18 years old: Fred&Frank

I don't want to learn that shit." Frank said.

It was just getting dark outside.

Fred glared at him.

"Well you really have no fucking choice." Fred growled out.

Frank looked back at his brother.

"I don't have to do shit, mother is dead. She can't make me do it and neither can u!" Frank yelled.

Fred just laughed at his brother. He was such a wuss. Never like to share the new things of what to come of their lives.

"You have to do it, or you will die." Fred pulled out a knife.

Frank swallow hard. He really didn't want to die. So he just open up the witch craft book.

Witch craft book in Media

Fred smiled and looked in the book.

"Wow you can float in the air." Fred said in amaze.

"I'm not flying in the air. Let me do you." Frank said to Fred.

"Hell no, I'm the oldest, let me do you." Fred looked at his twin.

Fred really didn't like frank. It all started when they was a small baby, he was jealous that their mom paid more attention to frank then she would with him. Now that she was dead, he could treat him anyway he wanted too. His brother was nothing but a big scary cat.

"I'm not floating in the air. I'm not a ghost." Frank said. He didn't know that you didn't have to be a ghost to have the ability to float in the air if you are a witch. Well in their case half witch.

"I can make you be one in a minute. So stop all your whining and let's just do this." Fred said.

"No!" Frank yelled.

"I'll just call mom." Fred said taking out his Ouija board.

"I swear I hate you. I wish you die." Frank growled out.

"You will die before me." Fred laughed.

Frank looked in the book on how to float in the air. He just hope he don't get addicted to doing this.

Witch craft book in Media

Fred grab the witch stick and test it out. He looked at his brother and move the stick around in circles. His brother twisted around in his seat.

Fred busted out laughing. Frank face frown up.

"This stick work. Wow." He said.

He then pointed to his brother and lift the stick up, his brother floated out the chair.

"Ahhh put me down!" Frank yelled as he was in the air of the cabin.

"Wow this is so cool." Fred said as he wave the stick one way, and Frank went where ever Fred pointed the stick.

"You is so evil!" Frank yelled as Fred laughed.

Fred lower the stick and frank dropped on the floor, holding his head.

Just then Lauren appeared. Frank jumped up fast and run in a corner.

Lauren looked at him and shook her head. She was disappointed in him. He was more like his father. Nothing like her. That's why she have made up in her mind. He have to go. No child of her will disobey her, and get away with it.

She then looked at Fred and smiled. Her boy was just like she was. He just need a little more push and he will be stronger and more like her father then her.

"Hello mother." Fred smiled.

Lauren just smiled and nodded her head.

Frank was freaked out. He saw his mother before, but for her to keep making herself appear like this was freaking him out. He wonder if she could die. What would be the cause of her to never return again? He wish he knew.

Fred did something with the stick and Frank slide on the floor.

"Stop!" Frank yelled as Fred laughed at him.

"Shut your bitch ass up." Fred said.

Lauren smiled at her son, Fred and walked away. She knew he would one day do what he suppose to do.

As for Frank, he will be a dead soon.

Witch craft was no joke, and if only they knew they suppose to burn the book and bones in the cabin , Lauren would disappear forever. Until then Lauren would continue making people suffer  in the cabin, and die.

Frank walked out the cabin with the slam of the door. While Fred just laugh.

"Pussy ass boy." Fred said and close the book and put it back in the spot it belong, on the patio floor in the closet.

Little did he knew it was instructions on how to get rid of cabin and the book.

He walked out the cabin as the door lock on it own.

Lauren looking out the window in a deep shadow.

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