Forever Changed

chapter 23



My mother’s mouth dropped to the floor. “Impossible Elizabeth, is this a game to you,” she said starting to get angry.

I looked at my mother seriously, “No it is not a game, but I wished it was a nightmare. It is not that either or I would have woken up a long time ago.

“So you think you are a witch and your father is a demon.” My mother asked with a little laugh.

“I don’t think, I know,” I said seriously. “Landon is a demon, too”

“How is he a demon? He looks pretty normal to me!” My mother said louder her voice a little shaky. She looked him up and down.

I looked over to Landon and asked, “Would you show her?” He nodded his head and concentrated until his teeth and the stubs in his head appeared. My mother grasped and jumped back quickly.

“It is ok mother, he will not hurt you. I promise!” I shouted at her. “I need you to come back in the circle, please. I need you to listen to me,” I begged her.

She came back to the circle slowly looking back and forth from me to Landon.

“So it is true, then that must mean,” she said slowly with her eyes growing wide, “That I am a witch?”

I shook my head yes and with the help from Landon, we told her everything. I started with the night I was in the closet, until the very minute of us sitting in the floor. My mother gasped at all the right spots, cried over what my father had said in his letters, understood why she couldn’t hit or kill me, laughed when I was talking about giving Landon a makeover, and scolded me over killing Lucas.

To my relief she understood. “So what are you going to do, Elizabeth? Why are we sitting here in a circle?” She asked with a look of wonderment.

“Because mother, we are going to bring my father home and we are going to end this curse, forever!” I said in a hushed voice.

“How are we going to do that?” She replied in the same hushed voice.

“The three of us will hold hands, after I light the candles, we then we are going to summon him.” I said with a grin on my face.

I lit the candles and we stood up and held hands. I said,

“I summon thee Mitch Marcus to rise up from the underworld and breathe the air that I breathe.”

“I summon thee Mitch Marcus to rise up from the underworld and breathe the air that I breathe.”

“Concentrate and join me!” I said, “Make sure that you concentrate and see his body under that sheet, keep your eyes closed, and do not stop saying it.”

“I summon thee Mitch Marcus to rise up from the underworld and breathe the air that I breathe.”

They did exactly as I told them and they chanted with me. The wind started blowing hard, the ceiling transformed into a sky, lightning flashed, and thunder rumbled. The floor turned blood red, the walls turned to coal, and the white sheet with fire. We all three felt the heat; we opened our eyes, but still concentrated on our words.

“I summon thee Mitch Marcus to rise up from the underworld and breathe the air that I breathe.”

The louder the wind howled, the louder we chanted.

“I summon thee Mitch Marcus to rise up from the underworld and breathe the air that I breathe.”

We didn’t stop until everything started to die down a bit. We started slowing the speed of our chanting and finally we collapsed to the floor. We watched in amazement as the sheet started to move. I couldn’t wait until my father rose up and returned to our family.