“Most likely.”
“Why? It didn’t help the last time.”
She tugged the collar of her shirt higher. “I know that, Keira. But we won’t have a choice. It increases our ability to reach those spirits who don’t want to be reached.”
“And others.” I stood up. “Like demons.”
“I know. It’s a risk we must take. For Jarrod’s sake, and for the sake of The Veil. His presence here is weakening it, Keira. If we transition him, my hope is that the demon that’s attached itself to him will be banished.”
“Oh, alright then.” The thought popped into my head. “Wait a minute. Is that what happened before?”
Her face took on a sheepish look. “Ummm… I don’t know. I’ve never encountered a demon so strong before. We’ll hope for the best, shall we?” With that she turned to the living room.
Oh boy. “Buckle up, Keira,” I said aloud. “It’s going to be a bumpy ride.” My knees were only shaking a little bit as I followed her out to the living room.
Lawrence was already in there. He had the drapes all pulled closed and was going around the room with the smoldering bundle of sage again. “Hey, Lawrence,” I said, “don’t you do that at the end of the session?”
“I’m hedging our bets, Keira. I don’t like this any more than you do.” He gazed at GM as she hobbled over to her seat on the couch. “But Pamela has decided, and my job is to support her.”
GM’s face was resolute, but she nodded in appreciation to him as she took her seat.
I nodded. “If it’s any consolation, I’m not looking forward to it either. What is with this spirit that we have to use that thing?” I knew GM didn’t like using it, so why bother? What was so important about this guy that she and I couldn’t just call him ourselves? Convince him to leave?
GM was staring silently straight ahead, so Lawrence answered. “For one thing, he’s very frightened.”
“He’s not the only one,” I muttered under my breath. I had no wish for some demon to hitchhike a ride with Jarrod, and the Ouija board was definitely the way for that to happen.
“Yes, but you’re strong. And getting stronger by the minute. Now, let me complete the cleansing ritual.” He nodded over to a shelf. “If you would set up the candle and the pyramid crystal on the table, I’d appreciate it.”
I did as I was asked, and took my place opposite GM as Lawrence waved the bundle of smoking sage over each of us. My hand reached into the pocket of my slacks and gripped the tourmaline stone GM had given me a few days ago. It felt smooth in my hand. I hoped all this mumbo jumbo with sage and stones was going to help. I closed my eyes and began to do the breathing exercises she taught me. I opened them, and GM nodded.
“Let us begin,” she said.
We both leaned forward, our fingers lightly touching the planchette, while Lawrence took his place in a chair by the door.
“Jarrod Blythe, I ask that you come forward. Are you here with us?” GM spoke like she was a teacher calling out to an unruly kid.
The planchette began to vibrate, slowly at first and then faster and faster. My breath caught in my throat. It started moving slowly to the side of the board where the word YES was written, but stopped just shy of it.
GM huffed a fast sigh and spoke again. “Jarrod, you must leave this plane.” Immediately the planchette shot to the word NO, circling it in small, jerky movements.
“Are you afraid to go?” GM glanced over at me and her chin rose higher.
I sat on the edge of my seat, barely able to keep contact with the small triangle when it swooped across the board to the word GOOD BYE. It was so much like the last time—the abrupt ending. But GM wasn’t having any of it this time.
She took a deep breath and continued; the determination showing on her tight lips. “We aren’t through here, Jarrod. I know you are frightened, but you don’t belong here anymore. Will you take the next step and leave this plane of existence?”
Once more the planchette skimmed over the board, stopping at the letters: C A N N O T D O O M.
Cannot doom? He couldn’t leave and was doomed? Clearly, not every spirit could be persuaded to leave. Some were beyond helping, even for someone like my grandmother.
Again, the image of a thin, weasel-type guy cowering in a corner, flashed in my mind. It was pointless to try to reason with him. He was a terrified little man. Without warning, his image swirled, dissolving into a cloud of black and purple vapor.
Suddenly the planchette began moving once more.
K E I R—My heart was in my mouth when the next letter it stopped at was an A.
GM gasped. “What about Keira?”
But the small gadget wasn’t through yet. It continued on: G W E N.
My grandmother jerked back, almost relinquishing her touch on the planchette.
“What does that mean? Why my name and then Gwen’s?” I edged forward, my eyes darting from GM to the board. But the answer wasn’t in my grandmother’s eyes. She looked as spooked by this as I felt. My heart pounded against my ribs so hard I thought it would jump out.
The breath caught in my throat when the planchette shot to the GOOD BYE. I jerked my hands back and stared at GM Lawrence was already on his feet striding toward us.
“What did that mean? Why did it say my name and Gwen’s?” My fingers trembled as I pulled the tourmaline stone from my pocket and held it in my lap. This was supposed to be a communication with Jarrod and I hadn’t said a word but I was being singled out? And not just me, but Gwen?
GM looked down at the floor, and her forehead was lined with deep furrows. “I don’t know.”
Lawrence picked up the bundle of sage again and fished a lighter from his pocket. He flicked the lighter and brought the flame up to the charred end.
Without warning, we were completely enveloped in a black and purple cloud. It spun around us with a whooshing noise. I could barely see GM through the haze, and the stench of it made my breakfast roll in my stomach. GM’s face showed she was as shocked as I.
I looked over to where Lawrence was. He was as still as a statue; frozen in place. In spite of the rushing noise from the disgusting mist, the flame was completely still. I tried to speak, but my throat was frozen.
“Enough!” GM’s scream was so loud, her voice cracked.
The cloud condensed into a long, writhing tube. It circled the room once more before evaporating through the wall.
“What just happened?” Lawrence asked. I turned back to him. He was holding the flame to the smudging bundle. “Something just happened, didn’t it?”
“Did you see that?” I said.
“See what? I thought I heard Pamela say something.” He lifted his eyes from the sage to GM and gasped. “Pamela!” He dropped the sage.
I leapt from my seat. GM was laying back against the seat cushions gasping. Her hair was completely disheveled and her hand was on her heaving chest. “I…” she gulped for air, “I need to go to my room now.”
Lawrence elbowed me out of the way, and lifted her into his arms. I followed.
“I’ll call an ambulance!”
“Absolutely not!” they both said in unison. I stopped dead in my tracks.
Lawrence turned to me. “No, Keira; your grandmother is having a spell is all. There’s medicine in her room, and she’ll be alright shortly. She just needs to lie down and collect herself.”
“Lawrence! She looks like she’s having a stroke!” I strode up to him in a rage.
GM lifted her head. “No, dear; listen to me.” Her breath was coming easier already. “Lawrence will look after me, don’t worry. Dearest Keira, you need to check on your friend. I’m worried about Gwen.”
“GM, she’s at work! It’s not even lunchtime!”
“No, Keira… it’s well past noon,” she sighed. “This has happened before. Look at your watch.”
I held my watch up. It read four fifteen p.m.
Oh shit.
TWENTY FIVE
MY CAR SKIDDED as I turned into
her driveway. As soon as it came to a stop I leapt over the door and sprinted up the driveway, past her truck to the front door.
With any luck she’d be fine and I’d use the excuse of checking in to see how she had liked dinner with Lawrence and GM
Devon was on the front porch, the magazine he’d been reading spread on his thighs while his head lolled to the side, sound asleep, snoring. Buster must have seen me coming; he was cowering over at the farthest end of the porch. I didn’t want to wake Devon, so I crept around him and through the front door.
I stepped inside and listened for any sound of activity, where Gwen might be found. When I walked across the hall and paused at the foot of the long staircase, her voice drifted down. Okay, she’s on the phone or something—that was a good sign.
As I tiptoed up the stairs I could hear her voice.
“Can you hear me?” came from her half-open room door. “Are you there Mom?”
“Gwen?” I said when I got to the doorway.
“Aaagh!” she cried out. I burst into the room. She was on her feet, her eyes wide, while her hand swept up to her neck before she breathed a sigh. “Oh, it’s you, Keira.” She glanced away, blushing.
“Yeah. Sorry. The door was open and your dad is asleep on the veranda. I should have—”
“No! It’s fine.” Her hand fell and she clasped my arm. “Maybe you can help me!”
She pulled me into her room and I stopped short, seeing what was on the bed. Oh my God. Not a Ouija board. This was too much!
“What the hell are you doing with that?” I said, pointing at it.
Her eyes glinted with excitement and she tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, before she pulled me over to the bed. “I’m trying to contact my mother! You know how you said you saw her, well, I thought with a little help from this, I might be able to as well!”
I shook my head. “No Gwen. You don’t want to mess with that thing.”
Her fingers dug into my arm. “Come on, Keira. Please. I just know if you do it with me, I’ll get to talk to my mother. I mean, you’ve got some kind of gift or something. I believed you when you said you saw her! Hell, I’ve always felt her nearby.”
“No Gwen! Look these Ouija boards are bad news!” If she knew what I’d seen earlier, she’d burn the bloody thing! “Not going to happen, Gwen!” I started to fold the board up to put it back in its box.
Her hand tugged mine away and she glared at me. “You’re being selfish. All I want is a chance to—”
“Gwen! Believe me when I tell you this is dangerous! You don’t want to mess with it.” I jerked my hand away from hers.
“Hey!” Her eyes started to glisten again, but this time it was with tears. “It’s my mother we’re talking about. She would never hurt me.”
“This is so not a good idea, Gwen. Just trust me when I tell you your mother is fine.” If GM knew this was going on, that Gwen was trying to get me to do this with her, she’d have a conniption! Hell, even Lawrence would blow a gasket! And the coincidence was totally freaking me out!
“Please. I just want to speak with her... just one more time. I’ve missed her so much! I promise, I’ll never ask you again. Just one time... please.” Her voice almost broke when she pleaded. She swiped the tears away with the back of her hand and sniffed loudly.
She still had her hand on my arm. The sorrow and grief I felt from her dad was nothing compared to the agony in Gwen’s heart. Damn it. I took a deep breath and knew I couldn’t deny her this. If it was my last time seeing my mother or father.... or even GM, I’d want to do it. “Fine! But this is it. I’ll only do this once.” I flopped down on the bed, next to the blasted board. I glared up at her. “But blow your nose first.”
She rose to her tiptoes, holding her hands tight to her chest, almost squee’ing. I swear if she did that, I was out of there. When she flew from the room to get a tissue, I glared at the board and planchette. No tricks this time buster.
All too soon she was back and bouncing to a spot opposite me, with the board between us.
“Have you used one of these things before?” Her fingers flew to the planchette and she looked over at me.
I rolled my eyes and my hands slowly drifted over to join hers on the small triangle. “Oh yeah. Have you? I mean aside from just now?”
“No. I just bought it today. I was thinking of what happened the other day by the pool, and I was right outside some kind of mystical head shop downtown. I went right in and bought it.”
“Right about nine a.m. or so?” That was when GM and I started our session. Yeah, the one that took five minutes but lasted seven hours. I had such a bad feeling about this.
“Yeah! I was on my break! How did you know?”
“Skip it. Let’s give this a whirl, then I’m going to burn this thing, okay?” Great. She just happened to be outside the right store at the right minute. Sure. Just coincidence. I didn’t believe in coincidences. Well, this would be a quick down and dirty session and then I was done with the Ouija board. “You’d better let me do the talking.”
Her face knotted. “Why? It’s my mother and my board.”
I lifted my hands from the planchette and sat back. “My rules. If you want me to do this with you, you’ll do it my way or forget it.” I’d been trained by an expert after all, while she was a neophyte.
Her eyebrows clenched in annoyance. “Okay.” It came out like a bark.
I took a few deep breaths and then my hands went back to the board. A flash of Gwen’s mom appeared in my head. This was a good start. My eyes opened wider and I peered at Gwen. “What’s your mom’s name?”
“Rebecca. Rebecca Jones but her maiden name was Dowd.”
I took a deep breath and started. “Rebecca Jones. Are you here?”
The planchette sat still, no vibrations, nothing.
“Rebecca Dowd. Your daughter Gwen would like to talk to you. Are you present?” This time the triangle jerked to the word, YES. I glanced at Gwen and was rewarded by a smile.
“Ask her if she’s happy. Tell her I miss her.”
It was all I could do not to roll my eyes. As if, Rebecca wouldn’t have heard that! “Rebecca, Gwen would like a sign that you are in peace and that you are happy.”
My fingertips on the planchette began to tingle and it was hard to stay on the small object as it spelled out, L O V E H E R.”
“Oh Mom.” A single tear splashed onto the board from Gwen’s chin.
The planchette began to circle the board, gaining speed. My eyes darted to Gwen who stared back at me, her mouth hung open.
The triangle stopped at the letters J A R R O D.
“Uh oh,” I said. My heart galloped against my rib cage. The air became cooler and a sudden breeze lifted the curtain from the side of the window. The loose paper on the desk began to lift and swirl in the air.
Gwen’s eyes were as big as dinner plates staring around the room. Her hands drifted off the zooming planchette and I reached to slap them back on, holding my palm over the tops of her hands. Fear and despair came in crashing waves from where we joined. This was so unfair! Gwen had hoped for contact from her mother and this thing... whatever it was, was hijacking that.
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