Ben entered the basement to stop the ritual that Delphi had begun. The ritual was meant to affect the fatherly spirit, a being that had pretended to help Ben take revenge on his bullies.
Little did Ben know that the spirit had its own plans—it wanted to use Ben’s body to exact its vengeance on Clara.
However, neither Ben nor Delphi realized that Clara had been the mastermind behind all of this from the very beginning.
It wasn’t the spirit who had summoned itself—it was Clara. She had performed the forbidden, incomplete ritual left behind by her mother, a ritual that now left them all trapped in its consequences.
Clara smirked darkly and stepped forward, her voice dripping with condescension.
"You’re not supposed to be here, Ben, my poor boy. I wanted to have some fun with you… but you had to ruin it, didn’t you, you asshole?"
Ben’s eyes flickered, his body suddenly overtaken by the ghostly instincts that had been awakened within him.
His rage surged, unstoppable, and the urge to kill Clara became an overwhelming force, driven by the spirit’s desire for revenge. The sensation consumed him entirely, fuelling his every movement as he lunged forward, ready to fulfill the twisted vengeance that had taken hold of him.
With a quick, effortless motion, Clara grabbed Ben by the neck, lifting him off his feet with just one hand. His struggling ceased almost immediately, his ghostly instincts no match for her overwhelming power.
"You thought you could stop me?" she sneered.
"I didn’t just reincarnate like some common soul. I’ve trained in every life, perfecting myself, you idiots."
Ben’s limp body dangled in her grip as the fatherly spirit, once bound to him, was now separated and hovering weakly in the corner of the room.
Clara’s eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she turned her gaze to the fading apparition.
"Oh, Father… what a great show," Clara exclaimed mockingly. "Had fun enough? Look at you now." She laughed, her voice echoing through the dark basement, triumphant and cruel.
Clara turned her attention back to the fatherly spirit, her eyes gleaming with cold determination. With a sharp flick of her hand, she began the final phase of the ritual, dark energy swirling around her as she chanted words that dripped with ancient power.
The spirit, now weakened and cornered, writhed in agony as the ritual forced it back to the underworld. In moments, the room fell silent. The spirit was gone, banished forever.
Clara then turned to Ben, who lay motionless on the floor, barely clinging to life. With cold efficiency, she set her next plan into motion. Wrapping a rope around Ben’s neck, she made it look like a suicide, masking the bruises left by her own hand.
She tightened the knot, ensuring there would be no trace of her true involvement.
"There," she muttered to herself, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "No one will ever suspect a thing."
(Bathroom)
Delphi, sensing something was terribly wrong, quickly took charge. Grabbing Anya, who was visibly shaken by the events, she rushed her back toward the hospital.
"We need to get you somewhere safe," Delphi said firmly, her heart racing as she tried to stay composed. As they hurried, Delphi called out to the other children, her voice steady despite the chaos.
"Listen! You need to stay here and keep an eye out for Ben and Clara. They're the oldest—strong enough to handle things—but stay safe, okay? Stick together!"
The children nodded in fear and uncertainty, but they trusted Delphi. As she and Anya disappeared down the path toward the hospital, Delphi couldn’t shake the unease in her chest. Something wasn’t right, and she could only hope she isn't too late.
Author's Message:
How will things get unfolded from here: Ben's Murder. Suppressed spirit. Leftover Ritual?
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