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Chapter 15: Proving her abilities.

Phoebe, the Saxon spirit and Connie arrived at the house which she had been assured was haunted. It was a medium sized mansion in the downtown area of the city. 

It was in a residential neighborhood that was rather quiet. Phoebe had learned to observe her surroundings when it came to haunted house affairs. Often times, one haunted house usually meant an entire haunted area. 

Sometimes it was because the house was built on top of an old cemetery, an old public burial ground, a cursed land where many terrible things had happened and the like. A haunted house was rarely a simple matter. 

That's why she charged no less than five hundred thousand to take on such a job. It was because the scope often widened as she went along. 

This seemed to be an affluent neighborhood, judging by the sizes of the houses and the mostly expensive cars parked along the road. She couldn't sense any dark energy in the immediate area, which meant there were no malevolent ghosts around. 

While she was looking around and observing the surroundings, Connie rung the door bell. 

"Who is it?" a voice came from inside, the house. 

"The shaman." Connie answered. 

Phoebe touched the back pocket of her jeans and retrieved a gold coin in the shape of a hexagon. There was a picture of a black raven with red eyes on the coin. She poured some of her energy into the coin and threw it up into the sky. 

The red eye of the black raven blinked, and the bird came to life. It flew out of the coin and the coin fell back into Phoebe's hand. 

The raven flew down and landed on Phoebe's shoulder in a comfortable move, one that it had done many times. She moved her right hand and rubbed the head of the bird in an affectionate manner. 

"Go, Yin, find what's hiding here." she instructed the raven.

The bird opened its wings and flew away, going over the house directly. 

"Using the bird takes up half of your energy. Do not do things like this if they are not necessary. Look, even the days you have left to live have reduced." The Saxon spirit reminded her in a disapproving tone.

Phoebe didn't look at the diamond shaped mark to see how many days she had left. This was the nature of her life and business now, so she couldn't help it.

"I can't sense any ghosts, can you?" she retorted. 

The front door was opened by a maid in a blue dress who looked out curiously. She had never seen a shaman like Phoebe before__, one who was dressed in jeans and a small tight white shirt with white sneakers on her feet.

She looked no different from a young woman of university going age that was about to go on a date or grab lunch with her friends. 

Figuring that Phoebe couldn't possibly be the shaman, the maid moved her head from side to side, in search of an older man or woman in long robes with beads, or a staff. She conjured up images of different ghost fighting masters she had seen in movies and none of them looked like Phoebe. 

On seeing nobody else, she looked at Phoebe.

"Are you the shaman?" she asked uncertainly. 

"Yes." Phoebe answered. 

Connie chuckled and said, "Sister, this is why i told you to dress like a monk or something. People think you are normal when you look like this." 

The maid heard Connie's voice and she screamed. She turned and run back into the house. 

Phoebe on the other hand was surprised to hear Connie calling her sister. By learning the girl's name, the girl had become attached and slowly, she too would be the same. What would they do when time to part ways came? 

Sighing internally, she walked into the house, following the path that the maid had taken. She found her way to the living room where a scared maid was explaining to her boss who was at the door. 

When the maid saw Phoebe, she turned and run again. 

Phoebe didn't dwell on that and she looked instead at the people sitting in the living room. It was a couple, a man and a woman who had gloomy looks on their faces. 

She raised her hand and waved at them. 

"Hello, you called for a shaman." 

"Or an exterminator." Connie chimed in. 

The woman gasped at the second voice which seemed to be coming out of nowhere as it's owner was invisible. She scooted over, distancing herself from Phoebe. 

Phoebe glared at Connie meanwhile before turning back to the couple.

"That's my assistant who talks too much. But, i don't know why you would be so frightened of her when you apparently have ghosts in this house and yet you are still living here." she finished off unsurely. 

Even her voice was light at the end because she still hadn't managed to sense any ghosts. 

"You are the ghost seeing lady." the man spoke up slowly.

Phoebe nodded. 

The man's eyes moved over her, trailing from head to toe as he studied Phoebe. 

The wife turned to the husband and said in an outraged voice, "She can't be a shaman, she is young." 

She had forgotten that only a few seconds ago, she had heard an invisible ghost talking and Phoebe had said that was her assistant. 

"I don't think you can help us, you don't look like you have any experience. We thought you were an older experienced...."

"My physical appearance has nothing to do with my talents." Phoebe cut in and said quickly. 

The couple would not be the first to doubt her abilities basing on age, appearance and other personal prejudices. There were many people like that in society.

Phoebe's mother was the type to ask for a middle aged doctor when she visited the hospital because they were not too young to be inexperienced and not too old to have memory problems and shaky hands. 

To further prove her abilities, she looked at the couple with seriousness and her whole demeanor changed. Her red hair suddenly flew up as if a fan was blowing hair through it. 

This was actually almost the case because the Saxon ancestor was the one blowing Phoebe's hair to lend her and appearance of an otherworldly master. 

"You are Georgina Elroy, forty eight years old, born in Magic city on 9th April I9** at night. You are the third daughter of your parents, your second brother died last year from a drug overdose but your family tells everyone he died in his sleep. 

You are allergic to diary products but this doesn't stop you from sneaking a bite of ice cream every once in a while, cheesecake flavor is your favorite. 

The ring on your hand is not the wedding ring your husband gave you on the day he married you which is 16th December 20**. You lost the original one on a cruise ship two years ago when you were dancing how low can you go.

You have a scar on your inner wrist which you tell everyone was a result of your sister scratching you but you lied, you scratched yourself to get back at her for....."

"Stop, stop!" the woman yelled desperately.


Chapter 16: No ghosts here.

"Are you sure that i should stop?" she responded.

The woman nodded. 

"I believe you, okay, i believe you so you can stop now." she said softly. 

Phoebe's hair stopped flying around aimlessly and slowly came back down. Ancestor Saxon, was wheezing surprisingly, seeming to be exhausted from the small task of acting like her fan. 

Phoebe wondered how the two humans would react if they could see an immortal spirit hunched over in exhaustion as if it had been engaged actively in a sport.

Turning to the husband, Phoebe spread her arms out and eyed him curiously.

"Should i do you next?" 

The man shook his head vigorously. He didn't want his secrets revealed but he wanted his family to be helped. 

"Please, help us." he begged. "Something has gone wrong with our family, especially our son. All sorts of weird things keep happening in the house. 

First, our daughter died suddenly a few months ago, and then our son became weird. He walks around at night, screaming weird things. 

He cuts every part of his body when he gets his hands on something sharp. His hair has fallen out and he makes these weird monster like noises...."

Phoebe raised her eyebrows at that part, monster like noises. 

The man noticed her frown and he said, "Before you tell me that i should go to a doctor, let me save you some time. We have visited more than ten hospitals and his condition has not changed. We even had him committed for a while in a psychiatric ward and nothing changed. "

He pointed to a picture high above the fire place. It was a picture of a young teenage boy holding a trophy in his hands. He was a good looking boy, with a wide smile on his face. 

There were more pictures on the wall, all of the family but most of the boy on different occasions. Phoebe studied the pictures, learning what she could from them. 

He seemed to have been popular and smart. He also thrived physically, engaging in sports like basketball. From all indicators, this was a happy family, wealthy and perfect. 

"That was our son, our Michael. But, if you see him now....." the father broke off. 

"Take me to the boy." Phoebe commanded. 

The parents that had solemn looks on their faces stood up and led the way to the bedroom upstairs. The mother was trembling as she opened it, seeming to be afraid to enter. 

The father shoved it wide open and led Phoebe inside. A boy was sleeping in the middle of the bed in the large bedroom. Phoebe could see the difference between the boy in the pictures and the boy on the bed. 

The one on the bed was hairless and skinny, basically skin and bones. His arms and legs were bound and she guessed that this was done to protect him. 

She didn't need to see ghosts in order to tell that something had gone wrong with the boy. A child didn't become this malnourished naturally when he came from a wealthy family that pampered him. 

His bedroom had an entire shelf with expensive toys and car models. He had different expensive electronics and designer shoes and clothes. 

"Something is eating this child." the Saxon spirit said.

"He stinks." Connie added. 

Phoebe didn't want to roll her eyes but seeing a ghost pinching it's nose with a look of disgust on its face was quite comical. You are dead, how does the smell affect you?

"What was the first thing that you noticed which told you that something was wrong?" she asked the father. 

The father turned back to look at the mother as if she had all the answers. From where she was standing close to the doorway the mother opened her mouth and responded. 

"His grades started slipping." 

Phoebe frowned and shook her head. His grades were not exactly the answer she wanted. 

"He lost his appetite." the mother gave another answer. She tried hard not to look disgusted but her face betrayed her. "He stopped eating cooked food and he developed an appetite for insects."

Connie made gagging sounds and Phoebe glared at the ghost. 

"I want to know about the physical changes, did something on his body change?" 

As she asked, she got gloves from her back pocket and put them on. When she was finished, she tossed another gold coin in the air and caught it. 

This coin had the image of a cat, a black cat. She looked at the coin and saw no change. 

"No ghost." the Saxon spirit declared. 

Phoebe frowned and looked at the boy on the bed. She touched the pendant and communicated with the spirit using her thoughts. 

"Have you ever seen anything like this?" 

"I am not sure, maybe you should first check his body." 

Phoebe was already moving as she intended to check the boys body indeed. If the answer was not with a ghost, then it was with the boy himself, or the parents. 

"Has anything changed in your family situation. anything at all?" she asked them. 

She checked the boys feet and noticed that they were awfully white, as if he lacked blood. They were also unnaturally cold, which was weird. 

She turned him slowly and looked at his back, then his stomach and she opened his mouth. That's when the boy opened his eyes, and she saw nothing but emptiness in them. It was if he wasn't there. 

Phoebe looked at the worried parents who were watching her every move and she gestured for them to hurry up.

"You haven't answered my question, has anything changed in the family situation other than your son's physical condition?"

The father shrugged and he looked at the mother. 

"Nothing that i can think of. My husband and i are both fine and so is our business. The only one that is ill is our son." She answered. 

Phoebe turned to the invisible ghost assistant and gestured her head in the direction of the window. Connie went over and opened it. 

The raven Yin flew in immediately and landed on Phoebe's shoulder. In it's mouth were a few strands of brown hair. Phoebe took the hair from the bird and she looked at it. 

She didn't know whose hair it was so she showed it to the couple. The father had black hair which was short, cut in a military fashion. The mother had brown hair, but it was longer than the one in her hands. 

"Where did you get this Yin?"

The bird answered. "The energy of someone in this house is on this hair and i found it buried in the backyard of another house." 

Maybe it was because the couple had heard an invisible ghost talking so seeing a bird talk did not shock them to the extremes. In fact, it grew their hope in the young shaman. 

"What else was there?" she asked. 

The bird opened its mouth and made regurgitating noises. Then, it threw up on the pristine floor of the bedroom. 


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