The Curse ✔️

Chapter 20: Forces

If we hadn't already been scared out of our wits, we would have been now. Amma lit the candles around our summoning circle and nervously jumped around to check whether everything was in order. The combined strength and talents of our little group should be enough to invite the spirit into the room.

We were doing it in the hallway, the same place we've create the little black frog, Dominic, which now ominously ribbited, as if trying to tell us we were making a terrible mistake. Or, we read into the little guy's ribbits because of how terrified we all were.

Morta found an Ouija board and placed it on the tiles in the middle of the room. The sole purpose of the board was to allow my grandma to communicate with us somehow.

"Alright." I shuffled nervously on the floor. "We've got everything we need; salt, candles, my grandma's notebook, a black magic repellent," I pointed at Dominic, "And the recklessness and stupidity of any person summoning a spirit."

"This is going to go so wrong." Amma squeezed her fingers, pursed her lips and grabbed her notebook again. "I feel like we're forgetting something."

"Oh, come on." Morta rolled her eyes, her Marten's pushing the Ouija board away as she stumbled on the floor. "Life begins at the end of your comfort zone."

Amma squinted, "I'd say summoning a spirit shouldn't be within someone's comfort zone."

"We should hurry." Morta ignored her. "The Halloween party is starting and those are wild."

"Did you know the average score of our school dropped significantly over the past two years?" Amma sat on the floor, her notebook still in her hand. "Something terrible has happened between Thar's generation and ours."

"Yeah," I snickered, "Leon joined the school."

"It's all these parties." Amma shook her head. "Nobody is focusing on their grades!"

"Such tragedy." Morta nodded solemnly, just a touch of irony in her voice. "Many regrets."

My phone, resting on the floor, buzzed against the tiles.

Where are you? My father.

"Shit." I cursed, nervousness biting my veins. "My dad is texting me. What if he knows we're up to something?"

"Ignore him." Morta suggested. "Tell him later you were chocking on some cock, so you couldn't answer."

My eyes narrowed to slits.

"Goddess!" Amma squeaked. "Why are you always so crude?"

"I'm serious." Morta shrugged. "It's Halloween. Only losers won't be getting laid tonight."

"Thanks." I pursed my lips. "I love when my friends think I'm a loser."

"You're being voluntarily celibate, that's your problem." Morta eyed me. "Come on, let's get this over with. I, for once, don't want to be a loser."

"Okay." I cleared my throat and glanced over the two girls, praying to the Goddess we had what it took for this to work. "Amma, do you know the spell?"

"I'd know it if you woke me up at 5AM." She mumbled, her eyes wide and terrified. "Grab my hands, come on."

The three of us held hands and stared at the Ouija board on the floor. The dark-wood thing stared back, unmoving, and I pondered over how something so plain could be so dangerous.

As Amma closed her eyes, magic burst around us, potent and strong. My veins constricted with power and my breath caught in my throat.

"We call on the spirits on the other side of the veil." Amma murmured. "We call on Mathilda Montgomery and ask for her advice in these troubling times." Amma's left eye squinted open. "Jade, tell her."