Demonic Spell (18+)

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Driving my silver Volvo V40 (a compliment from Uncle Louie) on the empty road with towering trees lining the side like an unmoving sentinels.

Relishing the warm sun that managed to break out of the trees thick canopy overhead I made my way out back to my home.

A year and a half had passed and gone after I buried my adoptive family and left England.

No one from my previous life knows where I am right now and only a single cellular phone connects me with Uncle Louie and Atty. Luke. They are the only people who knew where I am and they managed everything for me.

A wonderful estate built deep in Oregon’s lush forests, away from prying eyes becomes my next home.

Grandma called it a farm house in the forest but for me it’s an insanely huge mansion build along with the forest.

It’s a three floored ranch-style mansion constructed from solid dark woods, camouflaging it against the dark forests and the carved porch posts are adorned with crawling wisteria, making it almost invisible.

I believed that whoever created this house never wanted to tame the wilderness but commune with it, the mansion followed the natural shape of the land, taking extra care to avoid harming the flora of the great forest.

Stately silver maples stood like ageless sentries, keeping guard over the house and its spreading branches covered the whole roof like a dark armor.

Wild plants are scattered all around thriving on their own, wilderness in its purest and rawest form.

The trail that leads from the road up to the house is the only sign civilization, the only mark of man trying to tame nature.

Living with my grandmother and Ana was the next best thing that happened to me other than being adopted into the Falcon family.

Insane, is what I described my new life now.

Ana’s silent and reserved demeanor changed into bubbly and boisterous the second we landed to America much to Grandma’s exasperation.

She always had a way to annoy my grandmother, from small thing like putting salt in her morning coffee to exchanging her face powder to pepper powder. It’s as if she more like a naughty child than a full grown woman.

Grandma changes as well after going back to the place where she said the first Lac lived, she is in her own environment. The grief-filled old woman becomes a cheerful grandmother although as some nights I still hear her cry for my missing mother.

In those years I learned the lore of my biological family.

Who could’ve thought that Grandmother is a sorceress and probably the last to practice the trade of sorcery?

The interior of the house carry the evidence of my grandmother’s craft.

Bottles and glasses of different sizes and colors lined several shelves; all are filled with aromatic oils, pungent essences and crushed herbs.

Scattered all around the house are rare and strange esoteric objects that reminds me so much of the little shop back in Spain.

These unusual objects might abhorred most people but it offered a sense of familiarity and comfort to me but the only thing that I disliked about grandma’s things was they are scattered everywhere, literally.

There is no such thing as organization in our home and I gave up trying to fix it after several months of arranging things only to found them scattered the next morning.

Grandmother hate to see her things are moved and she know exactly where such things are placed before I try to arrange them.

Pretty annoying, right?

And my mother, Katarina possessed the second-sight, the gift of seeing the past and future. Grandma said that my mother could’ve seen a disastrous future for me or to her and my father so she had to leave me behind. That’s the mystery that I still can’t solve and only my mother can enlighten me about it.

Ana? I don’t know anything about how Ana came to the picture of my biological family. All I knew was that she was with my grandmother for many years and Grandma seemed to keep her identity a secret, in a reason that I don’t know and I don’t really want to intrude.

Me? Well I told Grandma about my nightmares and the creatures that haunted me. She said that I might be a traveler, a soul drifter. She said I'm the first in our family to be able drift out of my body and travel to great distances, although she regretfully informed me that due to the fact that I'm the first one to do such thing she didn’t know much about this insane ‘ability’ of mine.

Imagine?! My soul can get out of my body and can traveler to different places as well as other realms.

Shivers run through me when Grandma explained it to me but the shadow creatures are a mystery to her. She never seen them or heard about them before.

In this picturesque city of Roseburg everyone knew me as Old Grandma Real’s niece who lived with her after the death of my family. To them I'm Elie, the veterinarian who treated most of their pets and farm animals not Elisha, the pampered daughter of the deceased multi-billionaire mogul who suddenly disappeared.

Here, life is simple and uncomplicated. I now worked in a small veterinary clinic in the city after I gave my previous veterinary clinic to Cara as a wedding present for her, her wedding that I never had a chance to attend.

Pulling my car on the driveway I saw my grandmother exited from the back door. Following her quietly I saw her sit in the little pond behind our house.

I looked at her as she sat down on her usual log, she getting older and frailer day after day, time has finally catching up on her although the life and sparkle in her eyes never diminishes.

“What are you doing there, Elie? Spying on me?” she called out to me. Smiling inwardly I walked towards her.

“So how’s the birthing?” She asked me. As always Grandma know everything about anything.

“It’s good. Kath now have a new colt to take care of.” I replied watching the fishes that live in the pond swim around peacefully.

“El!! Grandmommy! Breakfast!” I heard Ana’s shouts and Grandma groaned exaggeratedly at the sound of her voice and the pet name that Ana called her. Chuckling inwardly to myself I helped my grandma back to the house. Dear Ana really know how to annoy Grandma by calling her ‘grandmommy’.

After finishing eating our breakfast with Grandma and Ana bickering constantly like a pair of naughty children, I headed to my room to clean up and catch some sleep.

I stared melancholically at the picture of my adoptive family; I could not control the tears from falling out of my eyes when I remember that today is the second year anniversary of my family’s death. It’s the second year that I failed to visit their graves because Uncle Louie still feared that the threat in my life is still lingering nearby, ready to pounce on me without notice.

Lying back in my bed with the picture clutched tightly in my chest, wishing that I somewhat dream about the happy times I had with my adoptive family but I just fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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