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The electromagnetic energy is off the charts.

I know there's an apparition here somewhere.

She killed me.

I loved her and she killed me. Who killed you?

When did this happen?

I killed you?

You killed me when you broke my heart, you cheating bitch.

You killed us both.

What would make your two souls at peace?

I gave up everything for you.

My job, my friends, my family.

Everything. I had a husband and a child. I can't turn my back on them and reveal

to the world that I'm just some kind of sexual deviant. It's forbidden.

Forbidden? What a joke.

There are lesbians in America like there will always be lesbians. Don't listen

to any of that bullshit that President Reagan talks about on TV.

And don't look into it with wife. People have always smoked pot and always will.

You're such a rebel, aren't you?

That's what always attracted me to you.

You do whatever you want with no concern for the consequences.

And I fell in love with you.

And I lost everything, including my life.

And your perfect little white bread life was so much more important than mine.

With your perfect house, your perfect little family, and your big time lawyer

husband. Who had no idea that you were running around cheating behind a thock

with a punk rock piece of shit like me.

Well, if I die inside, we both die.

You're such a psychopath.

And it makes me so wet.

I hate you.

You ruined everything.

Stop haunting me. Just leave me alone.

Never.

Stop! Stop! Where are you going?

Wait! Oh!

Fuck! Fuck!

Oh my god.

Shit.

At least I got this on camera.

There's no one on the camera.

I'm ever going to believe me.

Not my friends.

Not my family.

Not even my stupid camera.

If I could just get some proof.

Creep?

I wonder if that Dahlia girl was just some practical joke too.

It's not like anyone's gonna come across the country just to see me.

I should have known the joke was on me when she said I was special.

Special Ed, more like it.

When am I gonna stop being the butt of everyone's jokes?

No way.

Hi, I'm Dahlia.

Leakbook online?

May I come in?

Sorry, sure, yeah, come on in.

Can I get you anything to drink?

Coffee, water, maybe tea?

Tea? No thanks.

That's very sweet, though.

I mean, you flew all the way across the country just to see me.

I did.

Can I ask why?

Because it says in your blog that you can see the spirits of the deceased.

Is it true?

Is it true, Samantha?

What? So you came all this way just... Just because I'm some freak, right?

Or crazy?

No one's ever believed me.

Why should you?

Oh, I believe you, Samantha.

I believe that you have a very special and rare gift.

One that affects maybe one in a million.

Maybe one in a hundred million.

I had to fly here to see it for myself.

See what for yourself?

The ghosts?

Can you see them too?

Oh my gosh, please.

Please tell me you can see them too. Please tell me I'm not the only one.

No.

Like I told you before, you have a very rare and special gift. One that I wish I

had. Yeah, right.

You wish you were a freak like me?

You wish that growing up all the kids made fun of you?

That no one, not even your family, believed you? That they all thought you

crazy?

You wish that you had to pretend to be normal just so you don't get locked in a

mental hospital?

Maybe you should wish for something else.

You know what I wish for?

I wish I was normal and pretty, like you.

I wish I got half the attention I'm sure you get just walking down the street,

getting asked on dates, having people hold the door open for you.

That's all I've ever wanted, to be normal.

Is that what you see?

A pretty blonde?

A normal girl?

Well, look at me, Samantha.

Look closer.

I don't see anything strange about you.

Maybe not from the outside.

Samantha, do you know what Wicca is?

Wicca? Isn't that like...

Devil worship or witchcraft?

Hardly. To the ignorant or indoctrined, maybe.

Wicca is the old way.

Before Christ.

Before the church.

Before the concept of sin made us fear ourselves and fear others.

Wicca is the celebration of the moon and the cycles that it has on the earth.

We celebrate and revere the moon goddess.

And the horned god.

Really?

That's really interesting, but what does that have to do with me or with ghosts?

Before I answer your question, I'm going to tell you a story.

I have practiced Wicca since I was a girl. My mother practiced it, and her

mother before her.

A friend of my mother's had a daughter.

She was very close to my age, only a few years older.

From a very young age, we became friends and were inseparable.

We could spend a whole day together from dusk to dawn and never tire of each

other's company.

Over time, we became connected, like two halves of a whole.

Her name was Charlotte. As the years went by, our friendship blossomed into

something more.

We became lovers, soulmates.

As we grew older, our love grew, as did our understanding of the practice of

Wicca, as we repeated the ancient ceremonies and spells.

We began to learn their power, the power that the moon has over the earth as it

tugs on the ocean, a constant, ancient power.

We learned about the power of sound. Sound can lift objects and shatter them.

Sound can bring harmony or discord. Words are sound, and therefore words

power. The power a word has when released into the world is a spell.

Me and Charlotte learned to make the sound of ancient words.

Powerful words. My mother always taught me to stay on the right -hand path.

To use magic only for good. And Charlotte's mother taught her the same.

As the years went by, our knowledge and ability grew.

We began to understand and have influence over the cycles of nature.

However far I progressed, Charlotte was always ahead of me. Her intellect and

capacity were breathtaking.

As time progressed, she began to experiment.

With the left -hand path, the dark art sells with malevolent intent.

Charlotte became obsessed with the dark art. She followed the work of the

British occultist Aleister Crowley and tried to recreate his demonic

She began to think that she could commune with the dead to gain their

She told me that she wouldn't allow death to separate us, and I allowed her

perform a ritual where we would be bonded by blood and our souls

That way, if one of us ever dies, they could commune with the other.

This is the binding spell.

Can you trust me?

I trust you.

I take your hand in mine, and with this string

I will entwine.

With this binding spell, we will never be apart, no matter

what. No matter who dies, we will always be with each other and

be able to communicate with each other forever.

And whoever goes to the Summerlands first, we will always

to be able to talk to each other.

Nothing can stop us.

Nothing can break this bond.

Only yours, all of you.

In life, and in death.

Every kiss is like the first and last.

Okay.

help me

Now there's nothing in between.

Yeah.

me come so fast.

My body's shaking up there.

My whole body.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Because it says in your blog that you can see the spirits of the deceased?

What, so you came all this way just because I'm some freak, right?

Or crazy?

No one's ever believed me.

I loved her and she killed me. Who killed you?

When did this happen? As the years went by, our friendship blossomed into

something more.

We became lovers.

She began to experiment with the left -hand path, the dark art.

This is the binding spell.

Do you trust me?

I trust you.

Wow. I love that story.

It's so romantic.

I wish I had a soulmate who wouldn't even let death get in the way of us

together. So beautiful.

It's not just a story.

It's true.

Every word of it.

It's not that I don't believe you.

It's just that... It's just that magic isn't real.

And that's what you were taught, right?

And that's what you believe, right?

Neither are ghosts, though, right?

That's different. I can see those.

I can see them with my own eyes, even if nobody else can.

So, what you're saying is that if you can see it with your own eyes, you'll

believe it.

Very well.

I noticed that you were limping when you answered the door.

I hurt myself. I fell in the woods last night. I'm okay.

Show me where you fell.

It's not that bad. I just bruise easy.

The right hand path always teaches us to use magic to make the world a better

place. To aid in protection, fertility.

and healing.

Holy shit! How did you do

that?

Magic.

Except for the ghosts.

Oh my god.

Are you okay?

You look like you're getting sick or something.

Is something wrong?

I'll be okay.

Something cannot come from nothing.

The power of magic is never free.

There's always a cost.

You mean healing me made you sick?

Not sick.

Just weak.

I just need a few hours to recover.

I just need to rest.

That was a small spell, so it had a small price.

Larger spells exact a higher price.

Really? Is that what happened to Charlotte?

Your soulmate?

Unfortunately, yes.

She began to experiment with powerful magic. She would use it to commune with

the dead Wiccans.

And she would gain their secrets.

After years of trying, she finally communed with Aleister Crowley, the Dark

Lord. He taught her his black sex magic from beyond the grave.

What he didn't teach her was that she would have to pay the ultimate price.

She died in the middle of a black magic ritual.

I tried to bring her back.

and heal her, but it was beyond my power, and I just

couldn't do it.

It's so horrible.

I'm so, so sorry.

Yes, it was horrible.

It was the most horrible thing that's ever happened in my life.

Did it work, the blood pact?

I was able to talk to her, commune with her.

No, no, it didn't work.

I haven't felt her presence or heard her voice since she died.

I'm so sorry.

Wiccans believe that after death, people's souls go to the astral plane,

or Summerland.

When they have rested and are ready for another life, they will reincarnate.

True Wiccans always reincarnate as other Wiccans when they are ready for their

next life.

If Charlotte was in the Summerland,

I should be able to commune with her spirit, but not all souls go straight to

the Summerland. Some souls that are still bound to this world remain in our

world to wander for a time, until what binds them to this world finally

them.

Those are the ghosts that you see with your gift.

I don't understand.

You have a gift, a sixth sense, if you will, to see poor, tormented souls.

Where my magic fails...

Your gift can see.

I understand.

So, you want me to find Charlotte for you?

And reunite you with your one true love?

Exactly.

Well, how are we going to do that? I don't see her anywhere.

I don't even know what she looks like.

She'll be in the same place that we made the blood pact.

Where's that?

In Utah.

Deep in the desert.

Where the energy lines of the earth converge.

How are we going to get to Utah?

We fly.

By magic?

No, by coach.

I have some frequent flyer miles, so we can use those.

Let's go.

Whoa! You don't look like you're fit to travel anywhere. Are you okay?

Maybe we should just stay overnight and... Weak the magic off? We can go to

in the morning.

No, I'm okay.

Charlotte's waited long enough.

She needs me.

Is there anything we can do to speed up the recovery process?

Is it a special herb or tea or another spell?

Well, there is one thing.

What is it?

Whoa.

Whoa.

Whoa. I wasn't expecting that. I thought Charlotte was your

soulmate. I mean, I'm not complaining.

I'm definitely not complaining. I'm just surprised.

Monogamy is a Christian virtue.

We can know the power of sex. The power that it has to heal.

The mind and the body.

One

thing.

Can we go to your bed?

Having sex on a table is so uncomfortable.

I can't even breathe.

I wanted this from the moment I walked in that door.

So cute.

It's okay.

I've never done anything like this with a pretty girl before.

Well, you can start now.

Thank you.

You're delicious.

Amazing.

So beautiful.

I feel

better.

But I still feel so weak from that spell.

Maybe we should make each other come more times.

I know I'm right.

Oh.

You're the prettiest girl I've ever been with.

I can't believe I just had sex with you.

We'll just wait.

If we can bring Charlotte back, she's gonna need a lot of sexual yelling.

Du Lovias Disgracia Sic Cure.

Holy shit, how did you do that?

If Charlotte was in the Summerland, I should be able to commune with her

So, you want me to find Charlotte for you?

Is there anything we can do to speed up the recovery process?

Well, there is one thing.

There were natural energy lines crisscrossing the Earth.

These lines crossed from the pyramids of Egypt, the Easter Island, the Angkor

Wat, all the way to the pyramids of Peru.

The ancients had harnessed and amplified this power.

Unfortunately, this knowledge has been lost to us.

But the Wiccans have kept maps.

Wow, that's fascinating.

Where did you learn about all this?

For my mother, and her mother before her.

This place has changed.

It's still just as powerful as when we did the blood pact, though.

Charlotte's spirit is bound to this place.

If she's anywhere, she's here.

I have my spell book.

It was Charlotte's.

It contains incantations of some very powerful spells.

Samantha, listen to me. Do not go outside the circle.

Do you hear me, Samantha? If you go outside the circle, my magic cannot

you. I stay inside the magic circle while we bring your dead girlfriend back

life. And if I leave the circle, Shit could get weird.

Copy that.

I cannot bring Charlotte back.

She's gone forever.

All I can do is release her from wandering this world.

Really? You can do that?

It's powerful magic, but it comes at a heavy price.

A price that I have to pay.

You would have done it for me.

Elementum.

Recalligo.

Helix.

I fear.

I fear.

Are you sure?

Pale skin.

Blonde hair.

Big blue eyes.

Celtic tattoo on her back.

Very, very beautiful.

I exist.

Charlotte.

Dahlia.

It was horrible, Dahlia.

She's been helping me.

She can help us.

Three lines.

Three bodies intertwined.

It isn't a coincidence.

Mm -hmm

Mmm.

watching. But baby, baby, I have to go.

You know you want to. Baby, I have to go.

Come on, let's go.

Baby, I can't. I'm late for work. I gotta go. I'm so sorry. I'm running so

baby. I'm so sorry. Please, let's go.

Hmm. What is this?

Girls' way? Some porn?

Hmm. These girls are cute.

They all have

big boobs.

Every single one of them.

Why is she watching big boob porn?

What's she doing with me?

I can't believe this.

She likes big tits.

Hello? Hey, how's it going? It's Elsa.

Hey, Elsa. How are you?

I'm great. How are you?

I'm good.

What's going on?

So, I need you to help me with something.

Absolutely, Elsa.

What can I help you with?

I want you to sit over here.

All right.

Sit down.

So you still want to do this?

Yes. Yes, of course. I got you. Thank you so much. I really appreciate it. You

are so welcome.

I would do it. Of course I would do it for you. Well, take this sweater off.

It's a little cold.

That's why I kept it on.

Well, she should be home any minute.

Okay. Yeah. Well, no, I remember her. She's pretty hot, so I'm excited.

We have company?

Yeah, this is Darcy.

Well, hello.

Hello there.

Hi. Hi.

It's been a while.

Yeah. Nice to see you. I didn't know we were going to have friends.

Yeah, well, I saw your porn on your computer and I thought I would invite

over because they're a big tit.

Well, that's so sweet of you, honey, but...

I love your tits.

It's okay. Come on. You know you want to, and I want to be the best girlfriend

ever.

But I don't want to do that to you, baby. It's okay.

Come on.

You know you want to suck on them and play with them.

Well, you know, I can't lie.

Just touch them. Come on.

Are you sure? Touch them. I promise.

I'm soft.

They are.

You did this for me?

Yes. Just for you.

You are the best girlfriend ever.

Squeeze your

teeth.

They're so big and soft.

I have to. I feel like it's my birthday.

Happy unbirthday.

I

can,

like, see them and take them out and stuff.

Like them.

Really? Suck on them?

You gonna let me do that?

Such nice tattoos.

Pick them up for you.

Yeah.

I'll never forget about you.

I gotta take this one out too.