“We’re going to get two birds with one stone here Ramir!” the dark haired girl explained as she placed a notebook on the table.
“You keeping saying that but you have yet to explain what exactly,” the tall red haired boy asked.
“Remember how you were saying that you wanted spirits to quit randomly possessing you?” she reminded.
“Yeah, what of it though?” he asked.
“Well, I figured that if you learned how to conduct a séance properly, then that might help you understand how the spirits possess you,” she explained.
He blinked a couple times; he did think that learning more about spirit mediums would help him; he wasn’t sure if this was going to work. “Well, I guess it worth a shot; not like I got anything better to do right now,” he stated bluntly, not trying to be rude on purpose.
“Alright, so once I start the séance; I will call a spirit to join us. If things go smoothly, you should be able to at least hear them speak,” she explained further.
“And if I don’t hear them or see them?” he asked.
“Then I’ll have to channel the spirit into my body so it can speak to you,” she stated, “But the spirit I’m planning on calling should be more than happy to let you see them,” she added.
“If you say so,” he muttered, part of him was starting skeptical. Yes he had seen her talk to a ghost before, well at least he thought she was talking a ghost; but that wasn’t the same as calling a spirit to them.
“Alright, are you ready?” she asked.
“Sure, I guess,” he stated.
“First we need to hold hands,” she stated as she held her hands out to him. Her hands were wrapped up in bandages for support after the book accident. The boy took her hands and rested his on the table before he looked over at her.
She offered a small smile before closing her eyes and entering a trance. “I call forth the soul of Ian Freed, born the 6th of January 1939 and died the 21st of July 1946,” she stated before repeating it in a different language, “Ich hervorrufen die Seele Ian Freed, geboren den 6. Januar 1939 starb der 21. Juli 1946.”
Ramir assumed it was German since she had told him that she was from Germany. What happened next caught him by surprise; the air around them suddenly became cold and filled with energy while the air between them became hazy. Then right before his eyes, the haze in the air started to morph into something visible.
There, sitting on the table between the two was what appeared to be a small boy. He was wearing a worn out pair of blue overall and tan shirt, his black boots were scuffed and dirty as was his blonde hair.
“Guten Tag!” the boy stated with a smile on his face.
Ramir couldn’t believe it, was he actually seeing a spirit? Valkyrie smiled at the boy and started to talk with him, again in what Ramir assumed was German. He didn’t have a clue what they were talking about, some words sounded like English but that still didn’t help him understand the conversation.
“Guten Tag,” Valkyrie replied, “Haben du es geschafft Ihre Familie zu finden?“ she asked.
„Ja, wir sind jetzt all zusammen!” the boy replied happily.
„Wunderbar, Ich freue mich das zu hören,“ she stated with a smile.
„Warum hast du dich für mich anrufen?“ the boy asked with a slight tilt of his head.
„Um einen Freund von mir ein Geistermedium ist auch,“ she answered.
The boy turned around to look at Ramir, “Hello!” the boy chimed with a bright smile.
“Uh . . hello there?” Ramir stated.
The boy giggled before turning back to Valkyrie, “Ich mag sein roten Haare,” he stated.
“Es ist schade, er tut es night,” Valkyrie commented back with a meek smile.
“Ah, Es tut mir lied. Ich muss gehen,“ the boy stated as he waved to them both before fading away.
“Auf Weidersehen” Valkyrie stated as the boy left.
The energy in the air slowly dissipated, Valkyrie looked over at Ramir, “So, what did you think,” she asked.
“Besides not understanding a thing the two of you said, I guess I’m a bit impressed since I could see and hear him,” Ramir stated bluntly.
“Oh! I first asked him if he had found his family, which he said he had. Then he asked me why I called for him and I told him that I wanted him to meet a friend of mine who was a spirit medium too. That was when he turned to look at you,” she explained.
“And what was his giggle about?” Ramir asked.
“Well . . . he liked your red hair but I told him that you didn’t really like it. And then he had to go after apologizing,” she explained as she looked at the table.
Ramir fell silent before he looked back at her, “How did the kid die? He was only 5 years old,” he commented.
“He was 7, and he died from Polio,” she explained.
“Oh. . . I see,”Ramir stated, “So, that was a séance?” he asked.
“Yep! More or less at least; it is just one way of communicating with the spirits,” she noted.
“I much rather communicate with them than get possessed by them,” Ramir grumbled.
“Well . . . It might take some time, but I know you will be able to figure out how to keep them from possessing you!” she stated with a bit of a blush.
“Uh? Oh, thanks,” he stated as he let go of her hands and leaned back in his chair.
Valkyrie offered a smile as she opened the notebook that she had put on the table and started to write down the conversation.