#movebabes

Today the @babes-week prompt was seance so I have a little oneshot!      

Here we goooo!!! 

Delia had decided it was a brilliant idea to try and contact the dead. Given the ‘situation’ as Charles calls it, a year ago, everyone thought it was a bad idea. But everyone also knew when Delia wanted to do something there was no convincing her otherwise. 

That’s how they found themselves at a dimly lit seance party, the Deetz family was joined by some neighbors Delia just had to invite. The Jones family consisted of the youngest, a blonde boy who seemed maybe two years older than Lydia, and two parents. A round bald man and a young-looking wife- who shared the boy’s hair color.  

All of them were seated at a dark-colored circle table. The young goth stood out amongst the others; she was the only one who didn’t look scared or wasn’t closing their eyes to ‘focus’ as Deila had stated only moments ago. Instead, a hand was over her mouth trying her hardest not to laugh, it was facing to be a difficult task as they were trying to speak some dead language Lydia assumed it was Latin or Coptic.  None of them could slightly get out a sentence. 

After they finished their seance everyone sat still for a minute or two waiting, even Lydia did though she wouldn’t admit it. Nothing happened. The house stood the same. 

 Disappointment could be felt throughout the rest of the night, which was spent talking to the Jone’s and eating finger food. The Jones family were the type of people to tell you depression could be cured by eating more vegetables or going outside more. Not Lydia’s type of people so she soon became uninterested in the conversation, therefore, she became bored to death.

 A weird feeling was in the air and as soon as Lydia took notice of this Mr.Jone’s drink turned into beetles and spiders that started crawling out of the cup and onto the table. Everyone freaked out, Delia commanded Lydia to get the bugs out of the house.

As she was gently letting them crawl out of a bowl into the backyard, that same weird feeling found its way to her. A chill found its way up her back.

 After all the bugs made their way into the grass she went back inside to endure a few more hours of torture. 

After the rest of the evening- which was spent with all the adults talking about god knows what and Lydia trying her hardest to space out and ignore them.

 She went upstairs to her room laid down on her bed and got lost in her thoughts as she often did. Tonight was no different till she felt a different presence with her, and that weird feeling coming with it watching her, studying her. A chill made its way through her back. She looked around expecting to see someone or something but found nothing. 

Failing miserably to do anything but focus on the presence she decided to go for a walk so she grabbed her camera and was off.

She walked down to an old cemetery that looked like it hadn’t been touched in years. It didn’t look abandoned, just in need of care. She could understand that. 

The falling leaves of autumn coming down made the gravestone beg to be photographed, so she did just that. 

Lydia was trying so hard to get the lens to focus on the leaves she didn’t even notice the demon that showed up leaning against a tombstone behind her for at least 5 minutes if it wasn’t for the smell of cigarette smoke that filled her nose she wouldn’t have even noticed him at all;

Lydia slowly turned around, having a feeling what-or who- her eyes would land on and didn’t know if she was ready for that.

 Once she turned around her eyes found exactly what she thought they would have. She stopped breathing, or it felt like she did. 

‘’Nice night huh babes?’’ He spoke so calmly, blowing out cigarette smoke. The goth still couldn’t breathe, much less speak, she just stood there staring. Had Deila’s seance worked? That couldn’t be true. So why the hell was he back? How was he back? She didn’t call him and was positive the Maitlands didn’t. 

‘’What’s wrong, cat got yer tongue?’’ A smirk found its way to his lips as he vanished the cigarette. His stance changed; he crossed both arms over his chest and looked at her expecting her to say something. 

‘’No, no I’m just surprised that’s all’’ She gulped. 

‘’Wahda' mean?’’ 

‘’That you have the balls to show back up again like I wanted to see you’’ He raised an eyebrow at her. He had expected her to say a lot of things that was not one of them.

‘’You can blame red for that’’ 

‘’Her seance worked?!?’’ Disbelief was strong in her features. The demon laughed. 

‘’Ha! Yeah that woman has the ability to raise the dead, real funny. I’ve been hangin’ round ya for awhile. Just thought tonight was a good one to let ya see me again’’ 

‘’ I’m glad you took it upon yourself to think I want to see you. Because I don’t’’ She fiddles with her camera pretending to adjust the shutter speed, trying to avoid eye connect.  

‘’Ya sure bout’ that? You wanna think about what I said, I’ve been watching ya for months. I’ve seen things’’ He knew this would’ve gotten to her and he was right, her cheeks got a lovely pink flush. She now went to work on ‘’fixing’’ the lens. 

 Had he seen the many sleepless nights she found herself touching herself well moaning his name? She prayed that was not what he was referring to. 

‘’What do you mean?’’ Lydia’s voice quivers as she copies the words he had said only moments ago.

 He cocks an eyebrow at her, pulls the goth by her waist into his chest. Her breath hitches, the camera drops out of her hand, she silently thanks the sling around her neck holding onto her camera.  

‘’I think you know what I mean doll’’ His voice a whisper, his hands rough against her skin, she cursed herself for wearing a crop top. The feeling of his dead hands caused shivers up her body. She didn’t have anything to say, so she stood there in his grasp inhaling his smoky and what she could only describe as old smell. Right before she could move away he vanished. He just...left. 

On the way back home Lydia tried to figure out what the fuck just happened. More importantly, would he show back up for her or just keep watching from a distance? 

That night Lydia couldn’t get to sleep, her mind racing with thoughts and not the usual ones. No matter how hard she tried he wouldn’t leave her mind. 

When she woke up the next morning surprised she slept at all, her eyes landed on her nightstand. After a closer look, she noticed a photo had been placed on top of it, one she took last night, she flipped it over to reveal very poor handwriting.

Tell Red her seance was awful.