With You In Spirit (The Bassinville Witches Series) by Miranda Stork Page A

shaking her head. “I haven’t done a thing wrong, Joe. Please, you must listen to me; whoever sent that note are still out there, and you’ve left my mother completely on her own-“
    The lights suddenly went out, their electrical buzzing vanishing one by one, as the fluorescents systematically switched off. Susan screamed in the dark, her computer dying down with them. Catherine heard a gun safety click, and Joe’s voice boomed out again.
    “Alright, what the hell is going on? Catherine, you still there?”
    Keeping her back against the cool brick wall behind, Catherine nodded, although it was pointless in the darkness of the station. “Y-Yes, I’m still here.”
    “Susan?”
    “Over here, Joe. What just happened?”
    Joe coughed in the dark, and sniffed. “I reckon the fuse box must have gone. Don’t panic, I just need to go down into the basement and switch it on again.”
    There was a sudden clanging from the bars near Caden’s cell, and then his rich voice rolled out of the blackness. “No, wait! Joe, you can’t leave Catherine here on her own . This is a trap. They’re going to come in!”
    Joe laughed derisively. “Alright, Mr Rouquette. I happen to think Catherine will be just fine as long as she is on this side of the bars, and you are on that side.” There were more muffled sounds as he shuffled around, fumbling for the door to the basement, which was near the cells.
    Everyone’s eyes suddenly blinked in unison, as a strange light flooded the far end of the station, near Susan’s desk. As their eyes got adjusted to the brightness flooding into the depths of the black, a figure started to appear within the glow. If Catherine had been made to say what colour the light was, she would have simply said ‘white’. But although it was white, it also seemed black the longer you looked at it, as if it were some sort of black hole that was giving off light, a contradiction to itself.
    More figures started to materialise behind the first one, as the first one began to become clearer. It was a young man, dressed in black trousers and jumper. He had strange, cruel black eyes that fixed themselves straight on Catherine, and a slow smile curled his thin lips.
    “Fuck! Joe, it’s THEM !” Caden roared. He began pulling as his cell bars, and to Catherine’s amazement, they slowly began to arch under his strength. The man with the glow still emanating around him lifted his hand, a bolt of glowing energy flying from it, and hitting the bars with force. They began to straighten up again, undoing Caden’s efforts to bend them.
    Joe looked, horrified, from the glowing figures, to Caden, to Catherine’s frightened face. He shook himself, as if to clear his thoughts, and began to chant. Water started to flood into the station, beating against the walls, picking up speed and force as it came closer to the glowing figures. Closing his eyes, he brought his arms together, hard, and the water followed suit, crashing into the figures, covering them.
    Everyone held their breath, expecting to see them at least gasping on the floor; as the force of that water was harder and faster than anything even found in nature. But to their shock, the water split, revealing the figures within, all of them holding their arms back. Before anyone had a chance to react, their pushed their arms forward, and more of the white-black light shot from them, and raced towards Joe. The light pummelled into him as if it were a fist, knocking him clean against the wall behind. He groaned, and slumped onto the floor, holding his stomach.
    Catherine ran over to him, and helped him to his feet. He gave her a quick glance, mumbling, “Sorry, Catherine…I should’a listened to you…”
    “Shh, don’t worry about that now! Have you got a key for Caden’s cell?” She gave a worried glance over to the main figure, who was now gliding slowly across the floor towards her, still grinning maniacally. Joe felt frantically around his pockets, and shook