Chapter 12: Christmas Decorations Just Got Weird

I was tired. What the aunts were saying was just too weird. It had to be a farce or I had fallen asleep somewhere and this was all a bizarre dream brought on by working nights, bad pizza, and the shame of having to move in with my grandmother.

“Louisa, seriously, you have to go. You’re not safe,” said Martha.

I rose and stretched my sore back. “I’m going. I’m going to bed. I’m not falling for it.”

“Falling for what?”

“For whatever this is. This is all a little tooo unrealistic to believe. And for whatever reason you two have been trying to get me out of the house since I got here. I’ll figure out why you don’t want me here after I’ve had some sleep.” I tried to escape the room but the aunts blocked my way.

“Louisa, you can’t run from this. You have to leave to be safe.”

“Safe from what? You two make this ‘connection’ thing sound like a world-wide orgy and how it’s a big kum-ba-yah. Now, all of a sudden, it’s ‘dangerous.’ While you get your stories straight, I need to sleep.” I pushed past them and out into the hallway. I hoped I could go the three steps across the hall to my room but I was wrong.

“Ah, there you are Louisa. I’m hoping you and the twins can come downstairs and help me put out the Christmas decorations,” Grandma said. She was standing in the middle of the hallway with her hands on her hips.

“Gah, Grandma. I just need a nap first.” I tried to move past her but she stepped into my path.

“Now Louisa. Go downstairs.” She nodded her head toward the stairs, then called passed me, “Martha, Myrtle! Downstairs! Now!”

I’d never seen Grandma so forceful and I was compelled to comply. The aunts came out of the guest room with their eyes wide. We all went down the stairs – me first, the aunts, and grandma bringing up the rear.

“What the hell?” I stopped short at the bottom of the stairs. There in the middle of the living room floor was a pentagram made from tinsel garland. In the middle of it was a small cauldron with a small fire burning in it. The fire was purple!

“What the hell?” the aunts cried out loud.

“Decabra,” grandma said. 


To be continued….

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