Magic and Mayhem: Sh*t My Witch Says (Kindle Worlds Novella) (Witches Gone Wild Book 1) by Michele Bardsley

Author:Michele Bardsley [Bardsley, Michele]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2016-06-19T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Six

When Immie entered the bedroom, she saw Dorcas floating at the top of the room. She was horizontal, her nose an inch away from the ceiling, staring at the big planks that created the roof of the cabin. She was dressed Puritan all the way, even with the buckle shoes and her hair neatly tucked into her plain white bonnet.

“Dorcas?”

The ghost slowly rolled until she faced the floor. Immie stepped underneath the sullen spirit so she could make eye contact. “Are you all right?”

What do you care? I’m a curse. A crazy witch. A ghost that should be sliced off you like an unwanted wart.

Immie couldn’t deny any of those comments, but she wasn’t entirely heartless. “Aren’t you tired of being transferred person to person with no choice about whom you’re with or where you can go?”

It’s not how I expected to spend my afterlife. But it’s better than going off to wherever misunderstood witches go. I’m terrified of what’s on the other side.

This was the first time Dorcas and Immie had had a real conversation. Most of their interactions involved yelling and throwing things. It had never occurred to Immie that Dorcas might feel scared or lonely. She wondered if any of her ancestors had cared about Dorcas. Was it even possible to have empathy for a contentious asshat? Or had Dorcas’ own fear and bitterness crafted her into a ghost who’d rather be hated than rejected?

Those kids got to me. And they made fun of my hoo-ha. It’s not like we had wax or lasers to tame the wilds down there back in the day.

Immie cautiously wondered if this was a Dorcas trick. She’d fall for this sympathetic version and then get water dumped on her or tormented with atrocious singing until she wanted to rip off her own ears.

Four hundred years gave a witch-ghost a long time to learn how to do certain things. While Dorcas could change clothes and hairstyles easily, she’d hadn’t quite learned how to re-craft her body. When she went on her naked sprees, she did it full-old-lady-style.

How did they make my clothes disappear? I mean, they’re just witchlings. And they’re not Hobbs relatives, either. They shouldn’t be able to see me.

“That is strange.” Immie frowned. It would be just like Dorcas to get naked and toss the blame at children. On the other hand, the woman seemed genuinely perplexed about the whole incident. “You’re saying the twins undressed you?”

Well, I didn’t do it.

“Why would they?”

How am I supposed to know? Maybe they just like humiliating the elderly. This is why I didn’t have witchlings of my own.

Immie rolled her eyes. She’d read everything possible about Dorcas Hoar and the Salem Witch Trials, mostly hoping to find a way out of the curse. Dorcas liked to forget she once had a husband and daughter. “You had a child, remember?”

Oh yeah. Her. The ghost waved her hand in front of her nose as if something smelled rotten. Those two little girls look innocent enough, but they’re evil.

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