"Haunted (Part 2)" by Liesbeth ´FAE´ Verburg

"Ellen!" I
heard my mother yell from downstairs.
"What!" I yelled back.
"Dinner's
ready!"
Food! I love food, I ran downstairs and sat down at the table. My dad
had to work late again and my brother was staying at one of his friends.
"Did
you get a letter from your aunt Jessebelle? "my mother asked.
"Yeah, I did" I
answered.
My mother was silence for a moment.
"So..." she
started.
"So... what?" I asked.
"Are you going?"
"I think
so..."
"Good..."
"Unless it isn't ok with you..."
No, It's ok. I was
just wondering."
Scilence...
"And when are you going?"
"I dunno..." I
said. "She wrote that I would know when the time was right. So I guess I'll tell
you then..."

Two days later I dreamed about a weird house and when I told
my mother she told me I should go to my aunt Jessebelle. On the train I met one
of my cousins.


"Mom?" I asked.
"Can I go to aunt Jessebelle?"
My mother turned white. "Aunt
Jessebelle?"
Yes, she wrote me a letter."
"I don't know. You'll have to
decide."
That was not quite like my mother. Normally she would have said no
and we would have a huge fight.
"What is that anyway, with the stuff about
magic?" I asked.
"Felicia, I haven't told you because I thought it was
dangerous, but now you already know about it I could tell you just as
well."
"Tell me what?" I asked. I didn't know what she was talking about. She
always told me that witches are just fairy tales. They don't exist.
"You come
from a family of witches. Every single woman in our family is one. My sisters
and me went to our aunt Hillary to learn about our powers. And now it's aunt
Jessebelle's turn to teach you."

A week later I knew I had to leave so I
went to my aunt.


"You will
not go to your ant Jessebelle, do you hear me, Wendy?" my mother
yelled.
"Why not?" I asked. It was so unfair. I read the letter my aunt
Jessebelle wrote to my mother and my mother had been told not to tell me whether
to go or not.
My mother answered with the most stupid reason: "Just
Because."
"That's not a reason! By the way, aunt Jessebelle wrote to me you
wouldn't stop me if I wanted to go!"
My mother didn't know what to
say.
"And I can learn how to handle my powers.."
"You are not going. end
of discussion."

That night I knew what I had to do. I knew my mother
wouldn't let me go, so I sneaked out. I already figured out where my aunt lived
and half an hour later I was on a train where I met one of my cousins.



"Alex, you will go to your aunt right?"
My mother and I were watching
television. My dad had to work late.
"I dunno..." I answered. I had thought
of it, but I thought my powers were good enough.
"You can learn more about
your powers. You could become very powerful you know?"
My mother waved her
hand and a plate full with chocolate crisp cookies appeared. She took one.
"I
know... But I don't feel like going to an aunt I don't know."
"It's for your
own good." my mother said. She really wanted me to go.
"Ok. I'll think about
it." I said. "But don't think of that as a yes.

The next morning I got a
vision of a house. I described it to my mother and my mother told me that that
was the sign I could go to my aunt.
I went. What have I got to lose?