This choice: Go to the witch downtown for advise • Go Back...Chapter #7Consultation with the witch downtown by: Unknown John and Richard ditched school that afternoon to go downtown. John walked while Richard rolled the streets with his skateboard. He once said that walking is for chumps. Skateboarding conserves energy and it should be the mode of transportation for most people. John tried. He really did. But he’s bad with things that have wheels in them. No wonder he still has no driver’s license.
Through blistering sun, they managed to reach the store with a big concrete witch’s hat on top of it. It looked comical because of its sheer size of it.
A bell rang as they went inside.
For a store that sells old souvenirs and antiquated books, the place is kept surprisingly dustless. Everything is neatly arranged, no thing out of place. Except for the two of them who stuck like sore thumbs in the store. John is way too tall as Sean so his head bobs above the shelves. Richard was still on his skateboard so the sounds of the wheels rolling can be heard from all over the shop.
They walked across the shelves and reached the counter where a woman draped in blue and white fabric saw them. Her head has a white coif on top. John would think of her as a nun if she didn’t look all so rude. One of her feet is above the counter. There’s punk music playing on her phone. She is blowing bubblegum while filing her lacquer-painted nails.
“It’s her,” Richard whispered.
“Well… well… well… If it isn’t the creep who keeps going into the shop without buying anything. How’s it going, Richard Keenes.” The woman said with a bitchy voice.
“Ho- how did you know my name? Magic? I told you, dude, she’s a witch.” Richard said, fumbling his words.
“This is a small town. The names of creeps go around.” Her bubblegum pops then she suckles them back again. “Just kidding. My mom is acquainted with your mom from cooking class. My mom recognized you and then told me about it. So, how can I help you twerp? Going to buy something?”
John stepped forward, “More like we want some advice. Regarding the occult.”
“Just because I work at a witch-themed store, did you think I like the occult?” The woman leaned her head forward and inflated a balloon in front of John till it popped. She licked the gum back, careful not to ruin her crimson-colored lips, and tossed it around her mouth. Then she laughed. But more like cackled. “I’m pulling your leg kid. My name is Sabrina Lafayette, and I am the right witch to solve your occult needs. For a price, of course.”
“Anything,” John said. “We’ll do it.”
“Jesus, kid. Don’t throw anything so casually. You don’t know what people will ask you. It’s just a 10$ consultation fee.”
From then on, the three entered further into the shop where they passed a hallway filled with books from recent and yore. They entered a room equally surrounded by books but there was a table and a seat for three people inside. There’s an indent in the middle of the table, and John assumed that’s where the crystal ball should be. When they were seated, John explained his situation in full detail, except for the part where he saw Sean’s dick. Sabrina listened to the story with her full unbridled attention.
“You’re a Grigori, a fallen spirit.” Sabrina grabbed a book from the pile and showed the two an illustration of an angelic creature whose wings are being burned as it approached the earth. “Contrary to popular belief, they aren’t evil and more like neutral spirits stuck to live their lifetimes on Earth.”
“I fail to see how that relates to me,” John said.
“You’d see what I mean if you let me finish my story, kid.” John retreated to his seat with a sheepish smile. “You see, human babies have the tendency to die in the womb. Mostly it’s a medical issue but sometimes, it is because the baby loses its soul. Newborns have a loose hold over their souls. When this happens, a Grigori sweeps in to take over the baby’s body. No one knows why they do this because the Grigori loses their memory in the process. A Grigori will live the life of the human it has taken over.”
Sabrina flipped to another page.
“Unlike humans, Grigoris maintain a loose connection to their bodies. A mere explosion could send your soul flying. When this happens, the adult body goes into defensive mode. It prevents all access from all foreign spirits that might enter it. That includes you.”
“Then how can I go back?” John asked.
“The problem is the body sees your spirit as foreign. You are cut from the same cloth as the angels of god. Your soul is too pure to be recognized as human. You being a virgin is adding salt to the wound.“
John was baffled. He didn’t even mention being a virgin in the retelling of his situation. Is he really oozing that much virgin energy to be outed that easily? Worse. It’s a girl who said it to him.
Sabrina continued her explanation. “While you are out here possessing the bodies of others, you should do impure acts.”
“Such as?”
“Get creative, kid. It’s not hard to think of impure things given your age.”
“You mean like sex?” Richard butted in.
“Yes, like sex before marriage. Or going into my shop just to stare at my breasts. We have CCTVs Richard. I see you.”
Richard’s face turned to peach. He was squirming his arms and legs. It’s fun seeing someone call him out.
“Although, these might be your lucky day brats. Aside from the consultation, I could help you out regarding your sexual needs. I could help you break your virginities while I get a sample of your virgin seeds. They fetch a good price on Craigslist, after all.”
While John was ruminating on what his answer will be, Richard stood and said yes without hesitation.
“Good. I like men who are upfront.” Sabrina snapped her finger and the books came flying out of the room. The table disappeared into thin air. The floorboards flipped until they were no longer boarded. They became an elegant marble floor. The walls receded as they became filled with paintings and a window on the left and right walls. A large bed appeared, one where the three of them could fit.
“Wha- what did you do? What happened?” The change in scenery disoriented John.
“I told you I was a witch. Didn’t I make it clear when I introduced my name?”
“I thought that was a marketing schtick. I didn’t think you’d be an actual witch.”
“You’re a wandering soul who can possess the bodies of others, and here you’re doubting the existence of a witch? You sure are a comedian, brat.” Sabrina walked over to the bed and patted the place next to her. Richard came over quickly as his clothes fell on the floor one by one. “John, I’ll give you a choice. Fuck me as is right now, or you can possess my body experience on the other side. What’ll it be?”
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