Writing Inktober 2021

*Day Six- Spirit

(A/n my friend inspired this)

I finish preparing my Halloween costume. I am doing a Nightmare Before Christmas character. I am looking forward to going out with my friends and having a party.

Halloween though is still a few weeks away. Which is good because starting yesterday I was feeling a bit ill. Right now it is mainly being more tired than normal. My family is crazy about Halloween. We come from a long line of professing witches, seers, supernatural experts, monster hunters, etc.. Do I believe those to be true; not sure. It sounds pretty crazy, but my family is all about it.

As the weeks go on it just gets worse. I am always tired and there are bags under my eyes. My grades are slipping and I can't focus on volleyball. My skin looks unhealthy, almost yellowish now. My face is gaunt and sunken too. The black hair in my head has lost its shine and my eyes their sparkle.

Halloween is six days away and as I get up I get dizzy. It passes after a minute and I get ready for school. My little brother gives me a grossed out look. I roll my eyes and make my breakfast.

"Hon, you aren't looking very good. Are you sure you are getting the needed sleep?" Mom asks.

"Yes, mom, I am getting enough sleep." I answered her.

She gives me a pondering look. Then something comes to her. "Blair, please go make sure you have your book bag packed." she tells my brother. He leaves with a small grumble.

"Is this your....um" she starts.

"It is not my period mom. I have been feeling off for a while now. I will be fine." I tell her.

"Alright, but please let me take your temperature."

She took my temperature. I went to school..... I woke up back at home. Apparently I tripped in the hallway and passed out. I tell my mom how I had been feeling weaker as of recently.

"Do you know when it started?" she asks.

"Not sure. It was gradual." I tell her.

"Can you give me a guess, Agatha?" She inquiries.

"I guess..... The beginning of the month."

"Hmmm.... Well.... Actually, my mother called at the beginning of the month. She said that this is a Blue Moon month. I will call her about it."

"What does this have to do with a blue moon? And how will Grandma Wanda help? Oh no, is this one of y'alls witchy stuff?" I ask.

"If you started at the beginning of the month it could be because of the first of the two full moons and don't you go doubting this supernatural stuff. Look what has happened to ya because of it." she says with a 'think about that' face and walks out of my room.

I roll my eyes, but it does make sense. In some crazy way. After a few phone calls, I hear that my Grandma Wanda, Aunt Glinda, and Aunt Hecate are coming over. (See the obsession?) They bring with them all kinds of supernatural objects. It has been said that at Halloween the barrier between the physical and spiritual worlds become thin. According to my family our ancestors are closer to us than most other families. Also, the rare Double Full Moon October makes the barrier thinner than any other time.

"We are conjuring a spirit!!" My eccentric Aunt Hecate declares as they bring in their devices into my room.

"Excuse me?" I exclaim.

"We believe we know the problem." Grandma says, "we believe that one of our ancestors is using the fragile barrier to try to come back over to the physical world."

"Oooookay? How does that answer the problem?" I ask.

"They are draining your spirit to take your place." Mom says.

Silence.

"We need to talk to our ancestors to find out who, how, why, and how we are to stop it." Aunt Hecate says.

Aunt Glinda sets everything up. They need to be near me to get the best connection and it is not Halloween yet. If they wait until Halloween, I will die. So, we are conjuring a spirit (A/n DON"T DO THIS IS REAL LIFE!).

Apparently it was my great, great, great, great aunt who wanted another chance to make it with the new equality stuff. She tried to be something better back in her life, but it didn't end well. She was assaulted a few times and hanged after he killed one of her assaulters with magic. Unfortunately, according to my great great grandparents, my 4G Aunt needed to stop herself to save me. Hence the summoning of the woman spirit trying to kill me. Which in summoning her will make it easier to come back.

It was a hard conversation. After a lot of talking (and yelling) and other spirits coming in to stop her, well we are still talking.

Spirit One: "you know it is not our way to use our power this way!"

Spirit Two: "Elphaba, she is your family. We don't hurt family unless it is a lesson."

Aunt Elphaba: "I need this chance! They will see the power of the Le Fay family!"

Spirit Three: you can't have her! She is too special."

Grandma Wanda, "Mother?!"

Spirit Three (aka Great Grandmother) "yes my dear. Now, Aunt Elphaba, this young relative of ours has the gift! She is very powerful!"

Silence.

Whelp! Looks like I have magic, or something.