The Rital

The Ritual
By
Susan Waterflower Bell
Sequel to ‘Heart to Heart’

The old house had seen better days that was for sure. The roof was starting sag in places and the once fire engine red bricks had long since started to show signs of wear from the passing of years and the cycle of seasons. Ivy green mildew now covered a good bit of the brick walls.

The yard too showed signs of ill care the tall dark brown grass swaying in the late autumn wind. Old rusted bike wheels and a host of other trashy treasures littered the lawn. Bones possible the leftovers from chicken fried chicken meal lay scatted around the broken sidewalk.  The cobblestone walk way too, something that once might have been the crowning jewel of the house now lay broken with many of its brown square stones overturned, chipped and even covered in mossy mildew.

“If there was ever a haunted house this might be one of them.” Said Susan appearing from the dark night. The young women was dressed in a simple outfit. A White and Pink hoodie worn over a long sleeve white blouse. The blouse was tucked into the waistline of a double layered cotton navy skirt. Oversized white socks paired with pink and white sneakers completed her outfit.

“Trust me its not haunted.” Called a voice from behind her. Once the source of the voice stepped into a halo of light cast a over hanging street lamb. The soft yellow light revealed the frame of a petite girl around the same age and height as Susan. Her soft butter cream face was framed by long locks of flowing Sapphire Blue hair.