WHO: Tamra Smith WHAT: GODDAMN GHOSTS WHERE: Home WHEN: Thursday, before the forgetfulness.
Her circle would hold of that Tamra was certain. The magicks that had been worked this night weren't her own though they were familiar and the use of them made her blood boil. Someone had gone through a lot of trouble to summon these ghosts and while her potential enemies were damn near limitless there was only a small handful capable of such a working.
Standing at her window a cup of tea cradled in her hands Tamra counted the number of ghosts gathering at the edge of her property.
Ten, eleven, twelve...
There numbers would grow larger before the night was through and that kept Tamra inside. The uneasy spirits of her victims resisted every attempt she made to banish them and while Tamra would have just gone back to sleep Satana's temper had flared.
She'd let the conjurer have this night but once the spell was broken and the ghosts dismissed it would be her turn and right now she had all the time in the world to work her magic.