Forever Charmed

by Rose Pressey

  Chapter Thirteen

  That night I woke again for no apparent reason. What had woken me this time? I couldn’t say for sure that it had been a noise. I lay perfectly still and listened, but the only sound was the cat purring in my ear. The house was silent… eerily silent. A strange feeling settled over me, as if eyes watched me. It was like a presence was right there beside me. I was almost afraid to look around the room to see if anyone was there. But the curiosity would get the better of me, so I knew I had to look.

  I slowly rolled over in the bed and looked to my side. When I saw a woman standing near my bed, I sucked in a deep breath. My mouth wouldn’t work though. Screaming or even speaking wasn’t an option. My eyes widened and my heart thumped wildly as I stared at this woman. Her gaze was fixed on me.

  The woman wore a long, light blue dress. She had long flowing blonde hair and her eyes glowed a brilliant blue. There was one thing definitely strange about her though. I could see right through her body. I lay there paralyzed. Neither one of us made a move.

  Finally, I managed to squeak out, “Who are you?”

  She didn’t answer, but instead just continued to stare at me.

  “What do you want?” I demanded.

  Still no answer.

  Why wasn’t she speaking? Slowly she began to move. She didn’t walk, she glided. Her arms and legs flowed like water. Was I finally seeing the ghost? This was definitely not my great-great-great-grandfather. Who was she and where had she come from?

  When she reached the door, she paused. Then she turned around and looked at me again. She had a haunted look in her eyes. That was fitting, right? What did she want with me? After a couple seconds, she turned and floated right out the bedroom door. Definitely a ghost. Annabelle would have had a heart attack.

  I lay there with the covers pulled up close to my face and shivered. The room was freezing. Watching the door for what seemed like forever, I waited for her to return. I listened for more noise but heard nothing. Maybe Liam really had heard a noise in the attic. I’d told Annabelle that dealing with a ghost was just part of living in a big old manor house, but now that I was faced with the true reality of it, I wasn’t sure it was as easy as I’d thought it would be.

  The book was calling to me again. Since I couldn’t sleep after what had happened, I allowed it to lure me from bed. I pulled it out from its hiding place and slipped downstairs to the kitchen. The men should be fast asleep in their rooms and I shouldn’t be disturbed. Placing the book down on the table, I sat on the stool in front of it. I stared for a minute, wondering if I should really open the book. Was there another spell that I could read? Even so, I still didn’t know what the spell was for. And look what happened the last time I performed a spell.

  But I supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have one more peek inside the book. Maybe I’d stumble on a clue as to what it all meant. My fingers paused on the cover. Releasing a deep breath, I finally opened the cover. There were several pages that seemed to be introduction pages, but I still couldn’t read them. Had I thought they’d magically change? Had I thought I’d be able to somehow read them now? Nothing had changed to make that possible. Was there a spell that I could perform that would allow me to read the foreign language? Who was I kidding? I couldn’t even perform a spell to make my cooking better, much less translate an unknown language.

  I flipped through the pages again and nothing made sense. I wasn’t able to read one single word. If only there was a way to search for the language online. Maybe I’d take the book to the library. Would they have something with this language? I let out a sigh and closed the book. Now what?

  Just as I was about to pick the book up and go back upstairs, that same strong wind began to blow—a slight breeze at first, then a wild gust. The air blew the hair on my head around wildly and moved dishes with ease. Thank goodness they hadn’t fallen to the floor. Would the noise wake Nicolas and Liam? The book cover flipped open and the pages flicked until they finally came to rest. The wind subsided and I looked down at the open page. To my surprise, it was written in English. I could actually read the page.

  It was another spell, but it still didn’t say what the outcome would be. Should I risk doing the spell? An unseen force was pulling me to it though, making me what to give it a try. How much worse could it be than the spells that I was already trying?

  After studying the list of ingredients, I rushed around the kitchen checking to see if I had all that was needed. Luckily, Aunt Maddy had an abundant supply of almost anything that I would need to work magic. Again, I plucked the ingredients for the spell from the shelves—basil, bay leaves, frankincense, just to name a few. I’d have to hurry in case Liam or Nicolas came downstairs. Being caught in the middle of pouring something into my cauldron would be hard to explain. Once all the ingredients were added, I waited for something to happen. A spark, a poof of smoke, a flash of light… something… anything. But still nothing was different. Apparently, I’d make a mistake, yet again.

  I did receive a call from Abigail Smith saying that I’d messed up her beauty potion and she now had warts on her face. That was what she got for not going to my mother for those types of things. I cleaned up my mess, grabbed the book and hurried back upstairs. No noise came from either of my guests’ rooms. Thank goodness they hadn’t heard me. I placed the book back securely under the floor into its hiding place and slipped into bed.

  As I tried to drift off to sleep, my thoughts went back to the ghost. Was she around all the time? Listening and watching everything that happened in the house? I wasn’t quite sure how long I’d lain there watching the door before I finally drifted off back to sleep. I did know that for a second night running I didn’t sleep much. That would make for another difficult day.

  I woke to that strange sensation of not being alone in the room again. The ghost of the mysterious woman stood by the door this time, staring me. She wasn’t surrounded by a bluish glow. How long had she been watching me sleep? I tried to ask her what she wanted again, but I received the same blank stare. Once again, she turned after a minute and vanished out the door. I’d expected some remnants of the apparition, a trail of mist or a puff of smoke, but she had disappeared as if she’d never even existed. I wondered if my mind was just playing tricks on me.

  This time I jumped up and slipped out the door after her. I didn’t find the ghost, but Liam was standing in the hallway with his back facing me. Was he sleepwalking? He wore blue and white striped pajama bottoms, but no shirt. His broad shoulders tapered down to a trim waist. He turned around and looked at me. The way he soaked in my full appearance, I knew he was fully awake. At that moment I wished I was wearing more than a short satin nightgown. I tried not to stare at his hard chest and tight abs, but that was virtually impossible.

  “Did you hear something?” I whispered.

  He gave me a knowing look. Had he seen her too?

  “It must have been the wind,” he said.

  He knew it wasn’t the wind just as much as I knew it wasn’t the wind.

  We watched each other for a few seconds longer until I said, “I’d better go back to bed.”

  I turned around and hurried back into my room before he had a chance to answer. After securing the lock on my door, I climbed back into bed and pulled the covers up close. I’d have to ask my mother if she knew who this spirit could be. Maybe Aunt Maddy had mentioned a ghost in the past. I knew one thing for sure, this spirit wanted something from me and I wasn’t sure I wanted to give it whatever that something was.