Chloe entered the shop with a heavy heart. The man with Santa’s beard greeted her with
unusal warmth. Today he was dressed in a
white linen tunic that reminded her of a monk.
“Well well, looks who’s
here! How was your night?”
“Uh, not so good. I don’t know how to tell you this…so I’m just
going to say it. I-” her voice failed
and her eyes filled with water.
“Oh what’s wrong
girly?!”
“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I- I don’t know what happened, well first there
was this noise. Then this shadow…”
“Listen, I’m gonna cut
ya off right there- I’m sorry, I forgot your name.” He said, coming around the
counter.
“It’s Chloe. Uh, about Ninja…like I said, there was this
shadow…and and”
“Ssshhh. You know, I had the strangest morning. I woke up to a scratching noise. And do you know what it was?” He asked, his
blue eyes shining.
“A blood thirsty
monster with entrails hanging from its hands?” she offered, she was still
fighting the tears over the loss of the cat.
He laughed a laugh that chased her gloom away.
“Girl, let me get you a
cup of tea, we have a lot to talk about.”
He grasped her shoulder and steered her to the back of the store. The scent of sandalwood invaded her nostrils
as she walked through a beaded curtain.
“Listen kiddo. Don’t worry about Ninja. But I think we have bigger problems. But first, I have a terrible question for
you…” his voice trailed as he poured the steaming water over some dark leaves
which reminded Chloe of dead worms. She
shook her head at the morbid thought wondering where such a dark thought had
come from. Not knowing how to continue
the conversation, she wrapped her hands around the cup letting the tea warm her
hands. She felt his eyes on her, but she
didn’t look up to meet them,. She sat at
the rickety table and studied the intricate pattern of the 1970’s carpet. The tears were still trying to escape from
her eyes as she replayed the night over and over again. He grasped her shoulder again and lightly
squeezed, then he sat down loudly sipped his tea. Still refusing to speak, she sipped hers and
moved her eyes up to study the paisley wallpaper. He cleared his throat again, then began,
“this is my strange question- for the life of me I can’t remember your
name.” She shot her eyes to meet his and
burst out laughing. It was so
absurd. She had burst into his store,
told him about an evil ghost, asked to borrow a cat, then she lost the cat- the
events all seemed to ludicrous, and yet he didn’t even know her name.
“I’m sorry, I really
am- it’s just so funny. It really
is! I am so insanely scared, I can’t
even sleep in my own apartment any more…and wow. You don’t even know my name. And you know the best part? I don’t even know yours!” She said, half talking half laughing. She gulped at her tea and tried to control
her growing hysteria.
“Are you going to tell
me? Also, let me get you some chamomile,
you seem tense.” He said, his eyes still shining.
“Well, since we have
made no progress, I’ll go first, my name is Ziggy. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He stood up and began pulling down glass
bottles.
“Sorry. I’m Chloe.
Nice to meet you too. Thank
you. You seem nice. But I have to talk to you about Ninja…” As if on cue, she heard a noise which could
only be made by a feline. Ninja
sauntered into the room and jumped up on the table. Torn between dismay and happiness, Chloe just
stared in wonder.
“Wha- Ninja!” She blinked and hugged him. He squirmed and pulled away from her.
“Yeah, funny
story. As I was trying to tell you
earlier…I heard this scratching noise, and it was him. He looked rather spooked.” Ziggy explained as he picked up the cat. Ninja leaned his head towards him, then he
jumped down.
“Oh I can’t tell you
how happy I am he’s here! I was so
scared that he was gone for good. And-
and then shadow…” she began stammering again, the tears hadn’t fully retreated.
“Okay, okay, just calm
down. Now tell me, what happened last
night?” He asked. Chloe recounted the episode for what seemed
like the millionth time, she was proud of herself for not shedding a tear. She drank some more tea and was surprised by
how calm she was becoming.
“Okay my dear, here’s
what you need to do.” He advised closing his pale eyes and placing his soft,
leathery hand over hers. “You need to surround yourself with
protection.”
“Protection?”
“Yes. You need amber, fire agate and black tourmaline. We’ll make an elixir from these.”
“Okay, sounds
good. How do we do that?” She asked,
hopeful and trying to be skeptical.
“Well, we have to
release the energy from the crystals. To
do that, put the stones in a clear bowl and let the natural sunlight pour
though the water. Then, in twelve hours,
you only need to drink about a cup.”
“A cup? That’s it?
And the spirit or whatever will leave me alone?”
“It should. If not, come back and see me.”
Chloe stared at the
liquid with a mixture of hope and curiosity.
She drank the lukewarm water and tried to keep down the chalky tasting
substance. She did feel different. Warm.
Safe. Calm. She smiled and crawled into bed. She closed her eyes and let sleep overtake
her. No
dreams, not tonight no dreams.
Please. Just let me sleep. Let this work, let me be safe…she prayed
to no one in particular.
An hour later Chloe was
ripped from her quiet solitude with a stabbing pain in her abdomen. She felt the bile rising the back of her
throat. Oh no! No! Damnit I just washed the sheets!! She lunged herself into the bathroom just in
time to make her deposit into the toilet.
Yellow liquid escaped from her mouth as she heaved uncontrollably. “Seriously?
This is what I get?!” She called into toilet. Uncontrollable tears escaped from her
eyes. When her stomach stopped
constricting, she took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. “It’s not fair…”she sobbed. She reached out into the air and tried to
stand up, when she felt her fingers brush something. She didn’t notice the temperature decrease or
that her door didn’t close all the way. Perhaps puking out all the stone water
wasn’t the best idea. She reached
out again and brushed the air. Yes,
there was something there. She ignored
the warning sirens now screaming throughout her body. There was a heavy breath on her neck. Trying to steady her pounding heart she
leaned towards the breath, no, I can’t
run away- that would be too easy Let’s
just check it out, what’s the worst that could happen? The breathing didn’t move. She reached out and tried to trace out the
figure in the air. She heard the
growling, it was to her right, the figure to the left and something in the
center. She closed her eyes and forced
herself to stand up. The unseen figures
seemed to move with her. Her legs
reminded her of overcooked pasta, her arms felt as though titanium had been
injected in her veins. She was
dizzy. The world spun around her. It’s
okay, it’s going to be okay- they haven’t hurt me yet…if I can just make it to
the living room…focus. Floor, walls…is
that heat? Did it get warmer in
here? Wasn’t it just cold? What’s going on? “W-wha ar ya doin’?” she heard herself
slur. Spots danced before her eyes as
she took one unsteady step after another.
After what seemed like a hike up Everest, she finally
made it to the living room. Her unseen
entourage adding concealed weight. She
saw the chunk of amber sitting on the table near her pile of bills and
ads. The amber stone reminded of a prize
from an Indian Jones movie. The temperature fluctuations were causing her
nose to run and her eyes to sting. Never
had so many rebellious tears disobeyed direct orders to stay inside as they had
for the past week. After what seemed
like another hour she reached out and grabbed the amber. As she made contact with fossilized tree sap
the noticed the weight lessen. She
sighed and clutched the stone with all her might. The growling became louder and made her skin
crawl; however she was no longer feeling the breathing on her face. Well,
at least the guy had part of that potion right.
She leaned against the wall and asleep holding the stone.