Oubliette: Orientation – part 11

Note: This story is a part of a larger series of short stories and flash fiction. You can find these stories on the Oubliette home page.

There was a knock on the door. Grace looked up from her homework and towards the front door. She stood up and ambled towards the door. When she reached the door, whoever was waiting knocked again with more force. She pushed the curtains aside and looked through the window.

A couple people stood in front of the door; a man and a woman. The man was about in his middle 30s but he was bald. He wore a black suit with a white shirt and red tie. He had a scowl chiseled into his face. The woman stood next to him. Like him, she wore a black business suit.

Grace cracked the door and peered out.

“Ms. Martin?”

“Yes?”

Both of the black-clad individuals on the porch flashed a badge, “We’re from the FBI. Can we come in and talk?”

As soon as the woman said this, a flash of heat shot through Grace. Linda called her earlier in the week about the FBI visiting Pete about Griswold. Even though she knew that was the most logical reason for this visit, something still did not seem right.

“Y… Yes. Is there something wrong?”

As she opened the door, the agents walked into the house without saying anything. The woman motioned for Grace to have a seat on the couch which she did without any question. The man still had a scowl on his face.

The woman spoke first, “I am Special Agent Mara Martinez and this is Agent Owen Wood. We’re investigating a video that your ghost hunting group posted.”

“I know. I can assure that I don’t know anything about that girl.”

“Do you know the whereabouts of Mr. Wilson?”

“No, I haven’t seen him since Saturday.”

A moment of silence followed her answer. Grace began to feel uncomfortable as Mara stared at her. As Grace watched the agent, she concluded that Mara was carefully considering her next question. Grace glanced at the man. He was still scowling and Grace began to wonder if his face was always like that.

“Was there something else?”

Mara sighed, “Okay, I’m not going to play games with you. We know what you’ve been doing and what you did Saturday night.”

Grace got an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. These agents knew about the séance. How could they have known? Linda told her that Pete had the cameras.

“I’m sorry… What do you mean?”

The man spoke up, “We saw the summoning circle and we found a camera, Ms. Martin. You’ve been practicing witchcraft.”

Mara added, “You opened a door and something came through and it got Mr. Wilson.”

Grace leaned forward and began to stare at the floor. They were right. Everything that she feared was true and they knew. Her vision became blurry as tears welled up in her eyes. She shook her head as she began to sob.

“Am I under arrest?” she asked.

Grace could feel the gaze of Mara on her as she said, “If I had my way, I would.”

Mara continued, “This was unintentional and I’m supposed to give you a second chance.”

Grace turned her head and looked at Mara, “Unintentional… that doesn’t help Griz any.”

Mara shook her head, “No, it doesn’t.”

Mara paused and added, “I am going to need your book of shadows.”

“My what?”

“The notebook where you wrote your spells. We saw it in the video.”

Grace wanted to argue but chose not to, “That? Sure.”

Grace stood and tottered to the bookshelf. The notebook was between a couple books; almost hiding in plain sight. She pulled it out and handed it to Mara. Grace watched as Mara’s eyes widened as she flipped through the book.

“A bit of advice Ms. Martin… Stop practicing witchcraft while you still can.”

Mara held the notebook in Grace’s face, “Power like this can be addicting and you are on a dangerous path. I don’t think you would want to see someone else get hurt.”

Grace stood in silence as the agents turned and headed towards the door.

As Mara went through the door, Grace heard her say, “Thank you for your cooperation.”

Grace crept to the front door. As she locked it, she looked out the window. The agents were sitting in a black car. She watched as they pulled away and out of view. Before she had a chance to pull the curtain back, she noticed a black antique truck started and followed the agents.

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