Black Magic

Black magic is simply just a definition of magic. Magic is magic. That’s it. That’s all. People are people. Now, there are good people and there are bad people. There is good magic and there is bad magic. The magic that is referred to throughout this story is one of black magic. Black magic is defined by the summoning of a demonic entity or a negative energy to bring forth a demonic result. An example of this would be an individual using communication with something of that sorts to bring harm to someone else or to bring forth a negative situation. Now, it may not always be for a negative result. You often hear about people selling their souls to the devil or spirits. There are many people who work where they give offerings of blood, hair, or some form of DNA to a demon in return of what they want. That is still black magic. I could easily tell the history behind black magic. However, today I will be telling you the experience of a little girl I knew, named Emilia and her mother, with black magic.

This story takes place in the old, run-down, valley of Deadwood, where a poor family of just mother and daughter resided. Had the little girl’s father not abandoned his child and the mother of his child, the two could have lived a lavish life. However, for the Duke of Deadwood, it would bring the greatest shame, for he who commits adultery is to be stripped and forced to roam the valley. He who fathers the product of his infidelity for his lady, for a lowly brothel woman, shall be scorned, shunned for as long as he lives. So, now it was the rejected daughter of the duke and his mistress who must deal with the cruelties of poverty on their own.

It was a peculiarly cloudy day, yet not for Emilia, who seemed to make the sun hide away when she’s out of the house. She had a lingering darkness over her shoulders, which as figured, had the poor girl anxious every day. Her senses grew as the impending darkness behind her weighed down on her more. Those senses told her that something was not quite right.

The chilly winds flew past the tree branches, which kissed the top of Emilia’s head. The little girl held her mother’s hand, walking closely beside her as they roamed around the flea market. She hung her head down low, avoiding the eyes of the strangers around her. A small girl of eight years old, she had a habit of scrunching her head into her chest, as she walked around with her arms hugging her sides. Her mother would squeeze her hand in reassurance and rub circles on her small hand with her thumb, trying to soothe the poor girl. Emilia had always been a very shy girl. Her mother knew how uncomfortable she would get in large crowds. However, she also knew that she had to help her daughter overcome her social anxiety somehow. So, she would take the little girl with her on short strolls around the town, hoping that Emilia would grow accustomed to being around other people.

As Emilia scanned her surroundings carefully, one person caught her eye. She paused and tilted her curious little head.

“What’s wrong Emilia?” her mother asked, noticing the absence of the little girl’s weight on her arm. Her mother only knew Emilia to walk beside her, attached by the hip, as if they were sewn together. The young girl never uttered a word, just slightly raised her arm to point at the strange sight. It was an elderly woman, with long grey hair and tired brown eyes. She was wearing an orange poncho, with different patterns etched onto it, making her difficult not to notice. Her hea d turned. She smiled. Emilia felt a jolt through her body, as the old woman’s brown eyes met her blue ones, making her young, little, fragile heart drop. Sounds of dangling jewelry became louder and louder, as she walked towards Emilia.

“It’s okay baby.” her mother said. Emilia hid behind her mother.

“Oh my. Your daughter.” the woman said.

“What about my daughter?”

The old woman pointed her shaky finger at Emilia, going on about how successful and beautiful the little girl would become in the future. However, “Her space is not clean. It must be cleansed soon!” she yelled. “For I see a dark energy trying to stop her!” Her eyes stared the two down, pupils growing bigger and shakier. She handed Emilia’s mother a small, white card. She flipped it around. Written on it was an address and “if you care about your daughter, come meet me tonight. Bring valuables and I will gladly help”.

“What is the meaning of this?” she asked angrily, only to look up and see that the woman had vanished. The two were left worried and confused. They could feel their hearts pounding in fear, just screaming at them to save themselves—but from what? The young girl’s mother felt her daughter’s hand trembling in hers. So, she looked at her face, which had already lost its color. With that, she decided that enough was enough and they left the market immediately, heading straight for their home.

That night, Emilia lied in her bed, hugging a pillow tightly. She was having a much harder time sleeping than usual. Suddenly, the telephone sitting atop her bedside table rang. She sighed and picked up the phone, grateful to be lucky enough to have some sort of distraction brought down to her from the heavens, to help her little mind get some rest from today’s traumatizing event. Unfortunately, she was very wrong. This was not luck that the heavens had brought to her doorstep. In fact, the heavens took no part at all, for the voice that she heard from the other side of the line belonged to the strange woman from the flea market. In panic, she screamed and cried for her mother, who ran into her room and ripped the phone away from her little hands. Her intuition told her that she knew exactly what it was, or who it was, that frightened her child so much.

“What do you want from us?!” she yelled and covered her mouth, afraid to show her fear in front of her little girl. Taking a breath in and out, she took a moment to compose herself.

“I’m sorry. How can I help you?” From there, all Emilia could hear were a few uh huhs, a few yeses, and her mother’s stressed out sighs. Apparently, the old woman wanted to help her. She wanted to protect her from what was after her and that all they would need to do was pay a cheap amount, only a little, a couple of, a thousand dollars. It was worth it though! So, she could buy her daughter a simple pendant, which supposedly would keep the negative energy away. Emilia watched, as her mother’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“I-I...well...I’m sorry but...you see, we just...don’t have the money.” she stuttered. “But thank you for calling in to check on us! We’ll be sure to take caution!” Then, everything began to slow down for Emilia, nothing but bare silence in the room, as she witnessed the terror in her mother’s eyes. She was basically trembling at the words being said to her, which could now be heard by Emilia as well. The old woman’s demeanor had changed drastically. She was yelling and screaming angrily.

“Your daughter needs me!” she yelled. “You’re making a mistake! You fool!” Emilia’s mom threw the phone at the wall and gave her daughter a stiff smile, the phone still ringing in the background.

“Just, go to sleep. Okay? She’s just crazy.” With a small laugh, she pecked Emilia’s forehead and tucked her back into bed.

It took quite a while, but it was now 3 am, and Emilia finally cleared her head and fell asleep. However, her mother couldn’t help the uneasy feeling she had in her gut. Frustrated, she tossed and turned in her bed, yet she couldn’t sleep. So, she got on her feet and went to the toilet. Perhaps, she just needed to relieve her bladder. It should be easier to fall asleep then, right? So, she sat on the toilet and all of a sudden, she felt splashing under her. Her heart stopped. The feeling she had—that something was wrong—it was back. Slowly, she got up from the toilet and fearfully turned her head to look at where the splashing had come from.

“Oh my god!” she put her hands over her mouth, just before she began to vomit onto the floor. Inside the toilet, was a rat. Now, no one can truly claim that this was the woman's doing. It could have been a strange coincidence. Perhaps, a rat got stuck in the pipes. Or, it was dark magic. Who knows? However, what Emilia had waiting for her, was nothing but unexplainable: a pair of pitch black legs, and only legs, standing right outside her bedroom door.