Snape sat up and licked her candy apple lips. She had a really, really weird taste in her mouth.
It tasted as if she had been drugged she ran her hand across her mouth and spat and spat and spat until she got rid of the horrible taste that was linger in her mouth.
She then blinked her eyes a few times and looked around.
Only to find herself in a Library filled with famous spiritualists and what looked like their groupies.
Something told her that they were in trouble what type of trouble she had no idea but when it involved a whole bunch of spiritualists she would bet her first born that it had to do with the supernatural and anything that had to do with the supernatural usually always meant trouble for the supernatural and trouble always went hand in hand.
As she looked around the room she saw what she took to be a ghost at first sight turned out only to be a memory which was a good thing she was in no condition to handle ghosts.
The memory was of a child playing with her puppy.
The second memory she saw was that of a man hanging from the ceiling and setting on the couch in front of her was a ghost of a young man who just sat there taking everything in.
And all the voices
It was the voices that were giving her a headache not only was she blessed with the power to see ghosts but she could also communicate with them and it didn't stop there she was a necromancer so she had the power to control them she also had the power to bring them back from the dead in their rotting corpses.
Her powers were so dark that they scared her.
She had control over the darkest power imagable a power that in the wrong hands could destroy the world.
The power she had turned others before her mad.
It could not be contained nor could it be controlled.
And sticking a necromancer in a house filled with the dead was not a very good idea.
Though no one knew that she was a necromancer they had just gotten lucky very lucky.
Snape knew that this wasn't about her she knew that she had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time this was about the spiritualist and the paranormal investiagoters.
She dragged herself off the floor and forced herself to set beside the ghost.
If she pretended she couldn't see him then maybe he would ignore her and chose a spiritualist to bug.
Which was unlikely since every one in the room was a fraud no one except for her could see or hear the spirits in this house.
Snape had thought that at least a few of the spiritualists in the room were actually spiritualists and not just frauds but it looked like she was the only real deal and yet she wasn't apart of whatever was going on
and she really wished she knew what the hell was going on because she wasn't really to happy and she wasn't really feeling good and she couldn't decide if it was the drug they used to knock her out or wither it was because she had no way to sheild herself from the pain of the dead and there was a lot of pain.
All the souls in the house had not had a peaceful death they had all died horrible and to make matters worse they all had some unfinished business which was not allowing them to pass over and the longer they stayed in the world of the living the more angrier and twisted they became.
And vengeful and the moment they took a life while lets just say its not pretty........
Snape sat quietly and waited for someone to explain what was going on.
She didn't have to wait long.
It was the spiritualist that had been there the longest explain what was going on and what was expected of them the only thing he couldn't tell them was how to get out.
He explained that he was the last one left standing from the group of spiritualists he had been held prisoners with the rest were dead.
There was a pleasent thought.
There was no way I was going to die in this evil house.
I wouldn't have to either all I would have to do is use my powers and make sure that Wisdom and I survived to hurt who ever decided to involve us in their twisted little game.
They would find out that I do not play by anyones rules but my own and it was not nice to drug a witch we don't take very kindly to that when I got through with this twisted individual they are going to wish that they were never born.
Oh yeah did I mention on top of being a necromancer that I was also a witch.
A very powerful witch.
I know spells that no one would dare to use and I use them they are not as dark as my necromancer powers but they are up there.
Can't be a very good witch without learning the dark as while as the light spells.