Minerva looked around for the owner of the voice but didn't see anyone.
"Oh fuck" she swore as she began to realize that there were things going on around her that had nothing to do with morphine but everything to do with the house and the woods. Why she didn't see it sooner she didn't know except that she had never really believed in the supernatural and at this point in time it really didn't matter. These woods, she realized were haunted and for whatever reason, they wanted her.
Minerva remembered that on some of the television shows that she watched, the investigators tried to talk to the spirits. She remembered laughing at them and calling them idiots because they really expected the spirits to answer. Until this very minute, Minerva would have denied believing in ghosts and spirits but too much weird shit had been happening and it got worse after she came into the woods that first time.
"Ummm, Mister or Miss Ghost?" Minerva said feeling silly. "I don't know what it is you want with me but I can't help you."
Minerva waited for a response of some kind, when none came, she continued.
"Can you hear me? I can't help you."
The entity standing in front of Minerva didn't reply. He wanted to hear what else she had to say. The others started to move closer but stopped when he looked at them.
"This is bullshit!" Minerva said out loud but she tried again. She was about to ask the unseen spirits how she could help them but something stopped her, she sensed that it would be the wrong thing to say instead she asked, "What do you want?"
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Dwight was on his way back to the house when he stopped.
"What in the hell am I doing?" he asked himself. He turned around and headed back in the direction that he had just come from. Minerva was in those woods and he sure as hell wasn't going to leave her there.
"Shit!" Henry swore as he watched Dwight turn around and head back toward the oddly shaped tree. He squeezed his eyes shut and concentrated on the tree several feet in front of Dwight and made the branch fall in front of him. It startled Dwight but only slowed him down for a moment, Henry vanished to the where Sadie and Aaron stood talking.
"Sir! The man, he's on his way back!"
Aaron, rolled his eyes, vanished and intercepted Dwight.
"Dwight! I am Aaron Richards lord of the house and these woods, I command you to go to the house and stay there until I call for you."
Aaron watched as Dwight tried to fight the command and then finally gave up. Aaron felt badly for him but he needed to concentrate all of his efforts on Minerva and getting her out of the woods. Aaron waited until he was sure that Dwight wasn't going to turn around again before going back to the misshapen tree, he couldn't afford any more distractions.
"Henry, what do you know about this place?" Aaron asked.
"Not much sir." Henry replied. "I don't come back here much but it's like Sadie here says, it's supposed to be an Indian burial ground and supposedly a place where they hung people black and white both."
As much as he wanted to get Minerva out, Aaron wasn't about to go rushing into the clearing without knowing who or what he was dealing with. He knew that he was going to have to go into the clearing at some point because he knew that calling whatever it was out wouldn't work unless it was going to benefit it somehow, but still he would try.
"My name is Aaron Richards, I am lord of the house and these woods, I command you to show yourself!"
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The entity looked away from Minerva and looked toward the sound of Aaron's voice. After several seconds he chuckled and turned his attention back to Minerva who was still sitting on the ground in the same spot. He didn't speak to her again and commanded the others to maintain their silence as he had no desire for her to be driven insane just yet.
Millicent approached the entity with caution; he as well as Aaron could banish anyone that he wasn't pleased with. The only exception to that was Aaron and only because Aaron owned the woods and the house.
"Sebastian, may I speak?" she asked with a reverence that was rare for her.
"You may."
"I must warn you, do not underestimate Aaron Richards." Millicent said. "While it is true that he is new to his power, it is power that he has always had and never really cared about until the woman came along. He cares for her and that is his greatest strength, he just doesn't know it yet."
"Are you saying that he is more powerful than I that I need your warnings?"
"N...no." Millicent stammered. "I was just informing you." she added nervously.
"Since you seem to be full of so much information," Sebastian said, "what do you know about this woman? Why does he care for her so much?" he asked.
"Nothing really and why he cares for her? I don't know." Millicent replied. "I didn't think it important enough to concern you with."
Sebastian grabbed Millicent by her arms and shook her, "It isn't your place to determine what I would think of as being important!" he said and threw her on the ground.
Millicent scooted back toward the other spirits and stood up. She had come to hate Sebastian as much as she had once loved him. The closer he came to getting what he wanted the crueler he had become but now he wanted Aaron's woman too. She saw it in the way he looked at her, he meant for the woman to replace her when he got what he wanted.
Sebastian looked at Minerva and sat down next to her, she would do well as a partner he thought as he reached to touch a braid that had worked its way loose from the ponytail that she had just fixed. He felt her sexuality and knew that she was a very passionate woman unlike Millicent who held still maintained the opinions of sex that were common for their day. He watched as his finger passed through the braid and tried to make his finger more solid so that he could feel it, becoming frustrated when he failed.
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Minerva suddenly shuddered; she had just experienced the most repulsive feeling. She looked around again and decided that she was leaving the clearing, she couldn't stay here. She got up to her feet wincing at the pain in her ankle which had finally settled down some, her wrist however, was another matter; she would kill for a shot of morphine.
She headed in the direction that she thought she came from and stopped, it was completely overgrown. It didn't take her long to realize that she was trapped within the clearing. Minerva fought back her panic and wondered where Dwight was. It occurred to her once again that she wasn't hearing any of the nocturnal sounds of the woods; she sat down again, this time on a log to weigh her options.
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