Chapter 17
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I was sitting with Johnny at the table. Johnny thought all this nonsense as he put it was silly. But he had never attended one before in his life. He did not think there were spirits either. He was in for a teat with that.
One good thing I hoped for an outcome was that Madame could help the Lost Boys cross over. Michael was getting to attached to them all. And he needed to be free and to be happy so if he wanted to cross over, he could do so if he chose to.
Paris and Prince were waiting in the kitchen for Madame to arrive. Dinner was of course done. And Madame was of course running late.
We all figured she would be. Now my tummy growls at me angrily because I had skipped breakfast and lunch. I only had the muffin all day long. My stomach growls an angered protest again.
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Johnny gasps. "Was that a spirit? Dear spirits of this place....do tell me one thing.... are you hungry?" he jokes around.
I smack him on the arm. "Shut up Johnny" I laugh. "I am famished" I sigh.
"This whole thing is dumb. But at least I am getting paid for it and a free dinner out of this" he chuckles.
I frown. "Shhhh do not let Paris hear you say that" I warn him.
"So, I don't believe in ghosties" he grumbles. "Not everyone does"
"You might after tonight" I tease.
"Naw" he laughs.
"She is here! I was told she just arrived!" Paris comes bursting in the room. She looked over excited now. "How do I look Prince?" she asks her brother.
"Fine" he tells her. "can we eat now?" he mutters.
"Not until Madame is at the table" she orders.
The doorbell rings. We all head to the door. Paris opens it. Madame was dressed old fashioned from head to toe. Wearing a medieval dark black steampunk like cape.
She takes off her cape then hands it to Paris to take and hang up. She had long dark black and gray hair. A mix of curls. She was an older lady. Maybe in her fifties.
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"Madame dinner is waiting us it is an honor to have you and to have your companion Herman with us" Paris gushes over the lady. Madame had a tall skinny gentlemen with her. He was pale skinned. He was dressed all in black. He hardly had any hair on him at all. He did not even bother to look at us. "Herman is Madame's travel companion and her oldest son" Paris tells me.
"Welcome Madame. And Herman" I greet them.
"Thank you" Madame answers me.
"This way" Paris says to them.
We go by the hall. Near the awards hall. Madame stops.
"What is it?" Herman asks her softly.
She heads down the hall. Where awards would fly at my head often.
"What is wrong Madame?" asks Paris. "do feel something?"
"Shhh" warns that Herman.
Madame goes right to the award for "Thriller" that the Lost Boys had once thrown at my head. Many many times before. She was not fake that was for sure. She sure made me nervous to be around her. Wow. My heart begins to race.
"Something has happened here......some awards were thrown. At a worker" she adds as she touches the award. Her eyes were closed. Then when she opens them, she looks right at me. "You!" she declares as she points to me nearly giving me a fright.
"Me?" I stammer.
She wanders over to me.
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"You, have made contact" she says softly. "but you are blocking out the whom" she says. "are you protecting someone?"
"Me? I am not protecting anyone" I scoff.
"That is Myla Moore. She has only worked here a short time" Paris tells Madame.
Madame looks over at Johnny. "Unbelievers' are not welcome in the room. When we meet. They are bad to make contact" she says.
Johnny is floored. His eyes grow wide.
He mouths to me "How did she know??"
We follow Madame back to the dining room area. We begin to have dinner served to us. Johnny looks a bit freaked out now.
He is not saying a single word. Not that I blamed him. Dinner was so good. We all had a light flakey vegetable souffle with a side of tomato brisk soup. And home made bread. It was delish.
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"How did she know?" Johnny whispers to me.
"How am I supposed to know?" I whisper back.
"Let the unbeliever stay. Maybe after tonight he will believe" jokes Madame suddenly. She laughs a weird laugh then looks right over at Johnny.
"Do I have to? Why does this feel like I am trapped in a bad episode of Scooby Doo?" groans Johnny.
I giggle at that one.
Madame was now talking to Pairs on how we needed to start this. The table was cleared off once we were done with dinner. Paris and Prince light the candles for Madame who was sitting at the head of the table.
Then Paris dims the lights around us so there is nothing on but the candle lights. Simmering in every corner. It kind of reminded me of that show where Monica asked Chandler to marry him and she had candles all over the whole place. Like that.
"Join hands and we will begin" Madame orders to us all.
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We scoot closer to one another at the table. Johnny holds my hand. I hold Prince. Paris holds Johnny's and Paris holds Madame's then she holds Herman's other etc. We were all joined together now.
I feel nervous jitters jumble inside of me. Poor Lost Boys. Even after all the rotten things they had done to me I felt really really bad for them right now. They had no idea what was in store for them. I would help them any way I could. If I could.
"Close your eyes everyone" orders Madame.
She is chanting softly. Something about spirits. I can make out a little on what she is saying. She chants faster. I feel a gush of a cold breeze.
Something is knocked over. The candle lights flicker a bit by it. My eyes snap open. I am worried about Michael. That he came anyway. I had to know what was going on.
I hear laughter. It was a Lost Boy...
I groan.
"Child. A child is here among us" says Madame. "child of the dead you do not belong among the living any more" she orders. "you must obey the living. You must go home" she declares.
The table begins to shake.
Very hard now. I gasp.
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"You do not belong among the living" Madame chants again.
"Help me" cries out a child in pain. The Lost Boy was scared. I look up to see a child had formed. He looked right at me. "Do not let her take me" he begs me.
I did not know what to say.
"I'm scared.... what is she doing?" he asks.
"You do not belong among the living" chants Madame.
Herman is chanting to. I see it. A large black hole opened up above the child. Many of their spirts are being sucked in. Everyone else could not see it. They kept their eyes closed. They were now chanting under the spell.
"Please help" begs the child. "Michael!" he cries.
One by one the Lost Boys were all being crossed over against their will. I had to stop this! I promised Michael I would help them. I stand up.
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"You are hurting them!" I cry in alarm.
"I know you see them. But they need to cross over this is the best way" Madame tells me as our eyes meet.
"No, it is not right to do this" I exclaim. "you are scaring them!" I cry. "It doesn't have to be this way" I say to her. "we can get them to cross over on their own free will"
"They will never cross over. They will stay if you let them" warns Madame.
"No!" I cry.
Soon all the Lost Boys have crossed over. They had tried to save one another. Michael appears. He was going to try to help. No!
"Don't!" I cry out. "I won't let you!" I scream as the wind blows and the table shakes. I see a candle still lit near the other table beside us.
I reach over and knock the candle on the floor. Michael disappears. Fire is spreading.
The alarm is set off. The sprinklers spray on all of us.
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"Fire!" cries out Paris. The black hole above us closes. I sigh as I lean on the wall. Madame looked pissed off now. She removed the wet bangs from her eyes.
"You did this! You were trying to stop all the spirits from crossing over" Madame yells at me.
"But it is not right to make them! You were hurting them" I snap back.
"I know what I am doing! How dare you tell me what to do" she snaps back.
"WE can do another session. Please Madame. And get rid of all the spirits" says Paris. "It will be better" she adds. "we will do as you say"
"I am never coming back here again" Madame huffs with anger. Then she and Herman head out the door.
Paris glares at me. "I am sorry" I warn her.
She and Prince leave. Johnny shakes his head.
Then he leaves to. Michael forms in front of me.
"I was trying to stop her" I say in defeat.
"I know you tried your best" he says softly.
"You could have been harmed. I could not let that happen." I add.
He smiles sadly. "You did your best" he says then he leaves.
I felt like let I let everyone down. I failed the Lost Boys. I failed Michael. And Paris. I might be out of a job now. I hang my head sadly then sigh. And I head to go home. I was not needed here.
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