“There are no such things as ghosts,” Ara said.
“How do you know?” Bell asked.
“I’ve never seen one.”
“That doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
“They say they can only be seen by someone who can help them… cross over or something, why would YOU see one…” added Cara, sarcastically.
“Number one: Don’t they also scare people? And number two: I see magical creatures all the time, pixies and elves, sprites and gargoyles, (I actually dated a gargoyle…) Unicorns, werewolves, leprechauns, even a dragon or two, no ghost. I’ve been here for over a thousand years; don’t you think I’d have come across at least one?”
“Right, pull the age thing on us! Yes, you’re the older sister, but you don’t know everything.”
“You’re very pushy for a witch dear…” Ara said, going back to her project dismissively, the girls finally left.
Later, turning to get a forgotten ingredient, she saw a cloud of white hovering near the wall. As she watched, first in fascination, and then growing alarm, it began to solidify, growing smaller and coming directly toward her. As it got right in front of her, a face formed, first wispy and then quite solid. A woman. Hovering, with her face directly in front of Ara’s now, she suddenly opened her mouth wider and wider until it was so large it completely engulfed Ara’s head as Ara stood there in terror. Then the whole thing was gone.
Ara sat, shaken to her very core. ‘That was a ghost,’ she thought, ‘and she looked very familiar…’
Outside, looking in the window Bell and Cara watched.
“Your sister needed to be taken down a notch,” said the ghost, “it’s not good for her to be so cocky. Please take care of her,”
“We will,” said Cara, giggling, “thanks Mum.”