Lifting the Veil
Authors: Kate Allenton
Kate Allenton
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This book is dedicated to the one and only REAL Charmed and Fabulous,
Theresa Fernandes, whom I had the great fortune of meeting while in Salem on
Halloween.
Your help and support has been invaluable.
For anyone interested, she does readings and sells the Flower Essences described in
this book. Stop in and say hello and let her know I sent you.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book would not be in existence without the love and support of my family and
friends who gave me the gentle nudge needed to see this through. Thank you. I
appreciate each and every one of you.
“Freak Fest has officially begun,” Sophie Masterson whispered, to her best friend, while cautiously shifting her steps farther away from the shirtless man staring at her. His entire chest and face were painted in some type of white flour base accentuating the bright purple color of his eyes.
“Can you believe we’re in Salem on Halloween night, Sophie? We’re here. We’re actually here.”
Amber’s tone vibrated with excitement.
Salem was the exact opposite of Easton, the small town where Sophie grew up and called home.
Tourists traversed in and out of the shops along the cobblestoned streets. Every window they
passed contained advertisements for readings, boasting their psychics were the best in town. Religious preachers lined the street corners, with their obedient followers, holding up signs damning everyone to hell for partaking in the activities. Women and men dressed up as witches and warlocks passed by. The eerie town appeared creepier as they walked farther into the activities. This was Sophie’s first and last experience, if her vote counted.
The sun dipped and disappeared behind the brick buildings as the sky turned to night. The full
moon predicted for this evening was barely visible, peeking from behind the cloud-covered sky. A man perched on the street corner blew his saxophone to the tune of a death march. The town went all out to entice the spiritual hungry tourists and those just out for a good time. Sophie was neither.
A hand snaked out, clutching Sophie’s arm and dragging her to a stop. A woman wearing a long
black dress grasped her painfully tight. Her red-painted fingernails were digging a groove into Sophie’s skin. Her stomach churned with frustration while trying to pry the woman’s fingers loose. “Get off me.”
“You’re a sleeper,” the crazy lady hissed through blood-red painted lips that matched the color of her nails. “Your time is coming soon.”
Her gray, hypnotic eyes swirled to life, renewing Sophie’s vigor to break free. “You’re on crack,
lady.”
“Back off!” Amber glared at the old woman while frantically trying to pry away the fingernails
embedded in Sophie’s arm. Amber grabbed the woman’s index finger and pulled it back in an unnatural angle, almost breaking the bone.
Sophie wrenched her arm free. Fresh scratch marks marred her skin as blood droplets formed on
the surface. Cupping the injured arm to her chest, Sophie backed away.
“Keep your creepy hands to yourself,” Amber scolded. “Personal space, people. Personal space.”
Sophie pulled a tissue out of her purse and dabbed at the new marks.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. She just caught me off guard.”
Unease shivered down Sophie’s spine. These people were crazy, one hundred percent insane.
Sophie swallowed around the coal-sized lump in her throat while silently reminding herself this would be her last trip, no matter how much Amber begged to come again.
Amber glanced behind them while tugging on Sophie to keep walking. “Freak incident. I’m sure the
rest of the people aren’t all grabby. We’re still going to have a good time, if I have to beat every single one of them off of you, damn it. They are not raining on my parade.”
That was Amber, feisty with a bit of a wild side. She loved anything and everything weird and
unexplainable. It wasn’t uncommon for her to scan the night skies for UFOs or trek through the forest in search of Bigfoot. Whatever hair-brained idea Amber came up with, she always managed to talk Sophie into tagging along. This trip was no different.
Partygoers and weirdoes lurked everywhere they turned, and they hadn’t even made it inside the
festival doors.
“Remind me again why I let you talk me into this.”
“Because we’re going to have fun.”
“Yeah… when does that start?”
“Look around, Soph, the fun has already started.” Amber grinned. “Besides, it’s your duty as my
best friend to be there for me when I’m told when Mr. Right is going to make his appearance. He’s
overdue.”
“Maybe he lost his map,” Sophie joked, earning her a glare from her best friend.
A group of teenagers congregated around the front door, blocking the entrance to the psychic fair.
Was that an omen of what lay waiting inside?
Amber shooed them with her hands, parting the crowd like the Red Sea. “Move aside, people.
You’re standing in the way of my destiny.”
She opened the door and led the way down the twisting corridors in one of the creepiest buildings
in town. Musk and mildew filled the air. Water stains covered the concrete floor.
“Are you sure this isn’t hazardous to our health?”
“Who cares? Don’t you want to know what the future holds?”
“Not unless you can assure me they’re willing to tell me the lottery numbers, so I don’t have to
search for a job when we get back.”
Amber rolled her eyes, following Sophie. Posted signs and arrows hung crooked on the bland white
walls leading them through a labyrinth to where the festivities loomed. The creepy street outside might have given her the shivers, but that was nothing compared to the building they were in. At least outside she had space to run and escape, unlike in the small, dimly lit hallway winding to nowhere. The new location brought the ambiance of eerie to a whole new level. Her breathing turned labored and her
heart beat erratically. The walls appeared to be shrinking around her. She took a deep breath, ignoring the possibility of spores entering her lungs as she tried to tamp down her claustrophobia attack. If the lights suddenly went off or scary music started playing, it was every man and woman for themselves.
Sophie wasn’t waiting around to see if these haunted halls came to life. Anxiety ate at her gut as they rounded each corner. A small irrational part of her mind feared a knife-wielding, life-sized version of Chucky would be waiting to attack.
They slowed down at the fair entrance and eased into the larger room. Sophie could read the mild
disappointment in her friend’s eyes. Her sails momentarily deflated at the size of the small gathering.
“I’m sorry, Amber. I know you were expecting more…flair and fun.”
Amber shrugged. “It’s fine.”
Vendors were stationed along the walls of the big concrete room. The strong scent of a decade’s-
old potpourri assaulted her nose. The scent entered every pore of her body and into her mouth. It
saturated her hair and clothing while making the room appear smoky. It was worse than the bingo hall she’d accompanied her grandma to; and that spoke volumes.
“What is that god-awful smell?” Sophie asked while covering her nose.
“Sage,” the answer came from a tall, dark-haired man wearing more black eyeliner than both
Sophie and Amber combined. He towered over her five-foot-seven-inch frame, making her feel small. He greeted them with a flyer before gesturing to his booth. “Feel free to look around and if you have any questions just ask. We’re a friendly lot.”
Sure they were. They probably hexed anyone unwilling to part with their cash. Her nerves were
strung tight, her mind playing different scenarios while she followed Amber around the room. Tables occupied the middle of the room. Psychics wielding tarot cards worked their spreads on the metal
surfaces, reading the eagerly awaiting men and women who sat in front of them. Her best friend
stopped at one of the vendors’ booths that featured a crystal ball. Amber picked up one of the blue stones next to it and held it up to the light, twisting and turning, watching the light dance off of the reflective surface.
“Don’t do that. It’s probably hexed,” Sophie whispered, hoping not to be overheard.
“Lighten up, Soph. We’re here to experience.”
Yeah, experience what? Amber made her way around the rest of the room, Sophie hot on her
heels, feeling awkward and out of place. Men and women watched, their gazes following Sophie around the room as if she was a creature they’d yet to encounter. They remained eerily silent in passing, just watching, as if waiting for her to sprout horns. Amber lingered at each table, taking her time touching and admiring most of everything she could have simply bought on the Internet for a better price. She was coming home with a hex. There was no doubt about it. Amber paused in front of a table with two women manning a cash box. A plastic frame stood near them, holding the flyer with the price sheet for the psychic readings.
Sophie scanned the prices and couldn’t stop her mouth from parting and eyes from bulging. The
prices were outrageous. She was in the wrong business. Her mind quickly wondered if any of the
psychics or vendors might need a personal accountant. Maybe she could find employment among these
ranks since she’d yet to find it anywhere else.
Amber signed the log and handed over some bills before returning to Sophie’s side.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
Amber wrapped her arm around Sophie’s and grinned. “You are too.”
Sophie’s mouth fell open. “The sage must be affecting your memory. I’m jobless. I don’t have the
money to blow on something like this. I’m lucky my brother offered to buy my ticket in the first place.”
Amber smiled and winked while clicking her tongue, a sure sign she was up to no good. “I paid. You have no choice.”
“That’s crazy. I’m only here because you want this done. You shouldn’t have done that.”
“Consider it an early birthday present.”
Amber unlinked her arm while they waited their turn near one of the booths.
She leaned into Sophie and whispered, “Why are all of these people staring at you?”
“I don’t know. I thought I was being paranoid, but I’m not, am I?”
“It’s your aura,” a dark-haired woman, standing at the closest booth, explained. Her black shirt
read, Charmed and Fabulous. She held out her hand. “I’m Theresa.”
Theresa was a good solid name. Sophie expected something more exotic like Madame Serena,
goddess of the stars, holder of light. Sophie brushed the thought aside and shook her hand. “What did you say about my aura?”
“It’s violet and vibrant, unlike the muted colors we generally see. It’s very unique. That’s why
they’re staring. They can see the energy field that surrounds you.”
Riiiight. The woman had looked normal until she said that she could see auras and energy fields.
Seriously, who does that! Little black bottles lined her booth. Her flyer read, Flower Essences. Each one was designed and as unique as the woman who owned them. She picked up three and handed them to
Sophie. “Take them daily and, by the next full moon, you should notice the difference. Some people notice the difference almost instantly.”
“Why the full moon? Am I going to turn into a werewolf?” Sophie asked sarcastically.
Theresa’s brows dipped and confusion riddled her face. “No. They’ll just help you find that job
you’re searching for.”
Theresa must have overheard her conversation. Sophie twisted the bottle to read the name.