It had been almost a month since Mel had ventured into the attic in search of her Grandmother’s Grimoire. She had found nothing of use and each passing day she knew she would soon be out of time before the thing went into hibernation again.
Another killing had been reported, this time during the day and in a park of all places. It was becoming confident, a dangerous combination for something so evil. The young girl had been stripped of her clothes, her intestines displayed for all to see and her stomach emptied. And the police were no closer to catching the culprit that at the start.
The only thing she could think of doing was using the spirit board, to contact Gramps. It was a last ditch effort to find out something useful she could use. In only a short space of time, Mel had gone from unbeliever to hoping that she had some of her Grandmother’s talents.
When she was a child her Grandmother would often take her out on field trips, teaching her about the plants that nature provided and their magical uses. She was fascinated at that age but quickly grew out of it and out right scoffed at her Gramps when she tried to initiate her at the age of fourteen.
Who’s the one laughing now Gramps. She thought to herself. Mel ransacked her cupboards for the ingredients she would need for the spirit board. Salt for purification and protection, water to help communication and a sprinkling of dirt to keep her grounded.
Closing all the curtains in her living room, she prepared herself.
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Death Has A Name
ParanormalChildren are being brutally murdered. There's no evidence to link the murders except the way in which they are found. The police are sure they are dealing with a psychotic serial killer, but one person knows it's much more than that. ************** ...
