| Maple's mother had died three days ago. It had been thundering throughout the day, and it was still thundering at her mother's funeral. Maple had been upset by her mother's death, including since she had only been 35 years old when she died. Maple was only fourteen. She wished that her mother had never died, because she knew she would have to go live with her father, who she despised like crickets crawling in her bed at night. She was spending the rest of the week with her Aunt Bell while they packed everything up to send to her father's hell-house. But Maple had an idea. An idea that could possibly get her mother back. The next day, she walked over to her friend Shelby, who had been practicing some witchcraft. "Hey Shelby, I was wondering if you could help me..." Maple asked her friend, when walking into the lunch room. "Hey. What is it that you want help with?" "I know you have been practicing witchcraft, and I was wondering if you would help me with this...spell, I wanted to do.." "It depends...what will this spell do?" "It will...it will bring my mom back." "I'm sorry Maple, but I don't do use magic for anything like that. I'm sorry." Then after school, Maple went to a bookstore that she knew Shelby went to buy some of her witchcraft books. She walked over to the Black Arts section. She saw an older book that was on one of the higher shelves, and grabbed it and looked through it. It had a spell to be bring back your deceased loved ones. She looked around, to see if anyone was looking, and tore the page out. She stuffed the page in her pocket, looked around again, and put the book back where it was. "Thank you. Come Again." The salesclerk said, as she walked out the door. She walked across the lawn to her Aunt's front door and walked in. "Hey, how was school?" Her Aunt Bell asked. "It was okay..." she said while walking towards the room she had been sleeping in. She pulled the page out from her pocket and smoothed it out. It said she would need something to draw on the ground with, three candles, a picture of whom you were going to bring back, and a needle. Mable walked back into the living room and grabbed three white candles that were sitting on the coffee table while her Aunt was in the kitchen finding something for dinner. She grabbed a permanant mark also. She drew a triangle with the marker onto the carpet, and placed the candles on each point. She was glad she drew it big enough for her to sit in. Mable grabbed the lighter off of her dresser and lit the candles. She sat indian-style in the triangle. She had the page from the witchcraft book, sitting outside the triangle, close enough for her to read it. Maple grabbed the picture of her mother that was in front of her, and she started saying the spell. "...Put her back in her proper place...Put her back where she belongs...bring her soul from the depths of Hell...Sacrifice one worth her soul..." She then put the picture into the flame, until it all burned to ash. Then Maple, used the needle to prick her finger, and dropped a few drops of blood, while still saying the spell. The flame grew about ten times the size it was, then it shrank back to normal size. Maple blew out the candles. She couldn't reverse the spell now, since it had been done. She walked out of her room and walked through the hallway to the living room. When she walked in the living room, she saw her Aunt Bell, lying on the floor, with a triangle, burned into her chest. Maple started to cry, but then she saw the door open. Her mother walked in, but was still decapitated. "Hi Maple." Her mom said. Then her mom's head, fell off her shoulders, and rolled to Maple's feet. Maple dropped to her knees, and looked at her mother's head, which had once been pretty, but had turned into the ugliest face she had ever seen. She suddenly felt sick, and threw up. She had killed her mother. |
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