Charlotte and Annie's adventure; the end
15th of April 2022
Continued from Charlotte and Annie's adventure II...
“Be gone poor spirits”, be gone…”, they both said as they face each one with their hands wrapped in chains stretched towards them. The spirits turned to dust instantaneously, while Charlotte’s and I had our heart beating heavily.
Within a few seconds, Zachron possessed Mag completely. She screamed loudly as soon as this happened, and a blood-like fluid began to rush out of her ears and eyes. but it wasn’t her voice. It was so loud that we had to cover our ears. “The voice of a thousand souls devoured by Zachron”, said the robed men. As she screamed, the entrance to the room began to vibrate at a spot as if someone was trying to force it open from behind, the glass windows shattered, and a heavy wind rushed in.
The screaming suddenly stopped, and the Mag possessed by Zachron opened her eyes. Her eyes turned black, and the white layer was completely absent. The shape of her teeth changed. They became longer, brownish and razor sharp.
“You have summoned me from the dark. Now I will feast on your souls”, she said as she looked towards us. “We haven’t done anything wrong, please leave us alone”, we said trembling and jumped off our seats to run. “Silence” one of the robed men cut in. “These children are not worthy of your greatness. They are insignificant. I implore you to leave them alone”. “They are mine”, she replied loudly and licked her face with her tongue which had become longer. “I’ve come for you and will have you”, she said and suddenly jump up to her feet. Before she could stand completely, both men jumped towards her and pushed her to the ground. She was stronger than both men and managed to flip away while laughing heavily. Her voice echoed through the room. “Come assist me”, the man shouted as he struggles to hold her or perhaps ‘it’ since it wasn’t Mag anymore. We ran towards them quickly and pinned her down while the other man quickly grabbed the goat, brought it closer by extending the rope and placed her hand on it.
The goat gave out a loud shriek as Zachron was passed into it. Mag passed out afterwards. One of the Men quickly grabbed the slaughter knife and struck down against the goat’s neck with all intensity. “You can’t hold me down”, the goat spoke and dodged the knife at the last moment and became free. Its teeth were visibly longer and razor sharp. It jumped towards the man, bit his hands heavily, and tore the skin off his flesh with blood rushing out.
As soon as it bit him, Zachron left the goat and was passed onto the man. Charlotte and I ran backwards out of fear. The monster floated in the air as it came towards us and clenched its teeth as it approached. The second man jumped into its front and was chanting some words when Zachron grabbed him by the neck and began to choke him.
Out of bravery or perhaps stupidity, Charlotte picked up a chair at the corner of the room, moved towards them and banged it on Zachron. AS the chair hit him, he looked in our direction and threw the strangled man away like he was a piece of paper. He shrieked and screamed loudly as he came close to us with super speed. We began to shift backwards fearfully until we hit a wall and could no longer run. We shivered and cried as we thought it was going to be the end of us. He came closer and reached for us with his arms stretched out.
And Mag suddenly regained consciousness and shouted “Zachron” at the top of her voice and began to chant loudly with her both hands spread wide and raised above her head. Zachron turned around and began to speak a strange language and approached her speedily. Mag continued to chant and shouted, “go back to hell where you belong”. She said those words and the man’s mouth opened widely with blood gushing out with amazing speed. It was like water gushing out of a shower. It lasted for about ten seconds, and the possessed man fell from mid-air to the floor. He was unconscious.
Mag ran up to him and, said some words and drew a symbol on his head using the blood on the floor. She walked across the room to the spot where the goat was and placed her finger on its head. It passed out as soon as she did, after which she took the dagger and cut off its head. Its blood was strangely black. “Congrats girls… you’re free”, she said while approaching us. Charlotte and I were still at the corner of the room when she said these words. We looked at each other’s faces, ran towards mag and hugged her. “Zachron has been sent back to the underworld and will no longer hunt you”. “Is that it?”, I asked as I giggled in excitement. “Yes, you’re free forever”. “So ...uhm... we no longer need these?”, Charlotte asked while touching the necklace around her neck. “Of course, you don’t need those anymore. I’d like to have them back,”. “Yes ma’am”, we said as he pulled the necklace and handed them over to Mag.
We thanked her for her kind gesture and returned home.
Days, weeks, and months passed, and we didn’t experience any such disturbance. We were indeed free from Zachron. It’s been years ever since and we haven’t experienced any nightmare or paranormal visit.
Two weeks after our final visit to Mag, we decided to pay her a visit to thank her for her kind gestures. We got there and surprisingly couldn’t find the shop. It was almost like it never existed. We asked several people around, but they said there was never any shop that fit the description we gave. It was a weird experience. We gave up searching for the shop and headed home. As we walked past the street, a woman who liked like she was in her mid-fifties walked past us and spoke the words “what answers do ye seek”. We turned around to look at her, but she was nowhere to be found. Almost like we had hallucinated her. That line sounded like the one written on the shop- It was Mag for sure.
The end!
That was a nice ending. One thing I learned in life is that never play with the spirits because you'll never know whom you will encounter. Let the dead rest.