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gently bat the spider to the floor.
    She did as Luke suggested. Sara didn’t take her eyes off of her as Vicky gently batted the spider to the floor and let out a relieved breath. Okay, it’s on the floor.
    Good. Now, check around and see if you see a nest of them somewhere.
    Vicky investigated under her desk and up on the ceiling, turning her head to scan the aisles on both sides of her desk. “I don’t see anything.”
    It’s witchcraft, Luke growled in her head.
    What?
    Black magic
    But, Sara seems just as afraid of the spiders as I am .
    She may be good at hiding it, or there may be a different culprit .
    Well, if it’s not Sara, then who can it be?
    I don’t know. No one here knows you well enough to be setting you up. Do they?

    I’ve never seen anyone at this school in my life, at least that I remember. But someone knew that I was coming. Sara said so yesterday.
    You may have to find out from Sara just where she got her information.
    You don’t really think that she’s going to volunteer that information, do you?
    Probably not.
    Great .
    Take a look around and see if anyone is giving you any strange looks .
    Luke, after this morning, everyone is giving me strange looks.
    Then just peek to see if anyone is giving you a smug look. They should be pretty happy with themselves right now, since you’ve been getting into trouble.
    Okay, I’ll look . She pressed her lips together into a thin line, turning her head to stare around the class. No one seemed to be paying any attention to her except Sara, and she was paying attention in a worried way. Vicky noted the pen on her desk, staring hard. It seemed like every time she picked up that pen, another spider made an appearance. Luke, you know more about black magic than I do. Can an object be cursed?
    Yes, why?
    Every time I pick up that pen to write, another spider appears from thin air.
    Where did you get the pen ?
    I took it out of my bag, why?
    Is it yours?
    She shrugged. It’s just a generic pen. I have a whole bag of them at home that look just like it.
    How many did you bring with you to school today?
    Two I always have two in case I lose one, or it runs out of ink.
    Don’t be obvious, but check your bag.
    Vicky picked up her bag, and shuffling through it, she pulled out two more pens.
    I have two more pens in my purse.
    Carefully pick the pen up and place it on the floor next to your desk. Be prepared for another spider, just in case. The cleaning people will sweep it up tonight.

    Vicky allowed it to roll off the desk, hitting the floor. Sara looked down at the pen on the floor and then back at Vicky. She shrugged, reaching for the object until Vicky placed her hand on her arm to stop her. Sara glared at her hand, yanking her arm back. Vicky shook her head no, motioning with her eyes to the pen on the floor. Three more spiders scurried away from it. Sara’s eyes grew wide.
    It was the pen.
    Okay, how did it get in your bag ?
    That’s the million dollar question.
    Who have you been close to today?
    Well, there was Father Turner, Chuck, and Sara—but she genuinely seems confused by all this. Then, of course, you, and I’m pretty sure you’re not a witch.
    Everybody’s suspect until we get to the bottom of this.
    Even you?
    He chuckled softly. You can hear my thoughts. Do you think I’m a witch?
    No, of course not, I would trust you with my life, and I have actually done that.
    Has anything happened in the last few minutes?
    She glanced at the pen on the floor and then around the room, studying the faces of the other students. No, everything seems normal, for now .
    I’ll see you at lunch, then.
    Lunch sounds good.

Chapter Eight
    Vicky walked into her next class, taking her seat next to Rachael. She smiled brightly. “Hi, how are you today?”
    Rachael looked away, shrugging. “I saw you.”
    Vicky raised an eyebrow. “You saw me? What did you see?”
    Rachael stared at the floor. “Everything.”
    “You’re going to have to tell me what exactly