what?”
“Name?”
“Jake. Is she- ah- uhm- a -ghost?”
Sam nodded, “She is a witch like your girlfriend here.”
Jake nodded, “I can see the door handle behind her.” And with that he was gone. The big strong brave young man was unconscious.
Chapter Eleven
Ophelia
The furniture was old. It suited the house perfectly. She felt safer than she had all evening. She sat on the couch silently. Jake lay on the huge sofa across from her. He was still completely out of it.
“We have to send him back.”
She looked up to see the ghostly maid standing/floating in the doorway.
She felt her heart quicken, “Why?”
“He’ll die around here real fast.” She floated across the room and sniffed, “Surprised you never killed him yet.”
Ophelia frowned, “Why do you all keep saying these things about me. I’m no witch. I’m a regular girl. I want to go home. I'm being haunted by a poltergeist. I want my mom and dad and my sister. Do you know where they’re keeping her?”
“Ophelia welcome. I’m Lydia. It’s so nice to meet you finally my dear.”
She turned to see an older woman walking into the room. Something about her made Ophelia feel relaxed. The older woman took her hands and squeezed them. “Please sit and relax. You’ve had an odd day I would imagine. That was some prom you manifested.”
‘Trust her Ophelia. She’s like us.’
She tried to ignore the voices but she watched, as an older lady seemed to sense them there.
Ophelia nodded, feeling herself getting teary again, “It's been a terrible week. First he froze and then they chased me and the voices and then the wolf and my sister and prom and now here.” She knew she wasn’t making sense but she felt lost in it all.
Lydia laughed bitterly, “Nothing I haven’t heard before my love. Sit and have some tea. It will relax you. Now how much do you know?”
Ophelia shrugged, “About what?”
Lydia looked over at the ghost, “I guess we’ll start at the beginning. Your parents are very powerful people Ophelia.”
“Vic and Helen are my parents.”
She smiled a sweet old lady smile, “Of course you would believe that. Anyway your real parents are very powerful people. Your father wanted a son, for a very long time. Purposefully your mother only ever gave birth to girls. They were, well…”
“Slaughtered Miss Ophelia. My sisters and I feels it every time he takes another one. The light leaves the earth for a day when the magic is taken into the dark. Don’t be sugar coating none of this Miss Lydia. None of it.”
Ophelia shook her head, “I don’t get it. I don’t have sisters who are dead. Just Abbey. My parents are boring people. You have the wrong person.”
“No sweetie, the people who’ve raised you were not your real parents. They too believed you were theirs but you were put there.”
The words stung. She felt the truth in them somehow, but she pushed it away. She shook her head, as if it stopped the words from sinking in. “No, no, no, no.”
‘She tells the truth sister.’
She looked up suddenly to see the six balls of light separate and fill the room with light. They became the ghostly figures they had been before. They each looked identical to her but with blue lights instead of eyes.
“How?” Lydia gasped, looking around the room.
Ophelia couldn’t help but be thankful that someone besides her could see the ghostly women.
“Ophelia have they been with you long?”
She shook her head, watching the six mirror images, “They came the other day.”
Lydia shook her head, “What’s special about this week? Hmmm it’s only June. You’re birthday will be in July.”
Ophelia frowned, “My birthday is September 21st.”
Lydia shook her head, “No we know you were born in July.” She counted the six floating balls, “July 7th if I’m not mistaken."
Her eyes grew frightened for a second, as she looked at the ghostly maid who scowled.
“She be the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
“Name?”
“Jake. Is she- ah- uhm- a -ghost?”
Sam nodded, “She is a witch like your girlfriend here.”
Jake nodded, “I can see the door handle behind her.” And with that he was gone. The big strong brave young man was unconscious.
Chapter Eleven
Ophelia
The furniture was old. It suited the house perfectly. She felt safer than she had all evening. She sat on the couch silently. Jake lay on the huge sofa across from her. He was still completely out of it.
“We have to send him back.”
She looked up to see the ghostly maid standing/floating in the doorway.
She felt her heart quicken, “Why?”
“He’ll die around here real fast.” She floated across the room and sniffed, “Surprised you never killed him yet.”
Ophelia frowned, “Why do you all keep saying these things about me. I’m no witch. I’m a regular girl. I want to go home. I'm being haunted by a poltergeist. I want my mom and dad and my sister. Do you know where they’re keeping her?”
“Ophelia welcome. I’m Lydia. It’s so nice to meet you finally my dear.”
She turned to see an older woman walking into the room. Something about her made Ophelia feel relaxed. The older woman took her hands and squeezed them. “Please sit and relax. You’ve had an odd day I would imagine. That was some prom you manifested.”
‘Trust her Ophelia. She’s like us.’
She tried to ignore the voices but she watched, as an older lady seemed to sense them there.
Ophelia nodded, feeling herself getting teary again, “It's been a terrible week. First he froze and then they chased me and the voices and then the wolf and my sister and prom and now here.” She knew she wasn’t making sense but she felt lost in it all.
Lydia laughed bitterly, “Nothing I haven’t heard before my love. Sit and have some tea. It will relax you. Now how much do you know?”
Ophelia shrugged, “About what?”
Lydia looked over at the ghost, “I guess we’ll start at the beginning. Your parents are very powerful people Ophelia.”
“Vic and Helen are my parents.”
She smiled a sweet old lady smile, “Of course you would believe that. Anyway your real parents are very powerful people. Your father wanted a son, for a very long time. Purposefully your mother only ever gave birth to girls. They were, well…”
“Slaughtered Miss Ophelia. My sisters and I feels it every time he takes another one. The light leaves the earth for a day when the magic is taken into the dark. Don’t be sugar coating none of this Miss Lydia. None of it.”
Ophelia shook her head, “I don’t get it. I don’t have sisters who are dead. Just Abbey. My parents are boring people. You have the wrong person.”
“No sweetie, the people who’ve raised you were not your real parents. They too believed you were theirs but you were put there.”
The words stung. She felt the truth in them somehow, but she pushed it away. She shook her head, as if it stopped the words from sinking in. “No, no, no, no.”
‘She tells the truth sister.’
She looked up suddenly to see the six balls of light separate and fill the room with light. They became the ghostly figures they had been before. They each looked identical to her but with blue lights instead of eyes.
“How?” Lydia gasped, looking around the room.
Ophelia couldn’t help but be thankful that someone besides her could see the ghostly women.
“Ophelia have they been with you long?”
She shook her head, watching the six mirror images, “They came the other day.”
Lydia shook her head, “What’s special about this week? Hmmm it’s only June. You’re birthday will be in July.”
Ophelia frowned, “My birthday is September 21st.”
Lydia shook her head, “No we know you were born in July.” She counted the six floating balls, “July 7th if I’m not mistaken."
Her eyes grew frightened for a second, as she looked at the ghostly maid who scowled.
“She be the seventh daughter of the seventh daughter
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