This was written for the first week of the Ghouls Galore Challenge. The prompts were:
The book was ancient, the pages yellowed and curling at the edges, the leather bindings cracked beyond repair. But Crazy Meg had said that it held the answer to their problems, and despite being, as the name suggested, crazy, she did seem to be the authority on such things.
There was only one problem: reading it. Not only was it written in some form of Old English, but every other line seemed to have been written backwards, which made interpreting it a monumentally difficult task. As the eldest, Sarah had ‘volunteered’ for the challenge, and after hours of scrutinising the lines of cramped handwriting, she had finally cracked it.
“I’ve got it!” She exclaimed, a sigh of pure satisfaction escaping her lips as she collapsed back in her chair. “It’s a poltergeist!”
Michael and Ben exchanged a worried glance, unsure as to why their sister looked so relieved.
“Sarah?” Ben asked in a timid voice. “Aren’t poltergeists supposed to be evil vengeful spirits?”
“That’s a common misconception.” Sarah responded, in the voice which she reserved for correcting her younger brothers. “Many poltergeists are simply mischievous. Only a few turn out to be murderous.”
“Oh, only a few?” Michael said faintly. “That makes me feel so much better. Is there any way to get rid of it?”
“Exorcism.” Sarah replied immediately. “But it doesn’t say here how to do one, and you know what that means…”
The three siblings sighed in unison.
“We have to go back to Crazy Meg’s.”