B*tches with Stiches: Book One

9 Witching Hour

"Guys, dinner!" Mom calls from down the hall probably putting up her laundry or packing. Stanley immediately hides thw book under his mattress, "If we're gonna do this we need to get out of the house preferibly by midnight maybe I can sneak us out on my bike... They wouldn't know the difference usually they don't complain when I head out. Not sure though, meet me around ten and gather the materials I showed you. I know you have more of that stuff than anyone." I nod and mom knocks on the door lightly. "Dinner guys I thought I told you." Stan and I just stare at her for a few minutes until she closes the door.

As we're all eating chicken and rice for dinner me and Stanley keep glancing at each other and at the clock, the rain has stopped by now and all we wait for is ten. Shortly after dinner I head to my room to search for the materials I need: a knife, blessed salt, sage and black candles. "Did you get everything?" "Yea, although we might need to stop by the store to get lavender oil." Stanley nods, "Do they even sell lavender oil?" I shrug if they don't I'll have to compensate. Around ten we wait for mom and dad to head to their rooms or at least stay in the living room while we sneak toward the basement.

The basement is a rather drafty and smelly place to be considering the fact I'm a witch I should be into it but it was actually the strangest place in the house. "Come on, Moll! We need to find the freaking morgue." Stanley says holding the basement door open for me. I follow him to the garage as he uses the remote to unlock it, "Alright we're gonna head to Walmart first to pick up lavender oil. Then you Google map the place we need to find and we'll go from there."

About ten minutes later we're at Walmart trying to search for a space to park, "You go in and get the lavender oil and I'll look up the map of the morgue. Just try to hurry up it's almost midnight. I walk into Walmart dressed in my black skinny jeans, ACDC tank top with my hair pulled up in a pony tail. I head to the garden isle, can't find it go to the health isles, still can't find it after I'm about to get off and just buy a freaking lavender plant and baby oil I run into one; the last bottle. As I reach for the bottle somehow time slows a bit next thing I know this blonde haired girl with gentle waves, pink shirt and white skirt grabs my hand and the bottle, "Excuse me I need this, my grandma has horrible arthritis it works to relive pain so if you could just let go... That's be great." I look at her and raise an eyebrow, "Listen, I can't be here all night I'm only up here cause I'm introverted and I need this for my scented candles i make." The blonde bombshell looks perplexed, "You? You make candles?" I nod. It's awkward silence for a few seconds, "Yea I came up here late cause Im a night owl and insomniac." Here I was explaining to a complete stranger what the hell my schedules were that's when she let go of the bottle, "Fine. I guess my poor grandma's gonna have to deal with all that pain this winter. You know it just sucks so much that there are inconsiderate people like you." I turn to walk away and shrug as I walk away I say a few words, Truth be gone guilt come true no one is as filthy as you. I say this to myself until I reach the counter and suddenly an alarm goes off in the health isle; I smile at my work.

"What the hell took you so long?! I sent you in there for oil not a fucking car! We have only thirty minutes and the morgue is like thirteen minutes from here!" Stanley starts bitching amd freaking out due to my little disagreement with a total cunt, "Hey, don't start with me alright?! I wanted to do this yes, you may be a fucking channeler but I don't really need you. I could do this ony own if I wanted to, you're basically a tagalong. I wanted a ride and I got it. Now if you don't quit yelling at me I'm gonna tell Mom and Dad about the hacking into the computer and taking money out of the account."

Stanley pouts a good way there and nearly crashes us into a stop sign at one point (I assumed he did it as payback). In thirteen exact minutes we arrive at the front of the morgue and look around making sure there were no cars in or out, "We got like 17 minutes to do this so I need to know now, are you sure you want to?" Stanley asks as we debate on the bike it's motor purring, "I'm gonna do this, Stan. For one I want my friends back, I can't be alone anymore. Two, Mom already took our grandparents away she might not have taken them away but damn it; life takes everything important to me... I'm positive we're gonna do this." Stan nods and pulls up to a tree about several feet away from the building in case people got nosy.

We sneak inside the rather small building through a window believe it or not the only small and open window we could fit in. Once inside I lead him to the mortuary where all the bodies are kept we take one step in that room and Stan whispers, "I feel death in here." I slap his arm, "No shit, you think?" I take a moment to glance around for a light and that's when I shined the light on all the glorious corpses that like in front of us. I wasn't phased by it much but Stanley was a different story he immediately wanted to scream but I hurried to cover his mouth, "Don't you dare! Don't! We can't get busted, I'm not going to jail!" I whisper loudly in a panic. After a moment or two Stanley is alright just a little freaked out I begin to search the storages. Willow, Kesselman, Rifter... No sign of either of my friends though then it dawned on me... I was in the wrong place to be searching.

"Wait, wait... Is there any way we could summon their spirits into say another vessel? Say like it's a a human spirit that can be transferred into another body?" Stanley takes the materials out of my backpack looking at me like I'm either stupid or insane, "You mean transference? I think so, just never really practiced it's more along the lines of possession. I mean it isn't impossible but it isn't not complicated. We have all the right things now we just need two; well bodies. Preferably not you know dead looking?" I laugh a little too hard, "Not dead looking? Take a look around you, Stan! We're in a fucking mortuary!" His hands go up in surrender. I try to find the two best decent women bodies I can ones that aren't old as fuck and wrinkly, more like my age or in their twenties after all they wouldn't be leaving my basement at most... Wait where did that come from?

"Molly, come on you're not picking a fucking prized fucking pig, it's a body! Just pick something and deal with it?Where the hell do you expect two undead people to go?" Stanley is already set up our working table on the floor I just have to pick the right body. It's all up to me now.