She was halfway up the stairs, her heart hammering at a rapid pace when she heard one of the floorboards above her creak.
Someone else besides her was inside her home. How dare they be so bold as to break in while she was there? More to the point, she couldn't wait to see who exactly it was that had the audacity to break in. It wasn't as if she had anything at all of value for them to steal. Most of her furniture and her mother's jewellery she'd had to sell so she didn't lose the house sooner.
Immediately, she remembered what Devon had said about the book in the attic. She raced up the last few stairs, and glanced around the second level of her home. No one was there. However, there was a sprinkle of light illuminating the stairway leading to the attic.
Lucretia tip-toed her way across the hallway, in hopes that her robber wouldn't hear her. At first it was hard because of the few loose floorboards that creaked in her wake, but she managed to get to the stairs without anyone the wiser. She listened for several moments from the bottom. All she could hear was someone rummaging through her measly belongings.
Lucretia shook her head. There was no way she was going to let this robber get their hands on whatever they wanted. Without thinking, she took the stairs two at a time until she reached the top. Then she reached out a hand to twist the knob to open the attic door. Once the door was open, she blinked a few times until her eyes adjusted to the light flashed her way.
"Where's the book, witch?" A nasally voice spoke, and Lucretia frowned. She had the distinct feeling she'd heard the voice before.
"I don't know what you're talking about. What book?"
"The one that Devon wants you to find."
"Still don't know what you're talking about."
Because honestly, she didn't. It wasn't as if there was a book lying around that read HOW TO TURN A GHOST BACK TO HUMAN. Nor had she seen one if there was.
"It's an ancient tome passed down to each generation of your family since forever."
"Well if there's a book like that someone in here, good luck finding it."
"You dare to mock me, witch." Again, Lucretia couldn't help but notice that she knew that voice from somewhere. That the person behind the voice was someone she'd talked to recently. "What happens when you can't find it and your precious Devon is trapped in the state he's in forever?"
"That's not going to happen. I will find a way to help Devon with or without the book."
"And how are you going to do that?" Her intruder said, and before she could answer, the man rushed at her. Lucretia thrust her arms up to defend herself, and something miraculous happened. Her assailant didn't even get close, and instead went sailing through the air.
"What the hell?" Lucretia stared at her hands, only to find them glowing bright yellow.