Yesterday, I received a mysterious letter in the mail. First off, that was odd because most letters arrive by fireplace these days. Secondly, the writing on the front of the envelope was in my own personal code I had created in the tenth grade to avoid my parents reading my witchy stuff.
It had been an early Tuesday morning when I found it in the mailbox. My familiar, Toby, a gigantic brown tabby cat, had been sitting and meowing at the box when I had returned from the garden. I had been out checking on my plants because of the rainstorm the night before.
With muddy boots and tearing off muddy gloves, I opened the box, thinking an animal or something was trapped in it and was surprised to find the letter.
Now I sit in my living room the next day, my good friend Theo examining the letter.
"Do you think it's cursed?" I asked, crushing herbs in a little stone crusher casually.
Theo shrugged as she carefully flipped over the letter with a long fingernail. "Could be, but I'm not feeling anything. Must be a strong curse if there is one."
"Well, couldn't Jenny check it?" I asked, adding more herds to my mix and crushing them.
Theo shook her head. "Jenny is home sick, a lot of my hampsters are right now, if I didn't leave them with my mom in the U.S." She reached into her pocket and brought out a mustered yellow frog. "But Harold says he would like to try."
I rolled my eyes. Theo had an insane amount of familiars, four cats, a dozen hamsters and snakes, and apparently, a frog. I only had Toby and that was definitely enough for me, but Theo had always been obsessed with animals, even before we found we were withes.
Theo placed her familiar on the letter and the frog instantly did the circle thing that my cat would do and settled down, as if he were about to take a nap.
"Well," Theo shrugged. "He likes it, he's not dead or freaking out or anything."
Toby began bonking his head against my legs and I set aside my herbs, leaning down and scooping up the cat.
"I guess we open it," I say, rubbing Toby between the ears.
"I'll do it!" Theo said in a sing-song voice, eagerly picking up the letter and nearly dropping her for on its head as she did.
I just sighed and righted Harold on the table with a gentle finger as Theo eagerly ripped open the letter.
I didn't show it but I felt almost as eager as Theo seemed to be to see what was inside. It wasn't every day I got mail, let alone a mysterious letter.
Theo frowned as she turned and showed me the open envelope.
It had looked and felt packed with paper just earlier but now it was empty.
"Crap," I muttered. "We just let a spirit loose in my house didn't we." Not really a question, I already knew it was true. Spirits had their ways of getting into witch homes if they really wanted to, it was the only explanation really.
Theo nodded, eyes big with excitement. "And if we are lucky it's a negative spirit!" She cried eagerly, dropping the envelope to the table and scooping up Harold as the frog made a disgruntled sound. "C'mon! Let's go ghost hunting!"
And she darted down the hallway to where I kept my spirit catching things, I a step behind her with an exasperated but happy sigh. I actually did miss spirit catching a little and Theo was back from the U.S. This would be fun even if it would be dangerous.
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