The Darkside

The Whirling Dark

"What's wrong, Octavia? Why do you look all flustered?" Jared asked, picking up the phone. I took a deep breath and asked, "Doesn't she resemble someone we know?"

"She does, doesn't she? I am just unable to figure out who she resembles," he replied. "Follow me," I said as I walked into the living room. I kept the phone near my mother's photo and asked, "How about now? Holy mother of god! The resemblance is uncanny," he said, holding his head. "How's this possible? How does she look more like my mother than I do?" I asked, annoyed.

"Think nothing of it Octavia; there are plenty of unrelated people resembling each other," said Jared, trying to pacify me. "But she's a witch, just like my mother; except for the dark part," I said. "Well, that is true. But can't it be a coincidence, nevertheless?" asked Jared. "I don't know, and I don't have time to harp on that. We need to find her," I said. "Do you know anything about her?" I asked. "No; sadly, I don't," answered Jared. "OK, I'll find her," I said, walking away.

"How?" Jared asked, following me. "With a locating spell," I said as I reached for the grimoire. "I turned to the page of locating spells and held the phone over the grimoire as I chanted, "Lochaz gaz medez jaz." All of a sudden, there was a strong breeze which felt like a cyclone. The phone went flying out of my hand and landed on the floor. Jared and I got thrown across the room and landed on the floor. He landed on top of me, and I think we shared a moment.

Then, suddenly, it was all over. We then got off the floor and dusted ourselves, feeling too weird to look each other in the eye. At last, he broke the silence and asked whether that was a cyclone. "Sort of," I answered. "That is one powerful witch," I said, pondering my next move. "It's completely destroyed," said Jared, picking up the pieces of his brother's phone. "Don't worry, I can fix it; just lay all the pieces together on the grimoire," I said. "OK," he said as he spread all the fragments of the phone on the grimoire. I laid my hand on the phone and chanted, "Ferez moz oz, ferez moz zo," and all the pieces arose into the air and began to turn like in a whirlpool. "Wow, that's freaking cool!" said Jared in amazement. I smiled and said, "Now, we need to be more careful, as this witch is very powerful." I get that;" as he said, the doorbell rang.

We went downstairs, and as I opened the door, there stood Chief Samson and two other officers. "Chief, what are you doing here?" Jared asked. "Arresting you two," answered the chief. "Arresting? On what charges?" I asked. "On the charges of multiple murders," answered the chief. "What!" Jared said with fear in his voice. "Don't worry, Jared; I'm sure it's a misunderstanding," I assured him. "Why don't we clear that at the police station," said Chief Samson, turning to his officers before saying, "Well, what are you waiting for? Cuff them."

"Yes, sir!" they replied. "Do something," Jared whispered as they cuffed us and read us our rights; hauling us away like common criminals.