A trio of girls sits cross-legged in a relaxed circle on the
floor, around five newly-lit candles. The flickering flame coming
from them is just enough to illuminate their faces. The glowing
light is even more radiant contrasting with the darkness that
engulfs the remainder of the elaborate room.
Their child-like, doe-eyes widen and are now alight with
curiosity, fiery bewilderment and a yearning for the unknown.
With a small exchange of determined glances, the girls sit erect
and link hands with one another. Their hands are so tightly bound
that the blood drains from the place where their clenched fingers
touch. Together they form a unified chain.
The three girls' chests expand as they inhale deeply, breathing
in the soothing scent of the lavender flavoured candles. In
unison, their eyelids gently slide closed.
The small, tanned blonde girl clears her throat.
"By the power of three times three, spirits, make them see, make
Her timid whisper is barely audible. The girl gulps before
repeating the same chant over- her voice breaks as she starts but
then the volume begins to escalate with every word she
pronounces. Without hesitation, she recites the chant a third
time. Once she's spoken the last word of the final chant, all the
girls' eyes flutter open.
The once glowing candles are now ablaze, the opaque wax dribbles
down the sides and drips onto the parquet flooring. Despite the
heat from the flames, the air in the room feels wintry.
Power begins to surge through their veins like blood, giving rise
to sensations none of them have ever experienced before.
A powerful gust of wind opens the Victorian-style window,
pushing past the panes and whooshing around the girls. Startled
by the sudden force of nature, the girls release their hands from
the grip that once formed a chain.
Leaving nothing but a trickle of smoke, the candles are snuffed,
and the girls are now drowned in darkness.