"Burn that damned doll, Erin."
"Are you sure that's a smart idea? You and I could burst into flames."
"Shit! You're right! Bury it then."
"Not a bad idea." Erin looks at Cotton sitting at their feet. Erin, Kyra, Eerie Barker, and his son Elijah had relocated to the front yard feeling safer about things after their encounters in the woods. Eerie was still recovering from his possession, as well as his bruised ego, namely his scrotum. His son was forced to basically punch him in the nuts to break the spell that had him destroying poor Kyra even after the deceased voodoo priestess Bambia had lifted away from her host. Kyra was still walking funny but feeling pretty darn good after some of the best sex she had ever had. It was like she could hear James Brown in her head, singing It Feels Good.
Cotton with Brimley Stone's ghost inhabiting her poodle took Erin's hint and began digging. Seeing how pathetic her tiny paws were doing Benjamin Parrish within the Great Dane Scooby Boo took over to quadruple the depth that Brimley was achieving. At two feet deep Erin called it. "Good enough dad." A glance at Kyra's pearly whites and glossy gaze before burying the doll Erin could almost hear James Brown say, "Can you dig it." Weird how close their thoughts were being such good friends. She hoped burying this doll did not suffocate them.
"Dad?" Eerie winced over Erin's speaking to her dog as she had, "Do I even want to know?" This entire situation was more than he could handle but he was sticking by the ladies who helped protect his son. Not only that but he was smitten by Kyra, who didn't seem to hold any grudge, hugging on to his arm for comfort. It was nice to have a lady friend again, whether it went beyond that it was just too soon to tell. That, and there were obviously things to learn about his ancestry in ways he could have never predicted. Pride took over. Just seeing his childhood hat on Elijah made him smile. What comes around comes around again. Boomerang!
"My dad's ghost is within Scooby Boo here. Cotton there has Brimley Stone's."
"Wait! What? Brimley's still... her funeral is the day after tomorrow at 4 PM, Kindly Funeral Home in Belltower. I got word to her daughter; she will be there. Ummm? She inquired about the poodle. She might want to take it in." Cotton immediately sat up on his rear and put his dirty front paws together as if begging Erin not to let her daughter take her. Elijah sensing her distraught spoke up.
"Can I have a dog dad?" Not quite what was expected in Brimley's defense.
"We'll see son."
"You will, I'm blind remember."
"HaHa! You're hilarious. Keep your thinking cap on and hush a spell." Elijah did quiet down once Kyra patted his shoulder. The three of them huddling close felt like family. Heck, everyone here in attendance had an amazing connection now. All save one lonely soul. Erin knew this and paused to extend an opened hand to the newest ghost on the property. Taking her hand meant everything to Rosalita Montoya. Not only was her former spirit released as a safeguard to protect her children, but she could also now make physical contact just as Genevieve's boys could.
Before the sigil deportation then return to Souillon House at the unwitting hands of the witch Agnes Bloom, Rosalita was bound to the afterlife without such an ability to touch or better yet inhabit another. At this moment she was just happy to be accepted by Erin, she whom protected her children. A tight grip held; Erin knelt in front of the hole dug by Scooby Dad. "Here I lay us down to sleep, of the Lord our souls to keep." Laying the doll within the dugout she began covering it with dirt. The second the doll was completely covered both Kyra and Erin lost their breath and began gasping. So much for hoping they weren't digging their own graves.
Brimley within Cotton immediately realized their error and dropped into the hole to dig the doll back out and carefully lift it up into the air shaking it about. The ladies found breathing much easier. "There goes that idea." Erin coughed, her eyes tearing up. She even felt Rosalita rubbing her back as if to comfort her. "This stupid doll is freaking invincible. Whatever spell it has on it has us bound to it in every way." Lifting her necklace Erin winced, "Show me the way to be rid of this Gemma."
"Uhhh? Erin?" Kyra pointed at the hole to see the blockade sigil hovering ground level over the hole. Just as fast as if a wave of expanding energy the blue light spread out over the entire yard showcasing the spell of containment. It was as if the whole property was one humongous sigil, then it completely faded from sight. The spell rejected the voodoo taint within it. "The boys can't go out back, only the front yard. The slaves cannot go into the front yard or the house. That doll was designed by the slaves so that means it can only be buried in the back."
"Where they can get a hold of it again." Erin grumbled. "This is not good guys."
"Yo, Erin!" Eerie stepped around Kyra and Elijah, "Can I see the doll?"
"Don't go turning us on." She withheld it with a sneer and a point.
"Pretty sure I can do that without the doll." He chuckled. "Out in the woods when I put my finger up inside the loose threads of the doll something jabbed my finger and drew blood. I have a hunch it was my blood offering that started the full-on possession. That means there's a needle inside this thing."
"To be used to stab the doll?"
"He is a doll." Kyra giggled. "Sorry! Just an observation." Elijah laughed at her jest. Erin then passed the doll over to Eerie. Careful handling it he used his pinky to try and peel the cloth aside enough to try peering into the unsewn portion. Erin and Kyra were already feeling their pussies heat up and tingle at his slightest interaction with the intimate area on the doll where their pubes were mystically bound to the material.
"Hard to see a needle but there is something else up here, but my fingers are too big to get at it. If I do go digging, you gals will be making a scene again."
"The ragdoll is kind of stiff in certain areas." Erin nodded, "I just took that as it being the bones so to speak, the frame to hold the doll in its formation."
"Could be but... " Plucked out of Eric's hand the doll hovered in the air before him, his jaw dropping, "What's going on?"
"Rosalita has it."
"Who?" The Barker's had not been introduced to the Montoya's or their passenger Vienna Edwards as of yet, let alone their mother.
"I'll get to that in a few minutes. Long story. I just felt we needed to concentrate on this first. Long story short Rosalita Montoya? Eerie Barker. Eerie? Rosalita." He felt a pat on his hand that gave him the shakes. "Calm down Big Guy, she's a friend." Like Eerie had, Rosalita turned the doll as if searching it over. Her fingers not being flesh and blood or bone were capable of a tender approach. Digging within the unsewn hole the ladies didn't feel a thing other than a floating sensation akin to sea sickness. Threads popping to the rear of the doll the ghost gently removed the needle and brought it out into the open air. That needle was dropped into the hole. The second it hit Eerie felt sick to his stomach and turned away bending over to vomit.
