Sapphic Voices Horror
Ghost Writer
Part One
by Crow"> and Laesë (L.M. Townsend)
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Copyright © by Crow"> and Laesë (L.M. Townsend), October 31, 2001
Disclaimers: This Story portrays Women in love, and yes, physically loving each other, (in other words,
“THERE’S SEX HERE!!!!!”) so if you’re squeamish about that sort of thing, you may want to avoid this Story. That's
about it - although it touches on one of the most heinous and violent times in history, the Burning Times when
"witches" were tortured and brutally murdered, all (technically, anyway) in the name of a gentle carpenter
from Nazareth. (Who, from all accounts, would have denounced such behaviour vehemently. I have no quarrel with
him, just those who use the power of his name to cause harm) Still, there are no graphically violent scenes described
in this Story. Oh, yeah - there is wee four-letter word or two in here. <G>
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It's going to be another long night here in my dark lonely corner. So many faces, so many different stories. I’ve
grown tired of listening to their woes of unhappy lives outside this place. So now I just sit and watch. Every
night for as long as I can remember I would sit in the same spot, my spot, and just watch people come and go. My
eyes this night however caught the glimpse of a young woman walking through the door. Something about her didn't
quite fit here. She looked pure or something, maybe too innocent for the likes of this place. I stood up and decided
to get a closer look. Our eyes locked onto each other's and I just stood there feeling a fire igniting deep inside
of me. A fire that I haven't felt in such a long time.
Her hair hung down over her shoulders as if she were draped in a golden fleece and her eyes--like pools of cool
water. I felt a charge, a current running through me, waking up every nerve ending. Suddenly her eyes shifted to
a group of women walking her way. She looked so happy to see them. I knew she did not belong here. She was just
here to meet friends. Probably an after work get together. I slithered back into the dark corner that gave me so
much comfort. Then I remembered. How could she see me? No one else can.
I took a deep breath and walked out into the light of the room. Her eyes found mine again. My heart began to race.
She can see me! I walked over to her, our eyes not losing contact.
"Hi." I spoke. My voice was raspy since I hadn't used it for a while.
She looked at me but said nothing.
Some woman in their group spoke. "Celine?" She called.
"Celine." That was her name. I said as a whisper.
Celine turned to the woman and they started talking. She couldn't see me, after all. My heart dropped. But she
must have felt me. I felt it. The way she looked at me. She had to have seen something, felt something.
I stood behind the group and listened to them talking and laughing and getting more and more inebriated. This is
what I was condemned to do. Walk this place for eternity. But why? What was it that I did that put me here? I began
to feel sorry for myself again. The pity that sat in my stomach began to stir. I stood behind Celine and listened
to her silky voice. I felt such warmth coming from her. Somehow just being near her took away my constant chill.
"It's getting late." Celine said to everyone and no one. "I have to get going." She stood up
and said her good-byes.
"OH PLEASE DON'T GO!" I said as loud as I could knowing that I wouldn't be heard but somehow hoping.
Celine turned her head and looked right at me again. Her head nodded - just a tad, but it was enough.
I swallowed hard as I knew she was "talking" to me. She was inviting me to go with her. I walked with
her towards the door. My heart pounding wildly. I've not been able to pass through the doorway since forever. And
God knows I've tried.
“Celine are you okay?” A woman asked and Celine shook her head slightly.
“Yea, yeah, I kind drifted for a minute. Sorry.” Celine spoke shaking off the dream like state she felt herself
falling into.
As we got to the door I put my hand on her shoulder and closed my eyes. My legs still moving. "Please."
I spoke. The chill ran through me like walking through the snow naked. Then it began to burn-- cold. I opened my
eyes and I was walking though another door. It was warm and soft. The colours were so different from the tavern.
Soft glowing lights illuminated the room. The floor was carpeted with a wool like material. It was pale blue and
I knelt down to touch it. My fingers stroked at the fabric but I could not feel it. I could not feel anything with
my hands or any other part of my body. Only my heart.
"Mrooooww"
I heard a cat.
"Mrrrooooowww."
Oh my goodness a little black cat walked into the room. It began to rub it's face up against my ankles. I could
feel the warmth coming from it's body, filling my heart with happiness. I took in a deep breath; I could not believe
this was happening. Contact with someone after all this time. "THANK YOU TO WHO EVER ALLOWED THIS".
Celine walked into another room and turned on the lights. She sat down at a box that lit up with pictures and music
began to sound from it. Her hands rested on buttons that had letters. It was like the machine that old hag at the
tavern had. I never paid much attention to it but this one here was quite interesting. It had drawings of the most
exotic looking women on it. Celine sat down and began to press down on the buttons. The screen turned white like
canvas. I stood behind her and saw that she was writing and it was writing back to her. It's name was "WitchiePoo."
How strange, I thought. She told it that she went out with some friends even though she wasn't really in the mood
because she wanted to be here with it. It called her "Broomrider" and said it missed her very much and
hoped she had a good time.
Broomrider: "It was okay." Celine typed the words.
WitchiePoo: "Did you meet anyone interesting?" The box typed back.
Broomrider: "I felt a strong presence there. I can't explain it but I
could sense it. I think it was a woman." Celine typed.
This caught me off guard. I didn't expect her to really feel me. I was beginning to wonder how I passed through
the door. But now I knew she did invite me. I looked around then started walking around her house I assumed we
were in, to see if anyone else lived there.
There was one bedroom with a big bed and another box. The face was black. I sat at the chair and looked into the
dark mirror. I could not see myself only the reflections of the room behind me. I put my hands over the letters
and tried to touch them. Taking a deep breath I used all the energy I had to charge the buttons. I remember I used
to move things around the tavern until one day the old hag brought in some people to make me stop. And since I
didn’t want to offend their god I didn’t use the gifts I was given so very long ago. I focused on the box and the
screen suddenly lit up and I was able to see the words I wanted to say.
"Hi Celine." I thought the words one letter at a time.
I stood up and felt a bit dizzy for a second, not having used my powers in so long. Shaking it off I ran to the
other room where Celine was sitting. I saw my words on her screen too.
Celine gasped in a breath. "Who...Who is that writing to me. How do they know my name." She looked at
the screen.
Broomrider: "Who are you?" Celine typed out the words.
I ran back to the bedroom and sat down again. "Who am I?" I spoke out loud. "What do I tell her?"
"I saw you at the tavern tonight and I wanted to say hello." I brought the words onto the screen.
Then I ran back to the other room where she was to see what she said.
"OH FUCK!" Celine grabbed her throat. She stood up went to the window and closed the curtains. "What's
going on?" She said aloud.
I suddenly felt like I did something wrong but I did not know what it was.
Celine sat back down and typed out some more words.
Broomrider: "Witch, get off line so I can call you right now."
She waited for WitchiePoo to respond then she shut down the box and grabbed the telephone.
"Hi Lisa is that you?" Celine spoke into the phone.
"Yeah what's wrong honey." Lisa heard the panic in her friend's voice.
"I don't know, someone. Shit! Someone IM'd me and they knew my real name. No one but you knows that. They
said they saw me at the club tonight."
"Okay sweetheart what was their name?" Lisa asked with a calm voice hoping it would help Celine's panicky
one.
"That's just it, there was no screen name. It just appeared in the instant message box with yours. Did you
see it?" Celine felt her panic begin to rise even more at the thought of someone watching her.
I heard the conversation and realised there was a protocol to this stuff. I should not have done that but I was
so excited that I could communicate with her. I really did not mean to scare her.
"Celine honey, maybe it's someone from work just messing around." Lisa said hoping this was true.
"Well what should I do?" Celine let out a breath of air.
"Okay do you want to go back on-line and find out who it is?" Lisa asked.
"I don't know. Maybe." Celine thought about it. Well if they're on-line then they won't be able to
come in here right? "Okay sign back on and I’ll see you there."
Lisa was curious to find out who was messing with her friend. "Okay, see you in a few."
"Lisa?" Celine spoke calmly.
"Yeah?" Lisa already knew.
"I love you." Celine said.
"Me too, Love, very much." Lisa hung up the phone.
Celine walked over to the kitchen and got a glass of water before returning to the computer.
I sat behind her and waited to see what she was going to do. I saw the name WitchiePoo and now knew it was the
one she spoke with on the talkie thing. I heard the voice of the one called Lisa.
WitchiePoo: Hi Love, you there?
Broomrider: Yea I'm here. I'm okay now. Thanks baby.
WitchiePoo: Tell me what happened at the club?
I stood and read their words to each other and figured that they talk a lot to each other this way. A form of communicating.
How very odd this world has become. I sat in that tavern for such a long time, so many things around me changed.
I'll try again to send my thoughts to Celine. I ran back to the other room. There must be an easier way. I thought
to myself. I decided to bring her words to this box. I sat and focused on what I could see in the other room. Slowly
I became part of the device that held the words inside it.
"Celine please don't be afraid. I did not mean to scare you. I'm sorry." I felt the letters
coming on the screen easier.
Broomrider: Who are you????
Okay if I tell her too soon I’ll scare her and then I don’t know what will happen. Maybe I might end up back at
the tavern. Oh God NO! not there I couldn’t bear it. Who am I…okay. What am I? I was the keeper of the black book.
The list of names that held the lies of who they really were. They never knew that I was one of them. I wrote down
what they told me to, even though I knew it was not truth. I just wrote. That is all I did. I wrote.
“I am a writer of sorts.” The letters came easier.
Broomrider: How come your name does not appear in the IM box?
WitchiePoo: Hon, is that person writing to you now because I can see your message?
Broomrider: Yea, you can’t see them?
WitchiePoo: No, just you.
She needs to see a name to feel better. A name. I can’t tell her my real name, not just yet. Suddenly I heard footsteps
walking toward the room. It was Celine she’s coming in here. I waved my hand over the box and it went to black
again. Then I stood up and went to the corner of the room.
Celine walked in and went to the closet doors. She opened them and reached up on the shelf for some candles and
a jar that held some powder. She brought the items to the table by her bed and lit them.
I heard Celine whisper some words from long ago. How could she know these things? They were the sacred Names of
the Mother. My eyes widened as I saw her take off her sweater. She had the mark on her forearm. I knew that mark
so well I had seen it all my life. OH what have I done? I grabbed at my heart and felt the pain suddenly realising
who she was.
Celine turned back around and headed out to the other room.
WitchiePoo: Sweetie you still there?
Celine saw the screen and sat down. Her fingers swiftly replied.
Broomrider: Yea just went to change and get a little protection. You know what
I mean.
WitchiePoo: Yea Hon, I do. So what does this ghost writer have to say?
Celine laughed out, “Yeah ghost writer is right.”
Broomrider: Nothing yet. I’m still waiting for a reply.
I sat in the other room reading Celine’s words to the other girl. “Ghost writer” I said feeling the name. I like
that. I had no words for her for now. After finding out who she was I decided it’s best to just wait and see why
I came here. Or why she called me to come.
The cat came and jumped up on my lap and began to purr. I tried to pet it with my hands. I closed my eyes and felt
it’s heart I heard the beating and let my own match it’s rhythm. We began to beat as one. How curious ... I
still have a heart beat .... My eyes closed as I felt my self merging with this being.
Suddenly the light burst on and I heard a scream.
“WHAT THE HELLS GOING ON HERE!” Celine yelled out as she saw the computer terminal turned on. She saw her words
on the screen. “That can’t be.”
I jumped up so fast the cat flew up and then down on the floor.
“MMMMRRRRAAAAWWWW!”
Celine felt her heart racing. She held out her hand and spoke. “Ye who are of evil must leave this place!”
“NO PLEASE WAIT I’M NOT EVIL”
Celine took in a breath as she saw the words appear on the computer. “Who are you?” She asked.
I stood back in the corner. What do I do now?
“Are you the one who saw me at the tavern?” Celine had been in many séances before but this was the first
time she’d ever spoken to someone on-line who was…um…not of the living.
“Yes.” I spelled out.
“Okay.” Celine took another deep breath afraid of the answer to her next question. “Where are you now?”
“I’m here with you Celine. I saw the mark you wear and I think that is why I was able to come through the tavern
doors with you.”
“With me? Here in this room?” Celine swallowed.
“Yes.”
Celine clutched at the pentagram she wore around her neck. She had never felt so scared before. A spirit attached
itself to her and came into her home. She always kept a shield up around her house but now she realised that she
must have inadvertently asked it to come. “Okay, um what is it that you want from me?” Celine asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t know why I am here with you. When I saw you at the tavern you were looking at me and I said
hi. When you were leaving I pleaded that you not go. You turned to me and invited me to come with you and I did.”
I was suddenly feeling really tired. I think I used up to much energy. I let myself fall to the floor at the corner
of the room where I was standing. I couldn’t move.
“RING, RING!”
Celine jumped at the sound of the ringing phone. “Oh Fuck!” She turned and grabbed the receiver. “Hello?”
“Hi is everything okay? You were gone for a long time so I signed off.”
“Lisa, Oh god I need you to come down here right away. Please?” Celine pleaded with her love.
Lisa thought for a moment, she was going be there in two days anyway. “Okay I’ll be there in about three hours.
Celine honey what’s wrong?” Lisa lived an hour and a half she figured she’d get her stuff together and call her
sister to take care of her cats while she was away. She would be able to take the next two days off from work easily
since she could use the computer at Celine’s house to finish up her reports and send them out.
“I’m not sure, I just need you here please?” Celine tried to sense where the ghost was in the room but she couldn’t
find it anywhere.
“Okay baby, I’m on my way.” Lisa said then hung up the phone.
“Are you still here?” Celine asked, then waited for a reply on the computer.
There was none.
She was going to sit down on the computer chair but then thought, what if it whoever it was is still sitting
there? So she went and sat on her bed. Every hair on her body was standing up but she didn’t feel like she
was in danger from this spirit or ghost or what ever it was. She wanted to know what it’s purpose with her was.
Wasn’t there always a reason for their arrival? Isn’t that why people wanted to speak to them? She thought about
these things and laid her head up against the pillowed headboard.
I sat in the corner hoping to regain the use of my body. I used up all my energy telling her how I came to be here.
“What’s happening?” I felt myself being transported back, back to that place. No! not the tavern. Please not there!
He’s here I can feel it. The door opened and they walked in one by one. They surrounded her. She was laying on
the table, her hands tied to the bar above her head. Why again? I thought as I began to shiver. Her eyes
were pleading with me to stop them. I can’t move. I can’t help you. Why can’t I help you?
They looked on with disgust. She was terrified, I could feel it. How did I end up back here? Not here again. Then
I heard the footsteps. I knew them; it was him. He walked through the door, his hair long and black curling down
past his shoulders. His eyes like fire and black coals. He looked at me and my eyes dropped down to the floor.
All I could see were his shoes, black with brass buckles.
“What do we have here?” He spoke, his voice deep resonating throughout the chamber.
“YOU, were seen by many out in the darkness of night dancing with the rise of the moon. YOU were calling for him
weren’t YOU! So that you may convenant with him, the devil himself. This be true you poor miserable creature?”
“NO! PLEASE I’VE DONE NOTHING WRONG. PLEASE.” She yelled out with terror.
He pointed his finger at me. "YOU! Read the name marked down upon the book. Read the charges so that they
may be heard."
I felt my hands begin to shake as I opened the black book. I read, as he commanded me - what else could I do? I
could hear the shaking in my voice and strove to steady it - else it would be a beating for me this night after
the horror.
“Upon the night of the full moon it was said that the accused was seen wailing and dancing her head flinging to
and fro her body gyrating as she dropped to the ground and proceeded to move in such a way that only the devil
himself could be fornicating with her."
I felt ill as I read the charges. This woman - I knew her ... loved her. She had never been ill before childbirth
but I had seen her body fight against the illness which followed. I was terrified. How could I challenge the word
of the Reverend? I knew of the ails that afflicted this woman but I had not the courage to speak.
“Speak the name, for I call the sentence soon.” The Reverend demanded.
I felt my stomach turn. “Elizab--”
“NO! STOP THIS NOW!” Celine cried out.
“I got you honey.” Lisa ran into the bedroom and wrapped her arms around Celine. “I’m here.”
Celine was still groggy from trying to wake up. “Lisa?” She said.
“I’m here. I heard you screaming outside your window. Thanks for giving me a key love.” Lisa said feeling a bit
calmer now that she knew it was only a dream and not some intruder trying to hurt her lover.
"Oh my God, it was so real!" Celine hid her face into Lisa's chest.
"What was it honey?" Lisa said. Her lips brushing up against Celine's hair.
I sat in the corner, my body shaking from the memory. "OH Elizabeth my love, I'm so sorry. What have I done?
How could I have? I forgot about that. Please forgive me." I wanted so much to cry but I had no tears.
"I don't know I felt like I was somewhere else, it wasn't me though, it was some woman. I felt I like I was
her." Celine's voice was husky and dry.
"Celine honey, what happened earlier?" Lisa said as she stoked her lover's hair.
"I was on the other computer and I came over here to get something and that computer was--" Celine look
at the computer, the screen was off.
"What about it sweetie, what was it doing?" Lisa looked at the computer too.
"It was on, it was running, it had the Instant Message box opened up to our chat. But how can they both be
on the same screen name at the same time? I got scared and I tried to cast out what ever was here. I felt something
for a moment. Then it wrote that it was not evil and that it followed me from the tavern." Celine was talking
a lot faster than usual. She sounded scared still from the dream and the fact that there might be a ghost or some
kind of spirit in her house.
I just sat in the corner. I didn't know why I was pulled back to that horrible place. I don't remember what was
happening just that I was terrified of that man.
"OK, well let's turn it on then and see what happens, okay?" Lisa suggested as she untangled herself
from Celine. She went to the computer and turned it on.
I hadn't seen those images in so long I had forgotten. They were coming back to me though. How was I going to explain
this to Celine? Why her? What was it that Elizabeth said to me?
"Okay so what happened? You were typing to me and then someone just popped in on you and said they saw you
at the tavern right?" Lisa was going over the events to understand what was going on.
"Yes, then I came in here and that someone must have been using the computer in this room to chat with me
on the other computer." Celine tried to make sense of what was happening.
"Celine, please help me?" I thought the words until they appeared on the screen.
"OH MY GODDESS!" Lisa saw the computer screen.
"It's okay Lis, I think that's who I've been talking to." Celine got up from the bed and stood next to
her girlfriend.
"Are you the one who's been writing to me tonight?" Celine asked.
"Yes."
"What do you want?" Lisa asked boldly.
"I think Celine can help me. What she saw in her dream was real."
"Oh my God, Lisa!" Celine grabbed Lisa's arm and felt her knees begin to shake.
"It's okay honey they will not hurt you. RIGHT?" Lisa asked. I could feel the fierce protectiveness in
her voice and knew not to cross this woman - even if it had been my nature to cause harm, I would not attempt it
in her presence. Somehow her presence made me feel safe, as well - even from him. At least for now.
"No, I will not hurt you. I promise, please I'm scared of him coming here, he'll find me."
"Who?" Lisa asked.
"Him, Celine you saw him, he will come for me. Please you have to help me?" I knew I had a chance to
escape my imprisonment if she helped me.
"Celine do you know who he is?" Lisa looked at her girlfriend.
"I-I think it was that man from my dream - the one who was um-," Celine closed her eyes she felt the
darkness held the man in her dream's heart. He was evil. "I don't know who he was though. I've never seen
him before."
Lisa closed her eyes and looked beyond the room to see what was there. Her eyes turned to the corner of the room
and slowly she began to see the shadowy outline of a figure. "There!" She pointed.
Celine looked in the direction but saw nothing. "Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yeah, I can just make out the blurry outline." Lisa said remembering back to when she and Celine first
started chatting and they both talked about seeing spirits at one time in their lives. It had been a year of chatting
back and forth on-line before they met in person, but when they did they both new it was a love beyond the ages.
They discovered that they had shared many lives as lovers before and were not surprised at any of it. It was Celine
who helped Lisa understand her abilities and guided her to using them. Now Celine was certain that Lisa's powers
surpassed her own.
"Is that you in the corner?" Celine asked.
"Yes, I'm tired though I need to gain back my energy. May I please stay here? PLEASE?"
I knew that I drained myself using this strange device. I needed to just sit and let my energy return.
Lisa nudged Celine, "Does she have to stay in the bedroom though?" Lisa whispered.
"NO, I will go to the other room and sit with the cat." I wasn't that dumb. I closed my
eyes and faded into the other room.
"Okay so what do we do now?" Celine asked.
"I don't know what do you say we get some sleep, it's almost four O'clock and I've been driving all night."
Lisa started unbuttoning her shirt.
"Lisa? Don't you think it's odd that I brought some strange spirit home with me?" asked Celine.
"Not strange at all - Samhain is approaching," said Lisa, shrugging. "'All Hallows Eve' - the night
when the veil between the Land of the Living and the Lands of the Dead is thinnest."
"What if that man comes here?" Celine began to pace the room.
"He won't, not while I'm here, anyway, but if you want then why don't we seal the place up again?"
Lisa said as she pulled a night-shirt over her head.
"Good idea." Celine grabbed some oil from their altar and began to light more candles since the others
had burned into the pool of wax. She lit some sage and waved it around the room. "Come on." she said
to Lisa.
Lisa ever-so-calmly walked the room with Celine. At the window they placed a symbol mixed from the oils and chanted,
closing the entrance way to any evil entities. Then they proceeded to walk the house. When they got to the living
room they both gasped at the sight of the cat sitting on an invisible lap rocking in the chair.
"Okay it's okay, if it's truly not evil then it won't mind the oil that you flick at it." Celine said,
then she looked at Lisa.
Lisa got the hint and touched some oil with her fingers and tossed it at the chair.
"MRRROOOOOWWWW!" The cat complained but did not move from the lap of the ghost.
"Okay we're going to bed now so I guess you're welcome to stay as long as you intend no harm." Celine
said as she grabbed Lisa's hand and pulled her to the other room rather quickly.
I sat in the chair, rocking and humming to myself. Never had I felt such peace, even in life. The cat purred contentedly
in my lap, finally falling asleep. I felt the shields the two witches had placed around the house and knew that
not only did they keep him out, they also stopped the pull of the Tavern from snapping me back there. I was almost
happy for the first time ... ever.
Elizabeth .. oh, my Love, I thought. I am so, so sorry. Nothing I could have done - however did they
get you in that terrible place? My mind drifted, but I was no longer afraid of the images - I knew that the
protection and the shields placed on this home kept me safe. Then I remembered and my tears were unstoppable.
Elizabeth, oh my Elizabeth! Her husband - he had found us. Had accused me of bewitching her - but the Reverend
- oh, Great Goddess! He would not allow that his daughter was a witch! I had seen enough of his cruel god
to know I wanted no part - the Great Goddess called to me when I was but a child and I had followed Her ever since,
but the Reverend, if he knew of it, would not stand for the shame of a member of his household being accused. As
a result, his torture of Elizabeth was especially cruel .. and I was made to watch, his cruel smile and his dead
eyes upon me the whole time, gauging my reaction ... the Tavern ... I remembered now - the Tavern was the old courthouse,
the place where my beloved died and I could do nothing to stop it ....
I remember that afterward, I, too was given in marriage to a man of my father, the Reverend's, choosing. I went
meekly and died in childbirth a year later. Under the circumstances, it was the best thing for everyone ....
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened and Lisa emerged into the shadows of the room in which I sat. She looked directly
at me and spoke.
"What is your name?" her voice was low and gentle. I saw her dark hair shimmering in the half-light from
the candles, still burning and lending their illumination from the bedroom door which Lisa had left ajar. The soft
glow surrounded her like a halo - like pictures of the saints I had seen in the Reverend's books. I could see Celine,
asleep in the large bed, her breathing quiet and even. I strove to speak, but I had no voice. I wanted to tell
her that I could not remember my name - my name was never important in life - why would it be now?
"Names have power," said Lisa, sitting across from me, crossing her legs. The cat awoke and jumped down,
leaping into Lisa's lap, kneading her bare thighs. I knew that had to hurt, but Lisa paid no attention. Her focus
was completely on me. That frightened me into a deeper silence. "We will help you - that's what we do. But
if we are going to do this, I must know your name. Please."
I drifted back, I was sitting on the blanket Elizabeth had spread out for us under the tree in the meadow. We
were laughing and she was braiding my hair.
"You are so beautiful." Elizabeth whispered as her lips came close to my ear. I felt a shiver and
closed my eyes.
Her lips gently came down on my ear as she placed a kiss. I turned my head slowly and felt her lips on my cheek
and then ever-so-softly they began to brush my lips. My mouth open slightly as I felt her tongue push it’s way
slowly in. I moaned out in pleasure. My heart was so full of love. She pulled back from the kiss and I opened my
eyes to her gaze.
"I love you so much Sarah," Elizabeth said with a sigh.
"I love you too." I said.
Lisa stood up and walked to the other room where the box was and she turned it on. I got up and followed her and
flopped down on another chair that was there. I was amazed that she could follow my movements. She really could
see me.
"Your name?" She asked again.
I focused on the words and brought them to the device. "My name is Sarah."
"Do you know what it is you are here to do?" Lisa asked.
"I’m not sure. I remember Elizabeth telling me something important but I do not know exactly what it was."
"Well I guess we’ll have to find that out won’t we." Lisa said. Her eyebrows pushed down on her forehead
as she pondered what would have to be done.
Celine was in the bedroom sleeping until she heard a noise and woke up. She was at the tavern, she started walking
around there and came upon a young woman sitting in a chair.
"Hello, I’m glad you could come." The woman spoke.
Celine looked closely at her and realised it was the woman from her dream earlier. She was the one being tortured
in accusation of witchery. "Who are you?"
"My name is Elizabeth. I need you to help us, only you and Lisa can do it. Only my blood and Sarah’s can break
the spell that I cast so long ago."
"I don’t understand?" Celine questioned but just then the reverend stormed into the tavern and grabbed
the woman. He looked at Celine with pure hatred. Celine gasped.
"YOU Cannot save the damned. She is mine to save." He spoke as he grabbed Elizabeth. They both turned
to smoke and disappeared.
Celine opened her eyes and jumped out of bed. She ran to the other room to find Lisa on the computer.
"Lisa! I think he has her." Celine yelled out excitedly.
"Who?" Lisa turned and faced her lover.
"Elizabeth. The man in the dream he said only he could save her, she was damned."
I sat up as a flood of memories began to come back to me.
Elizabeth was laying on the table, he and the others left the room I ran to her and held her tightly. The tears
blurring my vision, I did not know how to help her. MY LOVE WAS DYING.
"It’s okay my darling, I’ll be okay. Just hold me and never leave me okay?" Elizabeth whispered.
I held her and promised that I would always be with her. I wanted to confess everything to the evil man so I
could go with my love, but she wouldn’t let me. She told me she would wait for me here. Her eyes closed and my
heart died that very moment.
He came back into the room and saw me holding on to my love. He was angry but I didn’t care. "I’M A WITCH
TOO FATHER, SO DAMN ME THEN YOU BASTARD!" I yelled out.
“Just like your mother,” he growled. He raised his hand and I fell into darkness.
The time passed so quickly and I was lying in bed, I was giving birth. A child that I would not see, I knew
something was wrong, my husband who’s hands were like iron every time they would connect with my face or my stomach,
I knew he did something to me that morning and I would not see my baby being born, I was so scared but the blood
did not stop. But I was glad that my father was not alive anymore, he would never see his grandchild, he would
never again hurt anyone like he did my Elizabeth. I heard the cry of my little girl. I closed my eyes and spoke
the last words "Mother Goddess protect this little one."
I opened my eyes and felt no more pain. I heard my love calling for me so I followed her voice. She was in the
court house waiting just like she said. My love was there just like she said. I started to run toward her. He was
there watching, laughing. "You really think you can have her?" She is damned as you will be now."
He raised his hands and opened his mouth to speak but she jumped at him and told me to run inside.
"Though I am held within his grasp
my soul not yet set free
be this night my love
a protection over thee
keep ye safe inside these doors
unbroken spirit shield
until released together as one
love pure forever sealed"
I remembered then - it was Elizabeth who had bound me to the Tavern - for my own protection from him. She had always
tried to protect me. That was her way. But he had her! Suddenly, I desperately needed to communicate to these two
women - we needed to save my love and I knew that somehow, these two had the power to do just that.
The room grew very cold as I drew in all the energy I could to manifest myself in a way I had never done before.
I saw their breath coming out in puffs of fog, Celine shivering. Lisa wrapped her arms around Celine, seemingly
unaffected by the frigidness of the room.
"Look," whispered Celine, pointing at me. I knew that I was as a solid as I had been in life and at last
I found my voice.
"I am Sarah Bishop," I said. "We have to save Elizabeth. He has her and he will never let her go."
I began to tell them my story. I was the daughter of the chief "witch hunter", inquisitor and judge of
this area. I was born in 1632. My mother died when I was three and my father never re-married. It was up to me
to take care of his house and prepare his meals. We had servants, but I was essentially the main servant in that
house.
I met Elizabeth when we were both thirteen. We met in Meeting one Sabbath and were both whipped for giggling after
the service. Elizabeth seemed not to care, though. Nothing would break her, not even being given in marriage to
a man with a heavy hand two years later. I would see her bruises and exclaim over them, applying poultices to the
dark swellings, but Beth would merely toss her head and laugh.
We met in secret and over time, we fell in love. I hated her husband, not only for hurting her, but because he
was permitted to touch her in ways I could only dream of, as evidenced by her growing belly. Beth had great dreams
- we would run away and join the wild "savages" who had inhabited this land before the white folk came.
As soon as the babe was born, we would take it and raise it amongst the Indians. In my heart, I knew this to be
impossible, but still, it offered a tiny beam of light in my bleak world.
Then, little Rebekah was born and Elizabeth grew ill - she had "fits" after the baby was born and nothing
could be done for her. My father, the Reverend, forbade me to go to her or to see her at all. That didn't stop
me - and to my shame, I wonder if that was why she was condemned. But no, I know it was that husband of hers. He
caught us one day and Beth was beaten without mercy. But I think my own punishment may have been even more horrific
- I was forced to watch as my only love, the only light in my world, was tortured to death at the hands of my father.
"Her last words were a spell to protect me from him," I said, the tears flowing from my eyes unchecked.
I saw through my tears that Celine was crying, too, Lisa holding her close as tears flowed freely from her green
eyes. So like Beth's eyes, I thought, reaching out and catching one of her tears.
"Oh, Lis, we have to help them," said Celine.
"Shh, don't cry," said Lisa, soothingly. "We will."
"You two are the last of our descendants," I said. "You are the only ones who can help. When Elizabeth
spoke the protection spell, she placed a time for it to end. '... until released together as one love pure forever
sealed...' You two have found one another, and now it's time to end his reign of evil. Tell me, in this time
are you free to love one another and to practice the old religion, free of persecution?"
"Not exactly," said Lisa, grimly. "But we are certainly more free than you were - not that it takes
much to be freer - those were horrific times."
"Yes," I agreed with her. "But it is comforting to know that it has grown less oppressive."
"The last known Witch Trial here in America was in 1692 in Salem," said Lisa. "But even today in
South Africa, old women are being called 'witches' and are being killed."
"So it has changed somewhat, but not completely," I sighed. "Still, I would have been happy to simply
be free to love my Beth."
"And so you shall. You two will be together," said Celine, her eyes far away. I recognised a trace of
Beth's illness in her and suddenly came to realise that Elizabeth hadn't been ill at all - she was visited by theses
trances all the time after the birth of her daughter. It was part of her power. And her descendent had inherited
that power. My hope was renewed. Unfortunately, my energy was not. Wearied beyond exhaustion by my manifestation,
I felt myself begin to fade back to that limbo place which served as sleep for spirits. I only hoped I would remember
this night when I was able to return.
"I will be back," I said as I faded out.
After the ghost faded from sight, Celine turned to Lisa. "Okay, where do we start?" she asked.
Lisa chuckled, nuzzling Celine's clean dark hair, reveling in the lingering scent of the incense they had been
burning.
"We start with going back to bed - it's almost dawn," said Lisa. "Later this morning, we'll check
out the Tavern - that's where she was first bound. We need to find out a few things."
It was a hazy day outside, the sun was hidden just beyond the clouds waiting to shine through. Lisa parked her
truck just outside the tavern and she and Celine walked up toward the entrance.
"Wow, can you feel that?" Lisa asked Celine had her hand on the door.
"Yea I can. Funny I didn't feel anything like this last night." Celine said. Her stomach feeling a bit
queasy. "What do you suppose it is?"
Just then the door opened and a woman in her late sixties poked her head out. "WE'RE CLOSED!" The woman
started to close the door again when she heard a loud crash of breaking glass. "What the heck…She turned back
and gasped in a breath.
"What is it?" Lisa asked.
"I don't know but I've been hearing things all night, screams coming from downstairs." The silver-haired
woman looked back.
"I think we can help you." Celine said. Her eyes looking beyond the door.
The lady looked at Lisa and Celine and let out a sigh. "Come in." She had a strong feeling they really
could help her.
The bar was dimly lit, tables and chairs were situated throughout the place. There was a eerie silence suddenly
as the three women entered.
"We need to go downstairs I think." Celine spoke softly. She felt herself being pulled toward the back
of the tavern.
"I don't like going down there. I um, usually keep it locked up. What's going on?" The woman felt a chill.
She knew there was something down there so she kept it closed off.
"I'm Lisa and this is Celine, I don't really know how to explain it but I think there is something down there
that we need to take care of."
"I'm Mrs. Cassidy and I think you're right. My father owned this tavern and I took over when he passed on.
He used to tell me there were ghosts down there. I thought I could have it cleansed and make everything go away
and for a long time it seemed like it did. But over the last year or so, things have started happening again and
last night things escalated. Whatever it is was throwing things around, breaking glasses - that sort of thing.
I don't know how you two could know I needed help but I'm kinda glad you came." Mrs. Cassidy had been up all
night trying to clean up the place. She had tried to ignore the sounds of breaking glass but was about ready to
give up when she heard the knock on the door.
The two women waited for Mrs. Cassidy to unlock the door. Lisa hunted around for a light switch, at last finding
it, wiping dusty cobwebs from her fingers on the leg of her jeans. The light was dim, but it was better than the
inky blackness which had preceded it. Slowly the three women descended the creaky wooden steps.
The cellar of the Tavern was covered in dust, but oddly, there were no spider webs in the cellar proper. Just as
odd, no sign of mice or rats either, which the women would have expected in the long abandoned cellar. No signs
of any living creature were in evidence anywhere.
There was a damp chill which pervaded and a musty, sort of decay smell. Celine shivered. The damp seemed to penetrate
even her heavy wool sweater and the smell of mildew was beginning to nauseate her. Or perhaps it was more than
that.
Feelings of panic, then terror, then despair all battled for precedence within her. Panic won out, and Celine raced
for the stairs.
“Celine!” cried Lisa, running after her. Not to be left alone in the cellar, Mrs. Cassidy swiftly followed the
other two women. Only when Celine reached the door of the Tavern did her panic ebb. Once outside in the crisp autumn
morning, Celine gasped for breath. Lisa reached her.
“Honey, what is it?” asked Lisa.
“Didn’t you feel it?” asked Celine. Lisa frowned. She had felt something, but … it was too horrendous to process.
Lisa blocked it from her conscious mind, but a residue of the evil which had been perpetrated in that cellar remained
there.
“Okay,” said Lisa. “I felt it. But it was a long time ago.”
“He’s still there,” Celine whispered, burying her face in Lisa’s shoulder. “That was the place in my dream. I know
it sounds crazy, but - “
“Sh, no it’s not crazy,” said Lisa, soothingly as she stroked Celine’s hair gently.
“Hey, hey, you two,” said Mrs. Cassidy, puffing breathless behind them. “This ain’t that kind of place - if you’re
gonna do that get inside before people get the wrong idea!”
Lisa rolled her eyes at the woman, then gently guided Celine inside the Tavern.
“Hey!” said Mrs. Cassidy, going to the bar. “How did that come on?” Celine looked at the computer monitor and saw
her screen name, Broomrider in the instant message box.
Broomrider: Get out of there NOW! HE'S COMING!
"What the hell …?" said Mrs. Cassidy, incredulous. "Is this some kind of joke?"
"No," said Lisa, grimly. "It's no joke. Come on - we have to leave."
Suddenly the Tavern grew icy cold. The women's breath came out like puffs of fog. There was a sound, faint at first,
then growing in volume. Footsteps and a slight jingling.
"Oh, Great Goddess - the buckles on his shoes," whispered Celine. "That was what they heard - one
of the last things they ever heard."
Lisa closed her eyes and suddenly, the sound of crows cawing became louder. The footsteps faded and the room grew
warmer.
"H - how did you do that?" asked Celine. Lisa shrugged, but even she shivered with the after-effects
of the chill which had invaded the room.
"I don't know," she said. "Come on - we have to get back."
"Hey wait a minute," said Mrs. Cassidy. "I thought you said you were going to help."
"We are," said Celine, laying her hand on the older woman's arm. "But we have to wait until the
time is right."
"When will that be?" asked the frightened woman.
"All Hallows' Eve," said Lisa grimly.
"Can't you do anything before then? I have a Halloween party planned," grumbled Mrs. Cassidy. "I'd
like to know the patrons won't be scared off if - "
"Look, Lady, " said an impatient Lisa. "We're going to help you - you just have to wait until we
can - understand?"
"Maybe you should cancel the Halloween party," said Celine, quietly.
"Are you nuts?" said Mrs. Cassidy. "Around here, Halloween is big business. It's not the production
it is up to Salem, but we had our very own Witch Trials right here."
"You sound proud of that," said Celine, slightly disgusted.
"Well it is good for business," said Mrs. Cassidy, grinning. "And I don't know what you're all so
fired up about, Missy, seeing as your family is one of the oldest in town - like as not, your own ancestors burned
a few witches."
"Or were burned," murmured Lisa. "Come on, Celine. We have to get back."
"Please, Mrs. Cassidy," said Celine. "Please, at least consider canceling the party."
"That's out of the question," said the older woman, stubbornly crossing her arms over her chest.
"Please," Celine pleaded. "People could get hurt if you don't." "Don't be ridiculous,"
said Mrs. Cassidy. "One thing I do know about ghosts is they can't hurt people."
"This one is different," said Celine, her eyes gazing far away at a scene neither of the other two saw.
"He's not just a ghost. He's a … a force. An evil force."
Mrs. Cassidy laughed. "You should hear what you sound like," she said. "Hey, you come to the party
and start talking that stuff and I'll give you free drinks all night - you can build the atmosphere. People get
spooked enough, they drink more."
"Come on Celine," said Lisa, almost growling.
"We'll be there," said Celine, sighing sadly as she and Lisa turned to leave.
They got into Lisa's truck and Celine turned to Lisa. "She doesn't believe us, does she?"
"I just think she doesn't care," said Lisa, grimly.
"What did she mean by saying she knew ghosts couldn't hurt people? She sure seemed scared enough when we got
there," said Celine, musing.
"I don't know," said Lisa, frowning. "She knows more about this than she's telling."
"Let's just get home," sighed Celine. "I want to talk with Sarah - how could she know that he was
coming just then?"
"What do you mean?" asked Lisa.
"Sarah is within the protective wards we put up," said Celine, feeling her fear grow. "How could
she sense he was -“
"Oh, gods, I don't know," said Lisa, picking up on Celine's fear. "We've got to hurry back."
The women arrived and Celine's hands shook trying to fit the key in the lock. Lisa gently took the keys from her
and opened the door. The place seemed untouched. The computer was on, however. Celine's cat, Galinthias was sitting
in front of the screen, paws on the keyboard. When she heard the women come in, Galinthias jumped down and ran,
leaving the instant message box open.
"What the …" said Celine, cautiously going to the computer.
"Wow, that is one well-trained cat," chuckled Lisa, who looked over at Galinthias, licking her paw and
wiping her whiskers with it, just like any other cat.
"Lis, that's not funny," said Celine, staring at the screen. "You know we left the computers off
this morning. Come and see this."
There in the instant message box, the women read the words.
CAS789: Sarah, you have to get them out of here - he knows they're here now.
Broomrider: Beth? Is that you?
CAS789: There's no time for that now - get them out of here!
Broomrider: Get out of there NOW! HE'S COMING!
"So Elizabeth was communicating with her through the computer - amazing. `Techno-spirits'," said Lisa.
"Not so amazing - that's how we found each other," said Celine, smiling as Lisa wrapped warm arms around
her.
"Yeah, but they're ghosts," said Lisa, shaking her head.
"Ghosts who love each other," said Celine, softly. "Spirits without form to adequately express what
they feel for one another - sort of like we were before we actually met. How sad."
"I guess I never thought about it that way," said Lisa. "But now, we have found each other."
"Yes - again," said Celine, looking at Lisa and smiling. "And, we have … more than `adequate' forms
to express our feelings for one another."
Lisa raised an eyebrow and grinned at her, glancing back once at the cat, still washing herself before following
Celine into the bedroom and closing the door behind them.
"Are you okay?" Celine asked watching Lisa trying to massage her own neck with one hand.
"Yea, just a little tense after this morning. I'm okay though," Lisa replied.
"Come here and let me do that for you." Celine patted the empty spot next to her on the bed where she
was sitting. Lisa sat down and pulled her dark hair around to the front of her shoulder to expose her neck. Celine
placed her hands on Lisa's shoulders and began to gently knead into the flesh, gradually making her way toward
the centre of her back. Lisa sat feeling the sensations of Celine's touch running through her body.
"Mmmmmmm, that feels so good." Lisa moaned.
"I'm glad, it's actually making me feel good too, Baby. I miss you, I miss this," Celine said, softly,
then brought her lips down on Lisa's neck which elicited a loud gasp from Lisa. Lisa closed her eyes, her heart
began to beat faster.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
"Well if you don't know, then I'm not doing it right." Celine whispered sending her hot breath into Lisa's
ear.
"Um-uh huh," Lisa breathed out. "Oh, you're doing it right alright." She leaned back offering
more neck for Celine to enjoy. Celine's hands slid under Lisa's arms and to the front to cup both breasts which
were covered by a brown cotton shirt with a logo from Xena Warrior Princess™ - both women's favourite TV show.
Lisa let out another moan. She closed her eyes and reached behind her, pulling Celine closer. She began to caress
Celine's soft golden hair. Celine moved her hands down toward the hem of Lisa's T-shirt. Her fingers slowly tiptoed
underneath the T-shirt pulling it upward until Lisa felt the cool air hit her bare nipples. But it was the touch
of Celine's hands that got them erect.
"Oh that feels soooo good." Celine closed her eyes, her fingertips stroking along the tips of Lisa's
breast. Lisa began to breath harder. She turned her head further back, her lips capturing Celine's. As the kiss
intensified, Lisa felt Celine's leg swing around so that she was able to straddle Lisa's waist. This brought an
"Oh Goddess!" from Lisa's lips. Celine leaned forward, making contact with Lisa's back side. Her legs
tightening around the body of the woman she loved more than her own life, the movement creating moisture and need.
She fell back on the bed bringing Lisa with her. Lisa moved down giving Celine more friction. She wiggled around
a bit then decided she couldn't take it any more and turned over positioning herself on top of the smaller woman.
Her hands went straight for the top of Celine's blouse. She fumbled a bit with the buttons unable to unclasp them.
She looked at Celine who was silently pleading with her to get the blouse off her. Lisa arched an eyebrow then
grinned as she grabbed either side of the collar and ripped the material completely off exposing a pair of firmly
hardened pink nipples.
"You are so beautiful," Lisa said, gazing lovingly down at Celine before lowering her head and pulling
a nipple into her mouth.
"OOOHHH!" Celine cried out arching her back up, offering more for her lover to enjoy. Lisa flicked her
tongue around the tip of Celine's nipple in tiny little circles. She moved her mouth to the other nipple doing
the same thing. Celine felt Lisa move her thigh in between her legs and pressed herself up to it, squeezing in
and out feeling the need intensely.
"Oh Baby, I love you so much." Lisa moved her hand down and stroked along the waist band of Celine's
pants until she was able to slide her fingers beneath the material. She found the elastic that held Celine's panties
in place. Lisa pulled a bit at the annoying material until she was able to brush along the inside feeling the soft
curls that hid her treasure.
"OH GODDESS PLEASE!" Celine cried out. Lisa moved her hand to the side of Celine's hip, cruelly teasing
her lover. Celine raised her head and bit down on Lisa's neck. Lisa breathed in sharply.
"Okay, okay-" Celine arched up, pressing herself against Lisa's thigh again. Begging with her eyes.
"Lisa please," she whispered. Lisa moved both the pants and panties down Celine's legs and with Celine's
enthusiastic assistance managed to get the obstacles off her body quick and easily.
"Your turn," said Celine, her voice had taken on a deeper tone that Lisa knew meant her arousal was now
almost out of Celine's control. Lisa looked down at Celine and smiled. Celine growled, meaning that Lisa was taking
far too long to disrobe. Lisa's smile grew wider. She loved it when Celine was like this. Hell, she just loved
Celine, period.
"Okay," said Lisa, quickly pulling her beloved Xena™ shirt off before Celine got the idea of following
her own example. Now Celine's hands were moving of their own volition, pulling Lisa close to her as Lisa slid her
shorts and underwear off. Celine looked up into Lisa's dark eyes and saw the love they shared. She thought her
own heart would burst from it. Lisa's hands moved over Celine's body, feeling like liquid fire against her skin.
Lisa made her way slowly, with agonising gentle tickles of her lips and tongue to Celine's inner thighs.
"My Love," said Lisa, her warm breath eliciting a soft moan from Celine. Lisa kissed softly, then began
loving Celine with her mouth, her teeth offering gentle nips, her tongue creating a warmth within Celine which
gradually grew until Celine felt as if she had swallowed the sun. Suddenly the warmth burst and spread throughout
her entire body and Celine found herself flying. She clung to Lisa, who quickly slid back up the length of Celine's
body to hold her close as Celine shuddered with the intensity of not only the exquisite sensations washing over
her, but the infinite love which they felt for one another.
Lisa was so overwhelmed with the feeling of love she felt for Celine, she felt her own body begin to respond, trembling
with the sensations running through her. She caught her breath and tried to calm the excitement that began to build.
Celine sensed her lover's arousal and the sudden pulling back.
"Oh no you don't." Celine whispered, her hands moving, seeking, and at last finding the silky warmth
hidden beneath darkened curls. She began moving slowly at first, gradually building up speed in response to Lisa's
own body movements. "You're going to come for me baby-"
"Celine please I…I…Oh Goddess Celine, I love YOU!" Lisa felt the love so strongly coming from Celine.
She begin to quiver and shake. Her body out of control in the hands of her lover. Lisa closed her eyes and felt
the tears coming. She knew from the very first time that Celine was the one, the other half of her soul. Finally
after all this time, they found each other. Celine held her lover close, gently stroking her face and kissing away
Lisa's tears until both fell into a contented sleep. The last peaceful sleep they'd see for some time.
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