Vree’s Journal Entry 3

More about My Maternal Grandmother:

“I was nine years old, down on the backside of Alice Lake, fishing with my dad one summer day,” Grandma Lybrook told me when I found out that lightning had struck her too. We sat side by side at my mom’s kitchen table, drinking herbal tea. “I never knew what happened until after I awoke in my dad’s arms,” she said. “He was crying, and he nearly broke me in half when he hugged me.” Grandma tightened her embrace around my shoulders. “I still remember my confusion and the pain after I was struck. The lightning had burned my back where it hit me. I was numb and couldn’t walk, so my dad carried me to his truck and drove me home. For several weeks, I had strange dreams and I thought I saw ghosts. I even saw a strange-looking dog prowling the grounds.”

“Was it big and black with red eyes and knobby horns above its eyes?”

Grandma loosened her embrace. “You too, huh? Well, I’d always thought it was a vision caused by my brain healing from the lightning. I stopped seeing it a few weeks later. I stopped seeing ghosts and having strange dreams too.”

“Don’t you find it odd that we were both struck by lightning and started seeing them?” I asked.

“It’s all part of the healing process.” Grandma said.

Later, a white crow who says his name is Luken, appeared to me. I began seeing Luken not long after lightning struck me. He speaks to me telepathically. He claims to know things about my grandma, Evelyn Lybrook. He told me the following:

There Are Witches In Ridgewood:

Once upon a time, a warlock named Trevor Bettencourt lost his magic. Most witches of the Allegheny clans that Trevor was born to, begin to lose their magic at around the age of 50 and are usually powerless when they reach their sixties. Trevor, however, was only 33 when his magic died after diagnosed with chronic fatigue syndrome (also known as myalgic encephalomyelitis), a debilitating fatigue that made his daily tasks impossible. After regaining some physical and mental strength, he settled in New Cambridge and operated a bookstore near the university campus. One day, he met my grandma, who was a freshman college student, and saw magic in her but did not approach her about it and spoke little about it to her. Fear and anxiety shrouded her magic, which he dared not activate.

Grandma Evelyn moved off campus and lived with Trevor at his apartment above his bookstore where she worked. At 19, she gave birth to a son—Quinn Bettencourt. Three years later, she graduated New Cambridge University with a degree in primary teaching. That same year, her parents stopped answering her phone calls. She and Trevor found her dad’s body in his mansion, frozen to death, and her mom’s body at the bottom of cliffs behind the mansion. Trevor pretended to call the police because he knew someone had used magic to kill my grandma’s parents. He called the local witch’s council then took my distraught grandma to the apartment to rest.

That evening, Quinn broke a lamp while running through the apartment after my grandma told him not to. When she sent him to his room as punishment, Quinn struck back with uncontrolled magic that almost killed her. During her recuperation at the hospital, Trevor called on Phoebe, his eldest daughter from a prior marriage, to cast a spell that erased my grandma’s memory of the incident, her love for him, and everything about Quinn. Phoebe also erased her memory of finding her parents dead. She planted a false memory of them vacationing in the Bahamas. When they didn’t return from vacation, Grandma Evelyn called the authorities who presumed they had perished in a plane accident at sea.

Trevor sent Quinn to France to reside with Phoebe, sold his store, and bought my grandma’s mansion on Myers Ridge, which became headquarters for a short time while he and the witch’s council hunted for a murderer. Meanwhile, my grandma met a young architect named Jack Lybrook and fell in love. She was 22.

Since then, Trevor became an author on local history. He, married local artist and author Ademia Savakis, and took in his son Quinn who has become Ridgewood’s leading doctor and surgeon at Ridgewood Mercy Hospital.

I was startled to find this out, and I’m upset that I have no one to talk to about it. I wonder if my secret uncle remembers his mother. I wonder what trouble I would stir up if I visited Trevor and Quinn and told them what I know.

Journal Entry 4

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Steve Campbell

I am an artist and indie-author. I draw and paint wildlife art, draw cartoons, and write paranormal fantasy fiction.

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