"NOT GOOD ENOUGH YOU USELESS BITCH!!!"The poltergeist was not pleased with Astrid's answer, growing in size, and threatening to push Astrid back down the stairs. It went from a puffy white to dingy looking gray, and it's eyes held portals to other worlds. Astrid's magic began to be tested even more. The house seemed to rise to the challenge of having witches once more in it's domain, letting out it's most pesky members.
"Tell me a secret about you dearie," the menace called out. "Give me something goooooooooooooood."
As if on cue, the song
of the same name began to fill Astrid's mind! The specter transformed into a more corporeal form, a slick black man in a pinstripe suit.
"TELL YOU WHAT I WANT!
I WANT EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT!
COME ON NOW. GIVE ME SOMETHING GOOD."
Astrid would feel the poltergeist pulling at her mind, trying to break her bracelet and tear into her very psyche.
Meanwhile, Siobhan would vaguely hear the song being played, but as if it was far away. The door opened and revealed a child's bedroom. The walls were pink, and a stack of stuffed toys were placed with care on a large brown toy chest. Posters of the Pink Ranger, Barnie, and Blue's Clues covered the walls. This didn't look like the room of a full grown woman. Sitting on a puffy pink bedspread was a woman. She looked almost exactly like Tess, beautiful blonde hair, the same piercing eyes, and slender frame. She sat holding a stuffed goat.
"I would like to be alone," she told Siobhan, not showing any malice or aggression. She sounded more annoyed and slightly inconvenienced than upset. She looked at Siobhan for a long time.
"You feel like my Tess," she observed, before returning to petting the stuffed goat.
Lacy rose and began heading towards the basement, cursing out Thestia, Siobhan, and everyone else she could think of in Spanish. Maria seemed to follow, although Lacy wasn't waiting. The door Thestia said not to open did indeed call out to her as she passed.
Let me out, it hummed, rattling against the magical bonds that held it in place. Lacy ignored it, but did jump when her protection bracelet rattled. She found the door to the basement, and watched it fling open as she approached. She expected someone to come up from the basement, and drew her firearm in anticipation. However, there was nothing. She headed down the stairs into the blackness of the cellar. The walls were made of brick, and the ceilings were low. She saw a washing machine, several brick shelves filled with cleaning products, and a few rats that scurried at her approach. The room looked unremarkable, until she saw a man hanging by his neck from a rope. His feet almost touched the ground, but it was clear that he'd known what he was doing when he killed himself. A chair was kicked to the side, and the rope was tied onto a nearby set of pipes.
The man's eyes were open and he blinked at the pair. He couldn't speak it seemed. Lacy pulled out a knife, and went to cut the rope.
