Earth

by Shauna Granger

“Whether or not it’s a group of adults or kids it doesn’t really matter, this is serious. They have killed animals twice that we know of and we are asking for any information from anyone who may be able to lead us to these individuals before they progress to more serious acts of violence.” The officer’s face looked almost gray.

  “Are you saying, sir, that you believe these individuals would possibly move on to murdering people?” You could hear the saliva building in the reporter’s voice.

  “We wouldn’t want to speculate or accuse anyone of that, but the fact is that they are slaughtering animals and that is enough to raise concern.” The officer was backpedaling; his monotone voice suddenly had a different quality to it, almost fear. “Thank you, I think that’ll be all.” The officer stepped quickly away from the reporter before she could stop him with another question.

  “Well, there you have it, adults or children, the local police department is at a loss and obviously concerned. If you have any information leading to the detainment of these individuals please call your local police department.” They cut back to the newsroom and the local weather report detailing another week of clouds, wind, rain and below average temperatures. I went back into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I snatched up my cell phone once back in my room and hit the speed dial.

  “Hello?” A groggy voice picked up.

  “Steven! How can you still be sleeping! Have you seen the news?” My voice was an octave higher than normal.

  “If I’m still sleeping, how could I have seen the news?” his voice was muffled. I had the mental image of him talking into his pillow.

  “There was another ritual last night!”

  “What?” He’d come out of the pillows.

  “Yeah, well, they could only find some animal blood and chicken feathers this time, but it was really close to the same place as Friday night.”

  “A second ritual so quickly?” he sounded as confused as I felt.

  “Well, they think they only got interrupted when they were cleaning up this time, so maybe they got interrupted the first time before they could finish, so they did it again last night and got through the whole thing.” I speculated. It did sound plausible; risky, but plausible.

  “What ritual is so important that they’d risk doing it two nights in a row?”

  “I don’t know, but that can’t be a good thing…” my voice was distant to me, like a fading echo. “Hey, is Jodi feeling any better?”

  “What?”

  “Oh, she cancelled last night, too, because she was sick from the game. I figured you’d know.”

  “Oh, well if Jay was there she wouldn’t be calling me, distracted yanno.” I could hear his grin in his voice.

  “Yeah, well, listen, I’m gonna jump in the shower. Call her and see if she’s better, we need to go see Deb and talk about this.”

  “Yeah, see ya in an hour or so?” Steven asked through a yawn.

  “Yeah, or so.” We both hung up and I hurried to the bathroom, calling out to my parents that I was getting into the shower to keep them from running the water while I was in there.

  I rushed through blow drying my hair, not wanting to go out in the cold with wet hair, but i didn’t bother with make-up. I threw on a pair of jeans, a sweater, a pair of boots and my coat and scarf before rushing out of the house. I called out to my parents again that I was going shopping at the mall for the day, slamming my door on the way out, cutting off my parents’ goodbyes.

  We walked into a very crowded Oak, Ash and Thorn. Jodi had made it out with us after hearing the news reports herself. She was mainly suffering from the sniffles now, but we stowed her away in the backseat to keep her from breathing on either one of us. I wasn’t entirely surprised to see so many people crammed into the tiny store after the coverage the animal slaughtering and supposed Satanic cult was getting on the news; superstitious people come out in droves when something like that happens.

  We waded through the press of hot bodies, looking blindly for the counter. I saw the usually full basket of sage bundles was empty except for a few stray leaves and broken thread. The amulets that hung from the necklace display were picked over and only a few still hung there. The crystal display was depleted, with fragments and dust from broken stones littering the carpet at the shelves. It was like a hospital waiting room when a meat recall hit the news. People went freaking nuts.

  I felt Steven grab my left hand and I knew that Jodi was holding on to his right, making a chain out of the three of us as we pushed through the crowd. Ugh! There are so many people touching me! Steven’s bright red thoughts hissed in our minds. I didn’t blame him though. I, too, had a problem with this many people popping my personal bubble, but what could we do?

  This has got to be a fire code violation. How the hell can this many people fit in here and not break something? Even Jodi’s thoughts sounded a little congested.

  I don’t know… I gave a mental sigh with my response. How are we gonna talk to Deb privately about this with all these people around?

  Seriously. Steven responded, sounding as annoyed as I was. I didn’t blame the people for being scared. After hearing the stupid police officer allude to the possible attack on people, there was bound to be chaos. I was sure that the Christian bookstores in the county were being ravaged just the same.

  Hey, I see her! I told the other two. Really, in a store this small the front counter was only about ten feet from the door, but, with twice the capacity of people inside, it felt like miles.

  “Hey! Deb!” I called out to her, standing on my toes and waving my free arm over the heads of the people in my way. Deb was trying to explain the differences between two amulets to a bitty old lady who didn’t seem like she could hear all that well, even in the quietest of rooms. Deb obviously hadn’t heard me. “Deb!” I called to no avail. I gripped Steven’s hand a little tighter, Ok, one, two, three!

  “Deb!” the three of us called out in unison. Deb’s head snapped up immediately and the ten or twenty people around us went quiet and turned to stare at us. We all stared resolutely ahead, right at Deb, refusing to acknowledge their admonishing stares. I tried to convey a look of urgency on my face and, luckily, she seemed to understand.

  She nodded ever so slightly and then grabbed a poor part-time employee who didn’t do too well with crowds and pushed him in front of the customer she was trying to help. Deb pointed to the back room where they gave tarot card and palm readings and shuffled along behind the counter, making her way there much easier than we were going to.

  I gripped Steven’s hand tightly and pulled. He did the same to Jodi. I turned my body and led with my right shoulder and just started pushing. I heard the grumbling of some of the customers, but I ignored them, continuing to cut a path to the back of the store. In less time than it took us to get close to the counter, we were stepping through the door that Deb held open to us.

  “And why do a group of children get special attention over the rest of us?” An angry middle-aged woman demanded of Deb when she started to pull the door closed.

  “Because, ma’am, they have an appointment. If you had an appointment for a reading, I would be stepping away to help you as well. There is nothing special about this.” Deb always sounded sweet, even when she was talking down to someone. The woman tilted her chin up, not fooled by the tone, and turned back to her friends.

  As soon as I got inside and Deb finally pulled the door shut, I doubled over, grabbing the table for support. I took deep, fast breaths, expelling the noxious air that I had to breathe with all those bodies. It had almost been too much for me, like holding your breath underwater when the water is swirling violently around you.

  “Too many…” I managed to gasp, cradling my stomach with one arm. Deb walked over to me, Steven and Jodi standing out of the way; she placed her hands just over my shoulders, but not touching me. It felt like she had slid her hands under the collar of my coat, but I knew she hadn’t. She curled her hands around something and pulled swiftly awa
y from me, like pulling a tablecloth off of a table. A gust of wind rushed through the room with her flourish; she whispered something and then threw her hands into the air, opening her fists.

  I took one long, deep breath and felt a hundred pounds lighter. “Thank you,” I moaned and fell into a chair, my shoulders sagging with relief. Another time where being an Empath totally sucked. When caught up in a situation with enough adrenaline you could ignore pain and fatigue, but once you get out of it, it all catches up to you and that’s exactly what was happening to me now.

  “Any time,” she smiled at me and took a seat on the other side of the table and motioned for the other two to sit with us. “I don’t know why this always happens. Those people out there try to pretend this store doesn’t even exist most of the time, but give them a good demonic scare and we’re more valuable than their pastors or priests.”

  “It’s stupid really,” Steven’s usual bright face looked gray and moody.

  “It really is,” I agreed. “They can buy all the amulets, crystals, and sage that they want, but if they don’t believe in them, they’ll do them no good.”

  “Well, at least it’ll do something for our revenue. So, kiddies, I take it that’s why you’ve come?” Deb looked so calm and relaxed, it seemed out of place in the maelstrom of people outside.

  “Yeah. Do you know anything, or heard anything?” I sat up straighter as I asked, Steven and Jodi following my lead.

  “Well, no one is sure who it might be, but people are saying that they’re new people, not anyone who’s been working up to this.” Deb stood and walked over to a table against the wall where a coffee pot with hot water was sitting and started to make us some tea.

  “Wouldn’t we have noticed if new people moved into town?” Steven asked, putting special emphasis on the word since we all knew she was referring to individuals who performed magic or had special powers.

  “Haven’t you?” Deb turned, one cup of tea in her hand and walked it over to Jodi. “Here, this’ll fix you right up.”

  “Thanks,” Jodi smiled a tired smile and cupped her hands around the mug, breathing in the steam. Deb was a healer; she could feel sickness and injuries like I could feel emotions. She knew exactly what Jodi needed without hearing a list of her symptoms.

  “What do you mean?” Steven asked, accepting the cup of Green tea from Deb after I took mine.

  “Honey, you three are better than that. What’s the temperature today?” Deb asked, stirring her cup idly.

  “I heard it’s like around 48 today,” I answered.

  “Well?” Deb prompted.

  “You think the people slaughtering the animals are the same people causing the weather change?”

  “Honey, when you mess with the dark arts, you throw everything out of balance,” Deb paused to sip her tea. “So, you throw everything out of balance and nature is going to respond.”

  “What is wrong with me?” I was staring blindly ahead. Why hadn’t I thought of that?

  “Well, honey, don’t beat yourself up. After all, it’s not like it’s July or anything. It is pretty close to winter, so people just figured it’s the whole global warming thing throwing the seasons outta whack.” Deb shrugged as if our misperception was no big deal, but it bothered me, just as I knew it bothered the other two.

  “Ok, so, new people, what else? I mean, does anyone believe the possible human sacrifice that idiot cop mentioned?” I set my cup down, scooting to the edge of my seat. Deb took a moment before responding, not looking at any of us.

  “Well…” she started after what felt like an eternity.

  “Yes?” the three of us said in unison.

  “Some of us have been casting for answers and well…” Her brows knitted together, like she was searching for the right words. “It’s like looking into a black hole.”

  “What?” Steven asked before I could.

  “We can’t see them.” She finally looked at us, but her gaze lingered on me the longest, as if willing me to understand. “We get close to where they are or what their intentions are and then it’s like someone switches off a light, they’re just gone.”

  “Oh that’s just great!” It was like my emotions were right at the surface these days and I was having a hard time holding them back.

  “What?” Steven and Jodi asked together.

  “That means they aren’t freaking amateurs. They aren’t stupid wannabe Goth kids trying to piss off their parents! They know what they’re doing. They’re good enough to block out a county’s worth of witches!” I was standing now, slamming my fist on the table, and I couldn’t even remember when I had stood up. Deb nodded in agreement before taking another sip. Steven and Jodi had lost a little color from their faces, looking back and forth from Deb and me.

  “Well, now, just because they’re good doesn’t mean they aren’t kids,” Deb corrected.

  “What?” Steven asked again.

  “Look at the three of you. People call you kids and you’re three of the best I’ve ever known.” That was a huge compliment coming from her.

  “Oh good, well, let’s not try to narrow down the list of suspects or anything,” Steven said sarcastically.

  “Ok, so new people, screwing with nature, probably just gonna get worse, may or may not be kids,” I listed off a little angrily. “Anything else?”

  “Well, there is the general consensus that it’s all male energy that we’re getting.” Deb said carefully.

  “Wait, if you can’t see them, how do you know that?” Steven was leaning over the table now.

  “We have someone on the inside in the sheriff’s department. She’s let us know exactly where the crime scenes are and people have been investigating the residual energy there and everyone agrees it’s probably all men.”

  “Wait! How come we don’t know where this is happening?” I demanded.

  “Because I don’t want the three of you charging in like the Three Musketeers gone to save the day!” Deb sounded very much like a mother just then.

  “But we could be helping!” Jodi finally interjected. I could hear her voice was stronger and she hadn’t sniffed in over five minutes.

  “No.” Deb’s voice held a tone of finality. “We don’t know how many people are doing this and, while you three are very, very good, you’re not going to risk your lives over this.”

  “But Deb, you said yourself your coven hasn’t been able to do anything,” Steven said. “We don’t use Wiccan magic, maybe we can figure this out.”

  “No,” she said again, shaking her head. “You may not be your average kids, but you are still minors. You can’t expect me to just stand by and watch you guys risk your lives.” We all stiffened at that; Deb wasn’t our mother no matter how maternal she was and we couldn’t help but feel a little offended at her telling us what we could or couldn’t do.

  “Deb,” Jodi started, but I shook my head at her to stop when Deb looked towards her.

  “Ok, fine, Deb, you win today,” I said, pushing my chair back under the table. “But will you keep us informed if you hear anything else? Even the smallest thing? Every one needs to be watching out for this.”

  “Of course, Shayna, of course.” Deb watched my face for a moment, a crease forming between her eyes. I could feel her anxiety rolling off of her – she didn’t believe we would stay out of this, but she also knew there was little she could do to stop us. We all stood to leave, Deb hugging us each in turn. She hugged me a little longer, lending me energy and power to reinforce my shields to get through the molten mass of people on the other side of the door. “Please,” she whispered to all three of us, holding my hands, “Please, be careful.”

  We drove straight to my house after leaving Deb and the mob. Jodi called Jay on her cell canceling their lunch date and rearranging for a dinner later in the evening. We stopped inside to be polite, letting my parents know we were there before stealing some food and drinks and making our way out to the tree house. After opening the windows and pulling the food up on
the rope we had attached on the inside, I pulled a map of the county out of my storage box and grabbed an amethyst pendulum that was hanging on the wall.

  We spread the map out between us and found Ojai. I let the pendulum hang loosely from my right hand. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I forced myself to not think of the point of the crystal and stared blankly at the map. Jodi and Steven were sitting back on their heels watching expectantly as the crystal circled slowly over the map. We were concentrating on the idea of finding the location the slaughtering had occurred. The crystal started making smaller and smaller circles, pulling harder and harder on my hand. Dowsing with a pendulum is a delicate balancing act of letting the pendulum guide you without compromising it by directing it with your own intentions.

  Suddenly, like an arrow shot from a bow, the point of the crystal came to a stop on a spot on the map in a wooded area of a public park. It was far off of the marked trail for hikers and the markings on the map indicated it was probably very hilly there. “Wow, that’s like a mile off of the trail,” Jodi commented.

  “Well, if you don’t want to get caught…” Steven said.

  “Still got caught. Twice.” Jodi corrected him.

  “You know…” I started, rubbing my chin with my free hand.

  “What?” Jodi prompted.

  “Well, it could’ve been an animal that interrupted them, but then again, if they’re new to the area like Deb said, then maybe…” I chewed the inside of my lip thinking about what I was saying.

  “Maybe they aren’t picking well concealed spots?” Jodi finished for me.

  “Yeah.”

  “That’s totally possible,” Steven agreed. “But then, if they’re careless enough not to pick well concealed spots, then who knows what they’re doing up there.”

  “We don’t exactly pick concealed spots,” Jodi said, looking back and forth between Steven and me.

  “But we’re careful!” Steven protested.

  “Even still, we cast on the beach and in open fields!” Jodi continued, her voice rising a little.