Subj: Something Wicked chapter 8
Date: 7/10/00 8:45:17 AM Central Daylight Time
From: Julianka
Willie's mind raced. A couple of years back, when Angelique was posing as Cassandra. Another ghost had come to trouble them at the Old House. Reverend Trask looking for revenge against Barnabas for walling him up in the Old House basement. Julia had successfully turned Trask's ghost from trying to destroy Barnabas to instead going after the one who had caused all the trouble at Collinwood to begin with, Angelique. Trask's bones were still walled up in the basement. Without taking the time to think about his decision, Willie raced down the basement stairs. If he stopped to think about it, he knew he would never have the courage to carry out his plan.
Standing in front of the bricks, where Trask was walled up, Willie spoke aloud. Speaking in a manner that he had heard Barnabas and Julia use when dealing with the supernatural.
"You, who in life was a man of god, answer my call. There is a being from beyond the grave come to destroy people, who are trying to live decent lifes. This dead man, who mocks all that is holy, seeks revenge against the living."
Willie felt a force slam into his back and found himself laying face down in the dust of the basement floor. Turning onto his back, he looked up into the face of Jason's rage.
"Just what are you trying to do Willie?" screamed Jason. "I told you there is nothing you can do to stop me! I will have my revenge!"
Willie gasped looking passed Jason at a tiny golden light that was forming in the far corner of the basement room. Jason spun around, seeing the light and demanded over his shoulder to Willie.
"What demon have you called up now, Willie you idiot!"
Willie didn't answer, as he was focusing all his attention on the little golden light. A golden glow that was taking the form of Sarah Collins! Barnabas' little sister!"
"Ha! A little girl! You think a little girl can put me back in the grave?" laughed Jason.
The ghost of Sarah stepped forward.
"I saw what happened to you here in this room Jason McGuire. My brother killed you for seeing him in his coffin. That can't be changed. No matter what you do or how many people you hurt or scare. That is past. Your life is over. You must move on now. Move on and redeem yourself, for your wicked life."
"I'll not move on. I will stay here and make Barnabas, Willie and the others pay!" thundered Jason.
"That won't be allowed Mr. McGuire." answered Sarah.
"Won't be allowed! Who will stop me? You? A poor little ghost like you? I doubt you will stop me." sneered Jason.
"I am not alone, Mr. McGuire. I am here to keep watch over my brother, but I am not alone in this task." Sarah beckoned to the shadows. The shadows sifted behind her, from them stepped other ghosts. Behind Sarah the ghosts of Josette, Josha, Namoi, Ben Stokes, Jeremiah, Abigal and even Reverend Trask appeared.
"My family sleeps restlessly in their graves, Mr. McGuire. They rest until they are needed and must be called forth to protect the living."
"Come with us now and we will help you. Fight against us and we will take you by force. You cannot stay in this realm of the living. It is time to face your maker." intoned Reverend Trask.
"Come.....Come. Follow us." spoke the spirits in one voice.
"No!" squealed Jason, backing across the room. "Stay away!"
Jason entreated Willie, "Help me! I don't want to go!"
"Jason, don't be afraid." Willie soothed. "They don't want to hurt you. Go with them. You have suffered in the blackness long enough. Go to the light. Forgive and maybe you will be forgiven. Remember a long time ago, when you told me about your mother? Remember what you said about the day she died? You said she was happy at the end, because she saw your father holding out his arms to her, waiting to bring her home."
"Yes. I remember." sobbed Jason. Shoulders heaving, Jason held out his hands. The ghosts moved forward, some taking Jason's hands, others merely clustered close to him.
"Come and be at peace." The voices swirled around Jason.
With a sigh Jason and the spirits disappeared. All except Sarah. Sarah approached Willie, where he lay on the floor.
"Don't be afraid Willie." she said as she patted his hand. "You have helped and protected those weaker then yourself. You returned good for evil. Because of this you have redeemed yourself in many ways. If you ever need my help, call to me. I will always answer."
The little ghost faded away. And Willie was alone again. All of the fear and anxiety dropped away leaving him feeling comforted and at peace.
The end