said.
"Well that's a first. What happened next?"
"Well and then I did the spell, and said it a bunch of times and it was sort of working, and then I kind of touched the ghost and did the spell and I felt, I don't know, it was like a pulse of energy, and the ghost just disappeared. Dispersed. That's it."
"The fool's lost her wits," Thomas declared from his desk.
"Did the ghost say anything?" Henrietta asked, looking completely perplexed by my story.
"Well he did say he wasn't a ghost. But I just assumed he was lying."
"Well what was he?"
"How the hell should I know, I didn't think ghosts even existed an hour ago."
Henrietta turned and walked towards Thomas, "what do you think?" she said to Thomas. The alarm in her voice was really getting to me. If I had known this was going to turn into such a big deal I never would have come back.
"I had a bad feeling about her from the beginning. Shouldn't have hired her. Too late to do anything now though, just need to accept our fate."
"What fate," I said, "what's happening here?"
Henrietta turned back to me, "Gabriel is coming, and in his corporeal form too."
I was so tired of all this supernatural crap that I didn't understand. "I have no idea who that is or what that means."
"Death is coming you fool," Thomas yelled, "Death!"
"Gabriel is the angel of death," Henrietta added in a quieter voice.
Gabriel the archangel was coming, the same one from Sunday School. So much for being an atheist. An hour ago I would have laughed out loud at the idea that angels could be real, but if witches and ghosts were real, then why not angels too? "Well what's he going to do?"
Henrietta just gave me a worried look.
"I just dispersed some guy, that's not some giant supernatural crime is it?" What the hell had I done? What had I gotten myself in to? Ghosts and angels and witches, I wanted to just go back to being a college student, that was challenging enough.
"What you described doing isn't a dispersal spell dear," Henrietta said, "at least not one that I've ever heard of. I cant say for certain what you did, or who you did it to."
"But I just said the spell like you told me, hoc loco spiritus. Right?"
Henrietta just shrugged, "that is the dispersion spell dear, but the effect you described is something entirely different."
"Well should I just run for it?" Maybe the other two employees had had the right idea, whatever Thomas wanted to say about them.
Henrietta shook her head, "oh no that wouldn't be wise, if Gabriel wants you he will find you eventually, there's nowhere to hide. When he gets here you don't say anything, you just let me do the talking. I will try to reason with him. That goes for you too Thomas," she looked at her husband.
"If that bastard's going to kill me then I'm going to give him a piece of my mind first," Thomas said.
"Is that so?" a man's soft voice said behind me. I jumped and whirled around. Henrietta yelled. Thomas cursed. In the corner of the room a man was materializing in to being, like something right out of Star Trek.
"Welcome your lordship," Henrietta said, and did a full on curtsy. I thought about doing my own curtsy but figured I would just embarrass myself, so I settled for just standing there and trying to look contrite and respectful.
The man solidified and I recognized him immediately. He was the ghost I had dispersed. My stomach dropped away. The ghost, no Gabriel, had been furious when I dispersed him, and I knew instantly this wasn't going to end well. I thought about it for half a second, then figured to hell with it and I ran for it, made a beeline for the door. If it was a choice between dying where I was standing versus dying when Gabriel finally caught up to me then I would take the extra time. But just a few feet from the door I ran in to what I could only describe as a wall of air. I was sure there was nothing there, but I might as well have run in to concrete. After I had done some groaning and some checking myself for any broken
"Well that's a first. What happened next?"
"Well and then I did the spell, and said it a bunch of times and it was sort of working, and then I kind of touched the ghost and did the spell and I felt, I don't know, it was like a pulse of energy, and the ghost just disappeared. Dispersed. That's it."
"The fool's lost her wits," Thomas declared from his desk.
"Did the ghost say anything?" Henrietta asked, looking completely perplexed by my story.
"Well he did say he wasn't a ghost. But I just assumed he was lying."
"Well what was he?"
"How the hell should I know, I didn't think ghosts even existed an hour ago."
Henrietta turned and walked towards Thomas, "what do you think?" she said to Thomas. The alarm in her voice was really getting to me. If I had known this was going to turn into such a big deal I never would have come back.
"I had a bad feeling about her from the beginning. Shouldn't have hired her. Too late to do anything now though, just need to accept our fate."
"What fate," I said, "what's happening here?"
Henrietta turned back to me, "Gabriel is coming, and in his corporeal form too."
I was so tired of all this supernatural crap that I didn't understand. "I have no idea who that is or what that means."
"Death is coming you fool," Thomas yelled, "Death!"
"Gabriel is the angel of death," Henrietta added in a quieter voice.
Gabriel the archangel was coming, the same one from Sunday School. So much for being an atheist. An hour ago I would have laughed out loud at the idea that angels could be real, but if witches and ghosts were real, then why not angels too? "Well what's he going to do?"
Henrietta just gave me a worried look.
"I just dispersed some guy, that's not some giant supernatural crime is it?" What the hell had I done? What had I gotten myself in to? Ghosts and angels and witches, I wanted to just go back to being a college student, that was challenging enough.
"What you described doing isn't a dispersal spell dear," Henrietta said, "at least not one that I've ever heard of. I cant say for certain what you did, or who you did it to."
"But I just said the spell like you told me, hoc loco spiritus. Right?"
Henrietta just shrugged, "that is the dispersion spell dear, but the effect you described is something entirely different."
"Well should I just run for it?" Maybe the other two employees had had the right idea, whatever Thomas wanted to say about them.
Henrietta shook her head, "oh no that wouldn't be wise, if Gabriel wants you he will find you eventually, there's nowhere to hide. When he gets here you don't say anything, you just let me do the talking. I will try to reason with him. That goes for you too Thomas," she looked at her husband.
"If that bastard's going to kill me then I'm going to give him a piece of my mind first," Thomas said.
"Is that so?" a man's soft voice said behind me. I jumped and whirled around. Henrietta yelled. Thomas cursed. In the corner of the room a man was materializing in to being, like something right out of Star Trek.
"Welcome your lordship," Henrietta said, and did a full on curtsy. I thought about doing my own curtsy but figured I would just embarrass myself, so I settled for just standing there and trying to look contrite and respectful.
The man solidified and I recognized him immediately. He was the ghost I had dispersed. My stomach dropped away. The ghost, no Gabriel, had been furious when I dispersed him, and I knew instantly this wasn't going to end well. I thought about it for half a second, then figured to hell with it and I ran for it, made a beeline for the door. If it was a choice between dying where I was standing versus dying when Gabriel finally caught up to me then I would take the extra time. But just a few feet from the door I ran in to what I could only describe as a wall of air. I was sure there was nothing there, but I might as well have run in to concrete. After I had done some groaning and some checking myself for any broken
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