Wednesday, November 4, 2015

Chapter 17 - Not so Normal

Life never stays the same. With all of the boys now in school, Delia found herself with more free time on her hands during the days and the draw of the basement reared its head.  After everyone was off to school and work she crept down into the basement once more. 



She practiced making potions and even learned a how to make a few new ones. One was supposed to be a powerful cure potion meant to ‘cure’ people of supernatural afflictions. But they really are just powerful medicines - right?  Not supernatural potions.  People take medicine all the time to cure their illnesses. That thought made her feel better. These are just 'natural' medicines. Then Delia thought maybe, if she could find the vampire woman, she could fix what she had done if the cure potion really worked; but, if it didn’t work, what then?  And what if she didn’t want to be cured?   That thought had been lingering in the back of Delia’s mind every since her encounter at the Festival. The lady never seemed to want to hurt her and in fact seemed a bit afraid of her. 

It was a full moon and Delia knew that strange things went bump in the night when the moon was full.  She has heard them.  Or maybe it was an overactive imagination instilled in her by her mom.   Her mom had always told Delia to be sure to stay indoors on full moons even before she became ill.   That had stayed with her and she passed it down to her family. But this night, when Delia heard noises, she decided to venture outside and investigate.  She would not be afraid, it was probably just the wind. She had heard legends of ‘Zombies’ that roamed on the full moon. The legend said that Zombies were supposedly looking for plants and human brains to eat and if they attack you, you will become a zombie. Her mom must have believed this because her garden was enclosed by a fence with a locked gate.  If the noise really was a ‘zombie’ then Delia wanted to ‘test’ her cure potion. So she armed herself with her potion and bravely walked outside.  

She quickly found the source of the noise.   A woman was trying to get through her fence to the garden. Delia called out to her and when she turned around, Delia was shocked. She DID appear to be a real live – or dead – Zombie.   Delia rushed to unscrew the potion lid and threw it on her much as she did with the Vampire Lady. 

She saw Duncan out of the corner of her eye and prayed it would work before he could see the true nature of the zombie woman.  




Well, it worked instantly!  The woman became normal then turned around and ran away from them.  Thankfully Duncan didn’t get close enough to see the transformation. He was more worried about the broken TV than who the woman was. Thank goodness for mechanical failures.  He would have been forever changed and Delia would have never forgiven herself. 


The zombie incident only served to make Delia more of a believer in the potions. Then she thought about the youth potion. She looked at herself in the mirror and the evidence was undeniable.  And, it was also obvious when she looked at older photos of her and Francisco compared to more recent ones.   She could see him slowly aging, but she still looked - and felt - the same.

Francisco today
Francisco 20 years ago
The zombie was cured, so good medicine or powerful potions indeed?  Maybe she would try the ‘fountain of youth’ potion on Francisco – hmmm – certainly a thought.  Older or not, she loved him dearly and would never hurt him or the boys.  

People would figure out something was wrong with them and begin to spread rumors and they would have to move to a new town.   No, Delia wouldn’t subject her family to things that could very well be evil as her mom’s words rang in her head:  “the supernatural could hurt you”.  But why would anyone want to hurt her, well except for maybe the Vampire Woman.  That thought scared her again.  No, Delia made up her mind again.   No one, not even Francisco would know about the basement or the mysterious things going on until she sorted it out. 

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