Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 477

Chapter 477: The identity of the ghost, finally.
Grandpa Lee did not know what to think of Phoebe’s persistence. “You are actually serious?”

“Yes, now chop chop! Let us go and tackle this thing, I don’t have all day.” She responded with certainty.

Before entering the bedroom, Ken cast a sealing spell to prevent the ghost from disappearing from the bedroom. He was very nonchalant and doubtful, but his father told him to do it anyway.

He was not the only one to cast a sealing spell, Phoebe did the same and Maureen too. The ghost was now in the equivalent of a maximum-security prison.

Phoebe sprinkled rock salt in front of the door and pushed the door open slowly, the moment of truth had come, and everyone was anxious to see if it was as she had said. It was true, just like the Saxon spirit had told her, the ghost was inside. It stood by the window with an anxious look on its face, trying to jump out but the spells that had been cast would not allow it to run away this time round.

Phoebe widened the door for everyone to get a clear look. It was a double door, so Ken pulled the other side open and everyone finally saw it.

“My goodness how?” Grandpa Lee yelled.

With no incantation or effort, he waved his hand effortlessly and the vines on the tree outside the window moved, entering the room through every open access they could find. Old man Lee manipulated the vines, using them to strike the ghost endlessly making it weaker and weaker.

Each strike was loaded with magic, and the old man chanted a spell whispering slowly. He looked impressive and fierce with both hands held out, controlling many vines at the same time. Phoebe was impressed and she was planning to try that trick out later.

For now, she looked at the pale ghost that was struggling to escape the vines, screaming loudly. Its haunting cries were heard all through the house.

“Please, please I mean no harm, make it stop.” The ghost pleaded as it sprawled on the floor, powerless.

Grandpa Lee sneered. “You mean no harm and yet you haunt the living, the dead should stay dead and move on. How dare you trespass on my land!” He growled out angrily.

His wrist flicked, commanding the vines to move again. They became tangled into living ropes that coiled around the ghost’s hands and feet, securing it tightly.

“Wow!” Phoebe was amazed at how smoothly and effortlessly grandpa Lee used his magic. Why chase after ghosts when you can tie them up with vines?

“These are special vines, there is no such thing as an ordinary tree on this compound.” The Saxon spirit told Phoebe just in case she thought any tree at the side of the road could bind a ghost. “We can always borrow a tree or two.”

Phoebe’s lips curled upwards. Her smile was abnormal, given the situation that they found themselves in.

Minka and George certainly thought it was as scary as the ghost. Phoebe had temporarily given the ability to see ghosts and now that they had seen one, they were frightened. They had their arms locked together, with fear welding them together.

“I-i cannot believe that it is actually real.” George struggled to let the words out.

“What’s the matter George, you don’t like you ghost girlfriend.” Maureen laughed.

Minka yanked him in a fierce embrace, burying her head into his chest. “This is your fault! You must have done something for that thing to be stalking you.” She accused strongly.

“Are you blaming him or just hugging him?” Maureen sneered.

Minka’s body language was confusing for them, one minute she seemed angry with George and the next madly in love. Which was it?

The ghost began to fade because incantations were spilling rapidly from Ken’s lips. He was chanting a spell to cleanse the undead being in their presence which was erasing the ghost.

“Stop Ken!” Grandpa Lee ordered. “We need to know why it was after the children and also how it passed by the protective shield. Who knows what else has been coming through while we were not aware and for how long this had been going on. The shield might have a weakness that we are not aware about.” He patted his son’s shoulders.

Phoebe sent a shot of energy to the ghost, restoring it to its earlier appearance. It was still pale and mostly grey, but its features were clear.

“Do you know her?” Phoebe asked George, giving way for him to take a clearer look.

Shaking his head, George denied ever seeing the young female ghost which was now unconscious.

It was as if they had ten steps forward and nine back because they still had no identity for the ghost. “Aaargh! I am sick of this, Who the hell is she?” Phoebe exploded. She run her fingers through her hair, if only she could take pictures of ghosts and send the picture to Roxanne. Her face lit up on remembering that Rekha can draw.

“Rekha, can you sketch her face, maybe we will be able to know who she is if we search the internet.” Phoebe proposed.

A wince left Ken’s lips. “I may be crazy but she looks a bit familiar.” He flicked his fingers over and over.

“Or better yet let us just wait for it to gain consciousness and interrogate it. Ken, invite Abraham Spellcaster to create a spell that will rebuild and strengthen our protective shield.” Grandpa Lee ordered.

Ken’s lips formed a smirk. “Oh please he can barely create a spell to save himself from illness.” He sighed theatrically words.

The Spellcaster’s were not the spellweavers they once were, they had declined because they fell into a life of lavishness and laziness. They were the kind of people that took vacations from their vacations. They did not have time to perfect their craft anymore. Perhaps it was why the protective shield had failed to work in the first place, maybe Abraham had screwed it up originally. Ken did not say this to his father, he stepped out and made the call as told.

When Rekha was done with the sketch, Phoebe took a picture of it and forwarded it to Roxanne. What followed next was sitting around, peeking at the ghosts and nervous pacing. Only Phoebe and Maureen were comfortable enough to eat or drink. They were enjoying matcha hot chocolate.

Ten minutes later, a message popped up on Phoebe’s phone that the sketch was a strong resemblance to someone identified as Sally Diggens. Attached were photos of Sally Diggens, indeed there was a strong resemblance, but the ghost was a lot younger than the person in the pictures. Its nose was also sharper, Sally’s was a bit flat.

“Does anyone here know of a Sally Diggens?” Phoebe asked the group.

To her, the Diggens name was familiar because they were a founding family, but she really knew nothing about them. She knew all or most of the founding families by name, mostly because Miranda had forced her to study their printed history and know the families in her past life.

Ken laughed loudly as he put away his phone. “So that is why this ghost looks so familiar! She is a more beautiful version of Sally Diggens.” He cackled upon figuring it out.

“I see it too.” Maureen’s narrowed eyes studied the ghost.

“Me too.” Rekha added. “But something is strange here, has any of you ever known the Diggens to have a grown daughter this size that died?”