The Witches Next Door

Put A Spell On You

   The late afternoons in Saint Sons they welcomed the beautiful new season with open arms. Oaktree leaves littered the sidewalks, and pumpkins were carved with faces they'd never had.  The mid-autumn brought bitter wind and rain storms that the earth needed. Fall was upon the small town of Saint Sons, yet the Halloween season was lively in the town that had a history with the wicked and spooky. 

  Clicking of Veronica's heeled boots went up the stairs to that attic room, it was quiet in the Black household. The door creaked open and a faint smell of iron filled Veronica's nose, that damn rotting head. Making her way to the trash can where a small goblin was eating part of the head. 

  "Little one," She spoke, spooking the creature. Growls came from the small goblin that attempted to back it into the corner of the trash can. "You like feasting on old flesh?" The small white goblin sneered and blinked its yellow eyes. 

  "Young witch of the Black bloodline, you are?" The Goblin spoke. 

  "How are you so small? That's pitiful, you could so much as only bite me, and not even blood would be drawn." She smirked.

  "Mocking me young witch. No matter the bloodline you are all the same." The Goblin sat on the head of Mrs. Barren. "Meaning to what is this, young Black?" Veronica crouched down to the Garbage. 

  "Little Goblin knows so much about my family, makes one curious as to why?" The little Goblin folded his arms. "Fine, don't share. But I need that head gone in an hour or less."

  "Why witch?" 

  "Let's just say if I get caught with that head, then you will die with me. We all know that witch hunters are still among us or the curious about the unnatural." Veronica waved her hand over the head to reveal a marking of a witch hunter on Mrs. Barren's head. "I had a witch hunter on my tail, so dearest Goblin. You shall help me get rid of that remaining of Mrs. Barren, Okay?" The Goblin made a suspicious face and then looked back at the witch. 

  "Young you are Black, but in need of a reward I am." The Goblin looked at his small claws in vain. A sigh came from Veronica as she got up to grab a sticky note and a pink pen, scribbling a contract on it. 

  "Okay Goblin, here is a contract. You may live in this house, but stay out of sight of mortals and you may not let the other witches of this coven see you. Do I make myself clear?" The Goblin looked over the sticky note and judged it before judging the witch. "What now?" 

  "Quality witches lack nowadays." He grumbled. 

  "Either take it or leave it." Veronica sat at the desk with her homework. Grumbling came from the Goblin as he fiddled with the paper, then approached her and tapped her on the leg. 

  "Witch, why no familiar? Are you not a witch?" Veronica stopped writing in her notes. 

  "I haven't found one yet." The Goblin handed the note over after sighing it. Veronica looked it over and then signed it herself. Flashes of gold went over the writing sealing the contract between the two. "An hour or less." The Goblin grumbled before making his way to that garbage can and knocking it over. 

  "Don't make a mess in my room, Goblin." The creature dragged the head of Mrs. Barren off somewhere. 

  The sun was setting outside the long window and the wind started to settle down, giggles came from downstairs, and with the last final words of an incantation Veronica finally got rid of the blood smell finally went away. More giggles came from downstairs making curiosity rise in Veronica. 

  "What the hell are they doing." Grabbing the bucket that was full of dirty water mixed with blood from Mrs. Barren she walked down the hallway to the stairs. Another voice came into earshot as Veronica emptied the bucket. coming around the corner she saw her four sisters giggling and playing with Christopher, who looked uncomfortable from the twin's questions and awkward flirting.