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New Orleans was grand this time of year. The weather was dreary for late February, the overcast skies almost made her long for some sunshine.

People celebrating in the streets, Jazz and Cajun music on every corner, everybody preparing for the Mardi Gras celebration of 1928. Unfortunately, the only good the Mardi Gras did for me was pump up business. "Queen Marie," I liked to call myself, a fortune teller. I told people their fortunes, let them talk to spirits, but honestly? it's all hogwash.

I took a stroll to my preferred magic store, "Hex Eight," and walked in and started to browse the new wares recently stocked. I stopped to look around the store almost daily, searching for special "potions" to give to my customers. Some let them talk to their dead loved ones longer, others made them see their "future."
Today, though, I thought she might splurge and buy what was called a "love potion." I have no idea if it would actually work, but I figured a customer would pay top dollar for it. Maybe even $5! The small bottle full of grey liquid was curious; it smelled of sulfur and ash, nothing remotely close to love. Though it appeared as nothing but a solution of little importance, I bought it anyway.


"Ostende nobis, o Plutonis. Possumus dignum et vade in pace!? Spiritus habitabunt cum nobis!" I chant, faster and bolder each time. The man who wished to speak to his late wife shuddered. His face turned pale, shaking all the more violently, when he stilled with eyes and mouth wide open. Her ghost was being filtered through his mouth. Hello, darling. Her voice spoke in our heads, her glistening form motioning along with her words all the while. "H- H- Hannah, darling." His voice shook, eyes glued on her. What's wrong, Jonathan? Do you not love me anymore? "Ye- yes, dear." YOU DON'T LOVE ME?!? Her voice thundered, her form growing, turning a bright blue. "NO, no no no no, dear! I love you! Always!" His face determined otherwise. He was terrified - horrified even, of his wife's new form. He squirmed so much his wooden chair fell over, and he didn't even notice. Dear... kiss me. Facing her on all fours, he backed away as she headed for him. Please. Come closer... He reached the wall. He scrambled to open the second-floor window when she reached him. Somehow her form partially solidified and she grabbed his forearm, roughly pinning him against the red curtains. I watched in silence as her head reared impossibly far back, demon-like teeth forming from the mist. Now glowing deathly green, she bit him in the mouth. "Ahhhhhh!!!!" A gargling noise came from his seizing figure on the floor. From across the room I saw a thick, dark liquid fall out of the corner of his mouth, eyes pinned on me. "You... did this." He sputtered, resulting in a small group of deep crimson droplets onto my area rug. "No. You wanted to do this," I stated, rising. "You demanded to speak to her, and all she wants now is for you to be with her. Go!" With a flick of the hand he was gone, blood spatters and all.

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