By first period’s end, the entire school had heard the news: Morgan Folger was dead.
The reaction from the student body was fairly typical when a school loses a beloved teacher. Some students were in tears and others, such as ‘Evil’ Eli Malone, barely noticed except that they wouldn’t have to show up in English, English Literature or History that day.
Only slightly less well known was the news that Emma Bennet and Matthew Marblewin had been arrested for being out on the athletics field that night. The rumor-mill, naturally worked overtime in both cases.
Sixth period History class brought an emergency substitute teacher: Doctor Amadeus Vulcan. He was an strange looking man, seeming almost as wide as he was tall with solid features, a thick brown beard and widely spaced brown eyes. To Emma Bennet’s surprise there was something about the way the man held himself and the way that he spoke that kept the class hanging on his every word. What might well have been a rather dry lecture about troop movements during the Battle of Gettysburg seemed to flash fire into their imaginations. It was almost like Doctor Amadeus Vulcan had actually been there, even he did seem to focus quite a bit on the influence of the [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freemasonry Freemasons] in the battle.
All too quickly, the class was over and the students prepared to leave. But rather than head straight home, Emma Bennet found her grandmother, Elspeth Agatha Foster waiting for her on her bicycle. She was pleased to meet Matthew Marblewin but had come out to take a look at the site where the teacher had met his end.
The group waited until after the school had completely cleared out and approached the still glass strewn and blood stained asphalt of the faculty parking lot. Elspethexcused herself and laid down a circle of salt around the three of them. Emma Bennet explained, not for the first or last time, that her grandmother was a witch and she was doing a working. Fog began rolling in from the sea and gathered ankle deep as the temperature rapidly dropped.
Elspethcalled upon the spirit of Dr. Morgan Folger Ph.D. three times, pointing a knife she called an [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Athame Athame] into the four cardinal directions as she did so. After several minutes, something vaguely human shaped and formed of mist rose from the fog, bringing with it the vaguely visible form of the deceased teacher to appear within the circle’s confines. The mist creature moved around the circle and approached the teenagers like a panther curious of some new prey item. Elspethtold them not to be afraid as the circle would protect them.
The spirit of spoke out in an otherworldly tone, strained by the effort of being pulled back from the other side. Elspethquestioned him for a while asking him if he knew who had been his murderer.
I name my murderer as my nephew Odysseus Carter Folger. His ambition to take control of the Masonic lodge is no secret, even to me. But he is not ready, and must not be allowed to seize power or disaster will follow.
- The Ghost of Dr. Morgan Folger Ph.D.
The energy holding the spirit on this plane expended, the mist thing collapsed back into the fog and the spirit faded into nothingness leaving only a feeling of unease in its wake.
Matthew Marblewin then received an odd MMS text containing a view from what was undoutedly the announcer’s box at the high school athletic field. It showed very clearly Matthew Marblewin, Emma Bennet and Detective Harvis Kramer having their chat from the night before.
Naturally like any good teenager Matt crept out of the house to investigate. In the announcer’s booth he found a large dent in the corrugated metal wall, a small spot of blood in it’s middle. He’d also uncovered a small scrap of dark brown fabric that had snagged on an old staple under the desk. Reluctantly, he touched it.
The vision was of a figure garbed in a set of darkly colored robes. He was watching something out of the front window of the very announcer’s booth in which they all stood. The side door opened with a sudden flash of cold blueish white light. The hooded figure was struck by something so hard that knocked it back against the wall hard enough to dent it and leave a scant bit of blood behind. A scuffle ensued, leaving behind a bit of the robe’s fabric before the figure was dragged out into the darkness.
That night, Emma dreamt of Matt. He was digging for something behind a great table made of stone. The table had an inscription upon it that was too blurry to read. She watched him for a while before he slide something into the hole and began to cover it up. Then Matt paused and began to look around as though he’d sensed her presence. She woke up at that point only to discover something even stranger.
The first thing she noticed was how cold she felt. As she became more awake and aware, Emma noticed that with the faint light coming in through the window she could see her breath in the air. Then something touched her face.
She reached over to flick on the light on her night table and realized with a start that it was in fact snowing in her room. Given that a quarter inch dusting had fallen all over her room and her things it had been snowing for quite some time. Startled, she screamed for her Emma and grandmother who came running with several crashes.
The experienced Witch could detect nothing hostile or out of the ordinary about the indoor snowstorm. Which in and of itself was strange. Emma was resettled back down in the living room and grandma warded her bedroom, locked the door and went back to bed, content to clean up the mess in the morning.
A few hours later though, Emma woke with a start, realizing she was quite wet. Thunder rumbled overhead as a storm cloud had gathered at her living room ceiling. Lightning flickered here and there among the miniature thunderheads and as she lay there in amazement, hail began to fall along with the rain.
She summoned her grandmother again. The older Witch was able to dismiss the storm easily, but the rain and hail turned into ectoplasmic slime after only a few seconds drenching everything in a thin layer of goo. For lack of a better idea what to do with the child, she relocated Emma to the bathroom, put a circle of protection around her specifically, warded the room and went back downstairs to deal with the cleanup.
Emma was not the only one to have strange dreams and happenings that evening. Matthew Marblewin also had a dream. In his dream he was standing outside of a poorly kept ranch house. A partially disassembled motorcycle decorated the overgrown lawn and a thick necked Rottweiler slept on the front steps.
From a first person perspective he saw himself pull on some sort of mask. He then saw himself throw something to the Rottweiler on which the dog began chewing contentedly. Matt had never done anything close to breaking and entering before but he then found himself breaking into the house. Inside, he checked the bedroom seeing an older looking man with a woman in bed, sleeping.