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The air in the forest clearing became thick, charged with tension and palpable energy as the ritual began.
Jacob, with shaky steps and leaning on his staff, entered the circle formed by the candles, his gaze anxious and tense.
Danielle mentions –just remember that no matter what happens you must not leave the circle- Jacob asks –why?- to which Cooky calmly replies –the spirit would be free and would attack us-
The Valentine siblings, lined up around the perimeter of the circle, began their chants.
Tommy led, his words echoing in the darkness of the forest.
Suddenly, a chilling wind began to shake the entire clearing, the branches of the trees swaying as if moved by an invisible hand, and the candles nearly went out.
Yet the flames persisted, flickering with an unearthly force.
Tommy stepped forward, his voice firm and clear, as he began to recite in Latin:
"Aquis praesentibus, sabbatum Valentine, de grege Greenslade, vocamus spiritum Matris Terrae, ut huius animae errantis figuram in plano terreno det."
The wind blew harder, stirring leaves and dust around them.
The candles, instead of going out completely, began to flicker in a strange pattern, as if an invisible force was manipulating them.
The ground beneath them vibrated, and a cold draft enveloped the circle, making everyone feel a chill run through their bodies.
Phoebe watched intently, her hand surreptitiously caressing the proton bracelet on her wrist, ready to act if the situation got out of hand.
Tommy continued his invocation, his voice even firmer as he recited:
"Veni, spiritus honorabilis, oculos tuos et os recupera, ut nobis dicas nuntium qui cor tuum in hoc mundo alligat."
Tommy repeated the words three times, and with each repetition, the wind grew stronger, enveloping everyone in a maelstrom of energy.
The tension grew, and Jacob, in the center of the circle, seemed almost petrified, his face pale and his eyes filled with a mixture of horror and anticipation.
Suddenly, the air in the clearing seemed to thicken even further, and a shape began to materialize in front of Jacob. At first, it was just a faint mist, but soon the ectoplasm solidified, taking on a definite form.
Jacob gulped, his eyes fixed on the apparition that was beginning to emerge from nowhere.
His terrified expression betrayed him; he knew, deep down, what was about to happen, but he didn't want to believe it.
Sarah, who was standing to the side, watched the scene with wide eyes, covering her mouth with her hands as she stifled a scream when she recognized the specter, she murmured -Oh God...- her voice trembling. -It's him... it's him...-
The ghost didn't speak, but his gaze was enough to convey everything he felt, his eyes filled with hatred fixed on Jacob, as if every second he spent in front of him was torture.
The energy in the clearing became suffocating, and the wind now seemed to have a will of its own, swirling around the circle with fury.
Jacob stepped back, trembling, unable to tear his eyes away from the spectral figure. He knew this was not the ghost of his grandfather. This was a spectre that carried with it the weight of a truth that could not be ignored.
In front of him, the ectoplasmic form became a young man, and as the details became clearer, his face filled with familiar features and eventually took on a full form.
And there stood before Jacob the ghost of Ben Rifkin.
And that's the big dramatic turn of events.
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