"It's in Hebrew" said Lauren. No one understood Hebrew like I did. They say it's just a language... but I think it's more than that. It had a meaning, not a literal meaning but a one man meaning. It's one of those languages that you can not teach, it's meant to be taught by yourself. It's not numbers or letters, it's symbols. "I know Hebrew" I said braggingly. "So, are you gonna help me with this spell or not?" Lauren asks in patiently. "Depends" I said jokingly not knowing how offended she would be by this response. "Depends on what Madeline?" She said fairly offended in a way that I would never understand. "Nothing Lauren, it says "In order to retrieve you're spirt you must also bring back your enemy"" I say. This must've triggered something in her nerves because once the words fell off my tongue, she began to cry. I stared at her in shock. She looks up at me and asks if we can leave. My ideal response was no but I could see how much she feared her enemies. Lauren wasn't one to cry but this must've been bad. She said "Madeline please, I CAN'T DO THIS! I'm not as strong as you" she said weeping. I began to gather the Ouija board, spell book, crystals, candles, and herbs. As I was neatly putting them into my duffle bag, I heard a creak from the stairs above us. Lauren looked at me as if she'd just seen a ghost. I signaled for her to stop weeping so I could hear. There should be absolutely no reason someone should be here. "Did you hear that?" I asked quickly before the creaking got louder. She shook her head quickly and then put her head in her knees. I got up and so did Madeline. We grabbed the bag and ran to the door. The night was dark and cold. It felt like a winter night, but it was summer here in Wisconsin. Madeline tripped over her untied Doc Martians. As she got up her nose started to bleed. We ran to the nearest convenience store we could find. Nothing was open considering it was around 1:15 in the morning now. We ran seven blocks to the Exxon that was open 24/7. The lady working the cash register looked odd. She had dark gray hair, almost black looking. Her eyes were bugging out of their sockets. And her clothes were dirty. She smelt of old rotten meat. Madeline headed towards the bathroom and I went to the coolers to get us some water. The cashier followed me with her bugging eyes. It was like a horror movie!
