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The Witch Patch Ch 23

Something’s Brewing            
         
           
Everyone finally calmed down.            
James apologized to everyone for being a huge cunt and all was good in the world again.          
         
Brutus, grandfather Kane’s black cat is sitting comfortably in the window looking at the moon. We need him here too, he’s been in our family for um— ? Hmm, not sure how long to be honest. Rumor has it Brutus is the cat of auntie Madonna.       
            
After a long discussion we all decided it was long over due for a retrial. Until then, we will contact the aunts and uncle using magick.          
           
Everyone gathered around the cauldron.          
Great Aunt Helga gave everyone a stick pin with a different color head. She then commands everyone to prick their finger and donate a drop of their blood into the cauldron. She then calls out to Brutus to come and He does, she takes a piece of his fur and throws it in the pot along with everything that Erik put on top of the periodic table including a 17 century clock.            
           
Unlike the oracle or a summon of the dead, great aunt Helga has a different plan and will bring forth the ancients together through our life energy and our mixed Magick.          
           
It only took one round of chant and then “BOOM!” Helga produced a huge ball of energy and out from it, three terrifying life size orbs in the images of our Ancients!”          
           
“Omfg!” —Yikes!” I can’t lie these fucken people look demonic! Like a trio of depraved leprechauns!            
           
“Holy fuck!” but they are tough to look at          
I thought to myself.          
           
Kane Erik Zane Status and Kujo made a chain of arms banding together bracing everyone back.          
           
Madonna spoke- “Let us out!” “Please let us out!”            
           
“We cannot let you out!”            
“Roars Kane with uncontested dominion!”            
           
Maximus, turned his head around and back again like an owl would do.          
“You must let us out! demanded Maximus!”          
           
“Kane took immediate control with a voice like thunder!” “We cannot let you out!”          
Our powers do not allow such a thing.”            
We will request a meeting with the witches council for a retrial as soon as possible.            
           
“Tell me?” said Kane, how did you come about inside my grandsons pants pocket!?            
           
Melody was last to speak:          
           
We dug, jumped, and crawled our way out from the green forest from the hole Victoria vanquished us too many many years ago. And inch by inch for years and years we kept at it, until finally finding our way back to Breakstone Mansion. We then managed to jump inside a pair of pants that were on the floor in one of the bedrooms hoping to cause alarm so that we might have this family meeting.          
           
And just like that all three ancients were gone.            
           
           
To Be Continued…
Written by Zazzles (Broomie)
Published | Edited 21st Aug 2023
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