about deaths that happened there recently and that it was haunted. Maybe I have family there. Isn't that were Dad was from?"
Gabby removed her hands from the dishes and turned to face her daughter. She had an annoyed look on her face. She quickly dried them on a dish towel.
"What if Dad is there?" Wendy asked.
"Well?" her mother asked looking up.
"What?" the young witch asked in confusion.
"What if he is there?" Gabby questioned. "What are you going to do? Haven't you put yourself through enough pain because of your father? I can't stand to see you break down again."
Wendy frowned and she stood in silence staring at her mother. She knew she was right. Would seeing her father make her feel better or would it send her down hill again?
"I love you Wendy," her mother said pulling her into a hug. "If you need to go and research your family I will support you. But I will not clean up the messes anymore."
"I know Mom," she said returning the hug. "I want to go. I want to see if there is anything there. If he or anyone of my family is there I have to know."
"You have to understand something," Gabby said pulling back. "Chances are he won't remember you. He might deny you. You have to remember he never told his family about you or me. Ghost...can be intimating. Don't feel bad if they scare you."
Wendy remembered living with a friend named Maze for a while. She had an old ghost that haunted her basement. It was an old man that just wanted to be left alone to smoke cigarettes. He wasn't a bad guy and not scary at all.
"I remember the ghost who haunted Maze's house," she said. "He couldn't scare me not matter how much he tried."
Gabby didn't say anything for a long time. She stood there in the half dark kitchen looking into her daughter's eyes. She knew her daughter needed to do this. She was an adult that had to learn to make her own decisions and deal with the consequences.
"Take the car," she said fishing in a drawer. "Call me when you get there. Call me if anything happens..."
Wendy could see tears filling her mother's eyes. She hadn't left her side in five years.
"I'll call," Wendy said. "Are you sure you can hold down the front?"
"Of course," her mother said. "I can handle the shop."
"I'm leaving first thing in the morning," Wendy said. "Before dawn."
Wendy went up to her room and began to pack a suitcase. Hopefully her father would be there. Even if it wasn't maybe she could find out more about her family.