Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 278

Chapter 278: All rationality gone.

“I didn’t do anything, give me back my pendant, what are you doing?” Mackie screamed but Phoebe did not respond to her.

In fact, she tuned out the screams of the woman completely. All the threats she was making about the police and begging Eliza to stop Phoebe fell on deaf ears.

Phoebe turned around and exposed the pendant to Liza,

“Give me a few seconds and i will explain this to you.”

She wanted to study the talisman first as it was new to her eyes. it was one of those that could be opened. The baby trinket itself emanated evil, intricate small lines were drawn into its surface.

It was golden in color but the runes were red, and under the candle light, glowed eerily.

The Saxon spirit hovered over Phoebe’s shoulder, taking a closer look at the talisman. “I never thought i would ever actually see a surrogacy talisman, not just that but this is a talisman within a talisman.”

Normally, in such a pendant you would find a picture of a loved one but in this case, there was a talisman inside. It was a paper talisman with some symbols written in red and black.

Phoebe could still smell the faint scent of dry human blood. While the paper talisman looked old, the blood had been recently reinforced.

“What is a surrogacy talisman?” she asked the Saxon spirit.

The spirit moved away from Phoebe slightly, a book appeared in its hands and the pages turned on their own. It was the book on talismans which Phoebe had been familiarizing herself with.

The right page was found and the spirit showed it to Phoebe.

“It has another name, a womb of shadows. It is said to possess the power to transfer the essence of an unborn child from one womb to another. The little lines on the pendant are actually threads that have traces of children’s umbilical cords.”

The pages turned again and the spirit showed Phoebe a different page with symbols familiar to those on the paper.

“I am more familiar with this one, it’s a life transfer, she basically used two talismans to steal the life of Eliza’s children, one must be a back up. That’s how determined she was to get her way. I thought demons were disgusting but she is so much worse.”

Phoebe blinked at the mention of demons and chose to skip over it as it was not the matter at hand. Rage swelled up within her as she looked at Mackie that was still screaming.

Raising one hand, Phoebe slapped her across the cheek. She put a lot of energy into the slap, almost breaking Mackie’s jaw.

The slap stunned Mackie into silence, but for Phoebe, a single slap was not enough. She raised her hand and slapped her again, taking turns between hitting the left and right cheek of the woman.

After ten slaps, Mackie’s cheeks were red and swollen, blood was pouring from the sides of her mouths.

Phoebe pulled one of her arms, the one which Connie was holding and she looked at her palms. Mackie tried to pull the hand away but it was useless, Phoebe was just as strong as the ghosts.

A voice emerged from Phoebe’s mouth, it was deep and guttural, loud and explosive. It echoed through the room, adding an air of spookiness to the dimly lit room. The shadows of the candles dancing on the walls and the powerful overwhelming smell of incense, together with the voice sent chills down the spines of the humans in the room.

“You are barren, your womb is empty, you should not have children. You have used dark magic to change your destiny, death should be your punishment. Go to hell and spend the rest of your life atoning for your sin.”

Phoebe dropped Mackie’s right hand and grabbed her throat, squeezing really tight.

“Pheebs.” Grandma Mayfair shouted.

The Saxon spirit moved faster and it shoved Mackie away, liberating her from the enraged murderous Phoebe. The spirit slapped Phoebe’s chest, arousing pain from inside. It was similar to throwing a basin of cold water in her face and it was enough to wake Phoebe up, returning her sanity.

“Have you lost your mind?” The spirit questioned.

Phoebe looked through the spirit and she set her eyes on Mackie. The woman was now sitting on the ground, her hair was disheveled and her face pale white. She had a big bump on her forehead that had formed when hit the wall after the spirit shoved her away from Phoebe.

“She killed children.” Phoebe conveyed.

Her voice was raw, packed with so much emotion. All of the anger she had been saving to deal with Ruth and her helper just rushed out of her in waves.

“What gives her the right to live after killing my children?” She questioned harshly.

Her utterances surprised those that were listening, puzzling them. Whose children was Phoebe talking about? Their simple minds chalked it up to a mistake, it was not her children but Liza’s children.

The Saxon spirit put her hands around Phoebe’s shoulders and shook her with strength.

“Wake up!” she ordered.

The voice of the spirit was soft but it had strength, like a thunderstorm. The Saxon spirit sent Phoebe into the space and imprisoned her in there momentarily. When it came to children, Phoebe always lost rationality.

The spirit approached grandma Mayfair.

“I am going to borrow your body for a moment, will you give you permission?”

Old Lady Mayfair opened her mouth to respond and before she could even approve, the Saxon spirit did as it wanted.

She found herself feeling abnormal, as if she was there but not all of her. She could feel another consciousness inside her and it was weird.

The Saxon spirit took control of her mind and she turned to Eliza and her husband.

“I will explain this briefly, your sister here is not destined to have children.”

Liza shook her head. “But she has three.”

Her husband nodded, Mackie indeed had three children.

“They are not her children, they are yours, well the essence or life force inside Mackie’s children belongs to your dead children. If you carry out an investigation, i am sure that you will find out that she has a hospital record and a diagnosis declaring her incapable of having children.”

Eliza was even more confused, nothing was making sense to her.

“Your sister always gives birth exactly seven months after your own children die, right?” The spirit asked.

Eliza and Mr. Guzman looked at each other, and they nodded. Such a pattern had not been hard to notice, her sister always gave birth months after their own children were buried.

Mackie had even joked once that she should consider her children to be hers. That her dead babies had reincarnated into Mackie’s babies.

Eliza dotted her two nephews and one niece, giving them everything she had prepared for her own children, loving them as if they were her own.

What she was hearing now, was horrifying to imagine.