John seemed annoyed that I had sent him into the mental asylum, if I had any other choice I wouldn’t have bothered him but I didn’t.
He said Richard was a dead lead essentially and wanted to tie the spirit, whoever he was to the Owens’ old house.
Considering this spirit could be hundreds of years old and it could be difficult to find their identity it was a good alternative to salting and burning the bones but if some stupid kids decided to go exploring the abandoned house they could still get possessed by the spirit. If the government decided to put the land back on the market, someone bought it to refurbish or build things on it and people moved into it could cause problems but the land had been abandoned for fifty-nine years so the chance of that happening for a while was slim.
The house was out in the country and the government was more focused on building the cities then the farmland in the middle of nowhere.
“Fine, we’ll do it. Are you going to help me? I’m used to salting and burning spirits not binding them,” I reply.
“Alright, I’ll help you but after you bloody well better leave me alone,” he replies.
“Yeah, I will,” I answer.
“We need to go get Raymond first and hold a séance, you need three people to do that to summon the spirit to the location,” he continues.
“Raymond better not have to do anything too complicated, if he messes this up the soul will go free and continue killing,” I reply.
“We just need him, he doesn’t have to do a bloody thing,” he continues.
We drove back to Raymond’s house, I hadn’t seen him since the crime scene, he was probably wondering where I was because I had left city hall without telling him.
I entered the house. Raymond was standing in front of the couch in the living room and Danon was giving him this blank look. It was an odd look; one I’d never seen him give anyone.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
“Danon’s been bullying kids at school,” Raymond explained.
Bullying? Danon was one of the most-timid kids I’d ever seen, that didn’t sound like him.
Kate was sitting with her head in her hands in a chair to the side of the couch.
“Can you have this discussion later? We need you,” I inquire.
“Kate, don’t let him go anywhere. When I come back we’ll talk about your punishment,” he continues talking to Danon, eyeing him.
He follows me out the front door of the house to where John is waiting by his car.
“What is he doing here?” Raymond asks.
I don’t know why Raymond didn’t like John; maybe he sensed the con-man in him.
“He’s helping me with the parent-murder case,” I reply.
“We weren’t able to find the spirit’s identity but we want to bind it to the first victim’s old house, it’s abandoned, the spirit will only be able to possess whoever enters the house, the house in the middle of nowhere and in terrible condition so I highly doubt anyone will buy it. We need three people to hold a séance to summon the spirit,” I continue.
“So, you asked me?” Raymond questions.
“Everyone else was busy, mate,” John jokes.
Raymond eyes him.
“What do I need to do?” he asks.
“You don’t need to do anything, we just need three people to hold a séance,” John informs him. “I’ll do the summoning.”
“Okay,” Raymond replies.
He joins us in the car and we drive to the Owens’ old farm. The property is covered in orange and yellow, dying leaves. A stump with an axe embedded in it sits out front.
Richard used that axe to kill his parents.
John leads me and Raymond inside. He leads us to the living room and peaks into the other rooms to make sure we’re alone. There’s a dried brownish-red spot on the old floorboards. Blood.
“This is the room where the murders occurred, we’ll do it here,” John informs.
Raymond eyes him again.
John sits down on the floor.
“We all have to hold hands, and don’t break the circle until I’m done reciting the ritual, okay?” John tells us.
“Sure,” I reply.
We take each other’s hands and close our eyes.
“Oh, clever spirit of the dead. Invader of flesh and traveler through time, we present you offerings from life into death and invite you into our circle. Move among us!” John speaks to the creaky old house, “Cursed spirit of the dead, spiller of blood, destroyer of families. We command you into our circle. Move among us! Now!”
We wait a few seconds and nothing happens.
“Uh, John, are you sure you did it right?” I question.
“Something’s not right, that should have worked. We must be missing something,” John replies.
Raymond’s phone starts ringing.
He takes it out and looks at the caller ID.
“It’s Kate,” he tells us and answers.