From the moment that they got to the Saxon tower, the Saxon spirit was very unsettled with deep lines of worry etched its face before it vanished, missing all of the drama that happened.
When it returned the frown that had previously formed on its face was still there, deeper than before. So, as the Saxon’s dealt with their trouble, pondering on how to deal with Dickson’s body, Phoebe settled on quizzing the spirit about what was troubling it.
"Zephyra what troubles you, what are you searching for with that big frown that is deeper than a gully? You are beginning to make me nervous." Phoebe communicated directly using her mind.
It sighed, a loud and sharp sound. "I don’t want to worry you, but have you not thought about Dickson’s ghost yet? I have searched the entire grounds and bumped into some spirits but none of them is Dickson’s. He is not here Phoebe, and this worries me as much as running into a powerful demon does.
He was a malicious person who hated you and many of the people here. On top of that, he has died a violent death. Ninety percent of evil spirits and malicious ghosts are as a result of violent deaths and intense hatred that desires revenge so naturally, I expect him to turn into a vicious and vengeful ghost." It voiced its concerns, the more the explanation, the deeper Phoebe could detect worry in its voice.
The spirit had taught her the difference between evil spirits and malicious ghost. Evil spirits were often supernatural beings with malevolent intentions, they possessed and manipulated humans for evil purposes. Malicious ghosts on the other hand were typically spirits of deceased humans who harbored anger, resentment and other negative emotions.
Dickson was very likely to turn into a malicious ghost, a dangerous one.
The spirit read Phoebe’s thoughts and concurred, but it did not resound the question or voice the worry again. Instead, it continued to search for a while, questioning other ghosts on Dickson’s possible whereabouts which proved to a futile process.
Minutes later, Phoebe who along with her family were leaving the Saxon tower paused in her steps and looked at the covered body hesitantly. She had been somewhat happy on hearing that Dickson was dead that she did not think of the after math. If his ghost was looking for people to harm, she and her family were at the top of the list.
David was right up there with them, the personal vendetta Dickson had against them was bigger than an ocean.
"Bloody hell!" She cursed.
Her father stopped in his tracks; it was on rare occasions that he heard his daughter curse. "Is something wrong honey?" He asked, fixing his eyes on her forehead where her thoughts usually planted themselves.
[Yes, actually we need to get home now!]
"Father let’s go home." Phoebe’s pleading eyes focused on him.
Edward clapped his hands continuously. "Everyone please pick up the pace, we need to hurry home." He pushed Andre to quicken his steps.
"What is happening?" Grandma Mayfair asked, she could not hasten her steps, so Edward offered to transport her on his back.
Before she could respond, he lifted her and run off, leaving the others to run after them. Grandma Mayfair did not appreciate being thrown over her son’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
Once they got home, Phoebe requested them all to sit in the living room, hastily she left the room and went into the bedroom and vanished into her space. Together with the spirit they formulated stronger protection talismans that prevented vicious ghosts from attacking them.
Even though she had given them amulets, there was no problem with having extra protection.
When she returned to the living room, she attached the talismans on each of their bodies, on the back specifically. She watched like a hawk as the talismans were absorbed into their bodies.
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"What are you doing Pheebs?" Andre, the most curious of them all was the first to ask.
"These are for your protection." she explained briefly.
Some did not know why they needed more protection, yet they had the jewelry that she had given them which was also for protection.
However, aunt Maureen knew immediately what the fuss was about. "It is Dickson’s ghost, isn’t it? I tried looking around for it at the Saxon tower, but I did not see it." She blurted out.
Edward arched an eyebrow. "Why would you be able to see ghosts Maureen?" His tone was laced with suspicion.
Phoebe and her aunt traded gazes. "I work at the cafe, remember?" Maureen lied quickly.
"I work there too but I cannot see them without those special glasses." Grandma Mayfair complained, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at Maureen. She could tell that her daughter was lying through her teeth.
Phoebe believed that she had to intervene because her aunt was lost for what to say. "I gave her a talisman to be able to see them at any time, just like Collin. Anyway forget aunt Maureen and listen to me closely. I made those talismans because Dickson’s vengeful ghost may attempt to harm you. From now on, if you sense some changes in the temperature around you or smell something rotten in the air that cannot be explained, I want to be the first to know." She huffed and sat near Luke.
She was not finished; she got a small silver needle and pricked her finger. Using her blood, she wrote symbols on talismans and also slapped them on everyone’s backs.
"Thus is a ghostlight lantern talisman, it has a special flame that can never be extinguished, it can cast a holy light that banishes any malicious ghost that comes near you."
Andre’s eyes sparkled, he recited the name of the talisman over and over. Maureen meanwhile was amazed, a ghostlight lantern was not something any ordinary shaman could make. She knew of only three shamans worldwide capable of making one or even knew what it was.
Those talismans were rare because the flame came from an otherworldly fox. Where had Phoebe found such a fox?
Shaking her head, grandma Mayfair grumbled under her breath as she felt the sting from the flame which was forced into her body. "Our happiness was really short lived, so even in death that monster is still going to try to mess with us?" Her fingers clenched around the glass of water.
"More like try to kill us but these talismans will protect us, I wonder where he is at the moment. If he is not on tower grounds right now, then it’s possible that it is not where he died. It’s too soon for him to have moved to another place.
Perhaps he is lurking around somewhere in the city, maybe lost and confused." Maureen shook her head to disperse the thought. "I do not even care, let me go get ready for work." She shifted forward and stood up.
She wanted to go and make a few calls to find out if any otherworldly foxes had been seen in Citrus city lately or if any special flames had showed up at a supernatural auction somewhere. Phoebe’s secrets just kept pulling her in deeper and deeper. Read exclusive adventures at Freewebnovel