Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 286

Chapter 286: Burn what now?

On the Mayfair manor grounds was a group of tall deciduous trees, under those trees was a set of swings that had gone untouched for a long period of time. The swings had been built for Ruth as a young girl and she loved them.

When she was expelled from the Mayfair family and everything to do with her erased, all that remained were the swings. This was because Ruth had not used them for a long time so nobody thought of them anymore.

Phoebe had never paid attention to these swings but on this night she did and it was for two reasons. One was the soothing symphony of crickets chirping and hiding under the trees.

Two was that under the glow of the moonlight and light wind, the swings were slowly moving. To the normal human eye, the wind was pushing the swings, to Phoebe’s shaman eye, two little ghosts were sitting on the swings and the therapist in her red attire was pushing them.

“Crickets…” Phoebe whispered.

Here eyes and those of the female ghost met, the ghost smiled, Phoebe did not.

“Messengers of good fortune, transformation and spiritual guidance.” The Saxon spirit spoke up. “Pheebs, it is important to listen to your inner voice.”

Phoebe and the Saxon spirit were both looking at the therapist ghost. She in particular was more interested in the two little girls, innocent ghosts that had accompanied the therapist.

What was their story? How had they died? Why had they failed to move on?

Her inner voice was telling her not to dismiss the therapist ghost so quickly. Even though her request was a taboo, it would not harm her to listen.

“Tomorrow.” she whispered into the wind.

The wind carried her voice and promise to the adult ghost. She nodded and vanished along with the children.

Connie chose that moment to pop out of the space. “Sister, i would say that she found your weakness. If every ghost learns that children are your weakness, they will blackmail you.”

“Boss lady…” Santos called out with uncertainty in his voice.

He was unsure why Phoebe had been standing still for so long and just gazing at the creepy swings that were moving on their own. Obviously, something was there, he had come to pick up on little clues in Phoebe’s body language whenever she saw a ghost.

Santos was uneasy and shivering, with one hand on the butt of his gun. The cricket sounds, the howling of the wind and the swings moving formed a combination that made him uncomfortable. If anything moved in that direction, he was shooting.

“Let’s go.” Phoebe told him.

The closer they got to the house, the more puzzled Phoebe was by the sheer volume of cars parked near the entrance of the house. Some were organized carefully and others had been left with doors open.

Different drivers were working on assisting the Mayfair servants to move the cars.

“Are we having a party?” she asked herself.

She added some energy to her eyes and peeked inside the house.

“If only you had Castille eyes.” The Saxon spirit said.

Phoebe did not dwell on the so called magical Castille eyes that could peek beyond the sky, or so people claimed. She was more troubled by all the guests inside the house and in the gardens.

Most were women, it seemed and her parents and grandmother were navigating through them expertly. Drinks and snacks were being served by servants, she could smell the cheese even before entering the door.

She could also hear the sobbing from some corners of the house which conveyed pain and trouble.

Phoebe stopped at the open front door and faced the butler.

“Don’t tell me that someone has died.” she sighed.

It felt like Luther had just been buried yesterday, Phoebe was not eager to attend another funeral.

“Its….” the butler started.

“Pheebs, my good goddaughter, thank God that you are here.” A deep voice bellowed.

“Oh no!” The Saxon spirit exclaimed.

It was too late to save Phoebe from the tenacious claws of Army general Drusus that grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into the house.

He had cookie crumbs on his collar and cheek but seemed not too eager to wipe them. In his eyes was a very excited sharp glint and he started questioning her immediately.

“Is it true that Mackie Shuman ate Liz Guzman’s children?”

Phoebe planted her feet down and frowned, very puzzled. “Wait, what?”

General Drusus pulled her along forcefully, taking her deeper into the house, thrusting her in the midst of all the unexpected guests. As soon as they saw her, they pounced on her like hungry lions, shouting for her to help them in various ways.

Phoebe’s head started to spin as she could barely understand what they were all struggling to shout over each other.

The news of Phoebe’s arrival spread to the gardens and all those outside rushed inside, growing the crowd in the hallway and living room by leaps and bounds.

Phoebe was caught in the middle of the crowd, reminding her of the situation at that music carnival when they went to save Valerie.

She did not like crowds so she did not like this one bit.

Suddenly, the sound of a gun being fired was heard and for a moment, silence captured the room. Uncertainty filled that silence as everyone wondered who had fired the gun.

Some people hid behind chairs, others squatted down and some squealed softly but the desired intention of Santos was achieved, they all calmed down.

“Okay, we will have order or everybody will be evicted.” Andre showed up like a hero and made his way through the guests with a megaphone in hand. “My sweet little sister has just returned home after a long day of work, let’s begin by giving her some space and moving to the parlor.”

The servants were already prepared to act and they led the guests away quickly, giving Phoebe room to breathe. General Drusus was like a mountain, he would not be moved and he stuck to Phoebe like glue.

“General….” Andre started.

The general responded by dismissing Andre with a gesture of his hand.

“Boy, if you think you can move me try your best and i will show you why i earned all of my stars and stripes.” he threatened.

“Okay..” Andre muttered and backed off.

Edward, Jennie and grandma Mayfair showed up, breathing in relief when they saw that Phoebe was okay. Jennie hugged Phoebe, as did Edward.

“Sweetie, you have no idea what kind of chaos has erupted.” Jennie said.

“It’s the Guzman issue.” Edward said and he lowered gently at his mother.

Grandma Mayfair looked away from them, hiding the embarrassment on her face. This mess was her fault after all.

“Pheebs,” she turned her head back. “I am sorry, i told a few people about Mackie and Eliza and the story spread. More people just kept showing up and things spun out of control and now that wretched Dorothy Cook wants to burn people at the stake.”

“I am sorry, burn what now?” Phoebe’s jaw almost dropped.

“Burn the witches at the stake.” General Drusus shared eagerly. “They want to begin with Mackie Shuman and Lindsay Vulcan. Dorothy Cook is not even sure if her child was killed as a result of this essence, surrogacy whatever magic.” He put a hand on Phoebe’s shoulder. “Girl, even president Inglewood wants to know more about this matter. His Iona sister recently lost a baby and the cause of death was undetermined. With all these rumors circulating now, let’s just say shit is about to hit the roof.”