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with witch juice, but most were.
“Maybe you could do a discovery spell and find out if someone is following me?” I suggested.
Granny arched one perfectly shaped gray brow, “You still have the third eye. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to figure out on your own. Ask one of your ghost friends.”
That was Granny. If she could make us do things the hard way, she would.
Granny Stella was always there for us, but she didn’t coddle us at all. She figured that if you got soft, that’s when you’d be eaten up by misfortune.
Mostly she got that attitude from what happened with our mother. She’d turned from her roots and moved away from Mystique Island. Mom was an Osborn witch, but she’d preferred to live as a regular, everyday person. Granny was sure that if her daughter hadn’t turned up her nose at her birthright, she’d be alive today.
“So how did you know I would be dropping by today?” I asked.
The only answer I received was a shrug, but Granny’s green eyes were twinkling with mischief.
“Why don’t we talk about why you dropped by?” Granny suggested.
Downing the last of my milk, I set the glass on the table. “What do you know about the town curse?”
A loud sigh escaped her lips.
Suddenly Granny looked tired.
A loud sigh pushed through her thin lips. “I think the Simmons bunch deserved their curse, perhaps not the whole town though.”
“That’s what I want to ask you about … the town curse. What exactly is the curse? Is there a way to break it?”
Granny chuckled. “We have more than one curse on our heads you know.”
“I think we might be dealing with the shaman’s curse. There were two homicides yesterday, and both the victims are descended from the founders.”
Nodding, she reached over and covered my hand with hers. “If I were the betting kind, I’d bet we are dealing with a whole lot more than the shaman’s curse.”
Now I was confused, not to mention a little uneasy. It would seem Granny had been keeping a lot of secrets.
“What haven’t you told me?” I asked, glaring at her through narrowed eyes.
“Oh put away the claws,” she scoffed. “You don’t scare me, little miss demon dreadful.”
It so wasn’t fair!
How could I be so close to being a demon, but I couldn’t even scare an old lady?
“So what is it?” I asked again.
“Well there’s the curse of old Captain Marsh.”
I shook my head. “That’s a ghost story, not a curse. Besides, I’ve never seen him.”
Leaning back in her chair, Granny gave me one of her, you’re not as smart as you think you are, smiles.
“He’s real enough, and he is tied to a curse. You see, the shaman’s curse was really just the beginning. The actual curse is a little different than the tales you hear these days. According to the story passed down through our family, the words the old man uttered just before his death … had quite a different meaning.”
Granny paused, as if by doing so she could add a little extra drama to the story. It worked. I was all ears and holding my breath.
Finally she continued. “That old Indian cursed us alright, but the curse was that when two hundred seasons passed, we would be revisited by all our sins.”
I was still lost and it must have shown on my face. Granny Stella burst out laughing.
“Don’t worry,” she said, patting my hand. “You’ll catch on sooner or later. Now if you hadn’t given up your power, you’d probably already know about this.”
And I’d be dead!
It wouldn’t do any good to remind her of that. She was sure that just because I was an Osborn witch, I could cheat death. Just as she was sure my mother could have done the same.
Instead of reminding her of my inability to come back from the dead, just because I was a witch, I let out a loud groan.
“Granny! Would quit blaming everything on the fallen angel situation? It hasn’t been that long since I lost my power, and I didn’t know anything about this then either.”
“Very
“Maybe you could do a discovery spell and find out if someone is following me?” I suggested.
Granny arched one perfectly shaped gray brow, “You still have the third eye. It shouldn’t be too hard for you to figure out on your own. Ask one of your ghost friends.”
That was Granny. If she could make us do things the hard way, she would.
Granny Stella was always there for us, but she didn’t coddle us at all. She figured that if you got soft, that’s when you’d be eaten up by misfortune.
Mostly she got that attitude from what happened with our mother. She’d turned from her roots and moved away from Mystique Island. Mom was an Osborn witch, but she’d preferred to live as a regular, everyday person. Granny was sure that if her daughter hadn’t turned up her nose at her birthright, she’d be alive today.
“So how did you know I would be dropping by today?” I asked.
The only answer I received was a shrug, but Granny’s green eyes were twinkling with mischief.
“Why don’t we talk about why you dropped by?” Granny suggested.
Downing the last of my milk, I set the glass on the table. “What do you know about the town curse?”
A loud sigh escaped her lips.
Suddenly Granny looked tired.
A loud sigh pushed through her thin lips. “I think the Simmons bunch deserved their curse, perhaps not the whole town though.”
“That’s what I want to ask you about … the town curse. What exactly is the curse? Is there a way to break it?”
Granny chuckled. “We have more than one curse on our heads you know.”
“I think we might be dealing with the shaman’s curse. There were two homicides yesterday, and both the victims are descended from the founders.”
Nodding, she reached over and covered my hand with hers. “If I were the betting kind, I’d bet we are dealing with a whole lot more than the shaman’s curse.”
Now I was confused, not to mention a little uneasy. It would seem Granny had been keeping a lot of secrets.
“What haven’t you told me?” I asked, glaring at her through narrowed eyes.
“Oh put away the claws,” she scoffed. “You don’t scare me, little miss demon dreadful.”
It so wasn’t fair!
How could I be so close to being a demon, but I couldn’t even scare an old lady?
“So what is it?” I asked again.
“Well there’s the curse of old Captain Marsh.”
I shook my head. “That’s a ghost story, not a curse. Besides, I’ve never seen him.”
Leaning back in her chair, Granny gave me one of her, you’re not as smart as you think you are, smiles.
“He’s real enough, and he is tied to a curse. You see, the shaman’s curse was really just the beginning. The actual curse is a little different than the tales you hear these days. According to the story passed down through our family, the words the old man uttered just before his death … had quite a different meaning.”
Granny paused, as if by doing so she could add a little extra drama to the story. It worked. I was all ears and holding my breath.
Finally she continued. “That old Indian cursed us alright, but the curse was that when two hundred seasons passed, we would be revisited by all our sins.”
I was still lost and it must have shown on my face. Granny Stella burst out laughing.
“Don’t worry,” she said, patting my hand. “You’ll catch on sooner or later. Now if you hadn’t given up your power, you’d probably already know about this.”
And I’d be dead!
It wouldn’t do any good to remind her of that. She was sure that just because I was an Osborn witch, I could cheat death. Just as she was sure my mother could have done the same.
Instead of reminding her of my inability to come back from the dead, just because I was a witch, I let out a loud groan.
“Granny! Would quit blaming everything on the fallen angel situation? It hasn’t been that long since I lost my power, and I didn’t know anything about this then either.”
“Very
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