7/16/17

Terrifying in tweed

August was quiet yesterday, he moped, but not much else. I kept the salt ring around my bed last night, just in case.

Today I drew the Eight of Wands reversed. August was crawling along the ceiling in my office and twisting his head around backward to look at me when I told him what it was.

“I want to look like one of those really terrifying ghosts in horror flicks,” he said.

“Well, the tweed and jaunty British accent kind of ruin the effect.”

“Huh, I wonder if I could make myself look scarier. Like with decayed flesh and stuff.” He floated down from the ceiling and stood upright.

“How will looking scary help you find Evelyn?”

“Never mind that. What does my card today mean?”

“Not sure, inspiration and creativity…. news, change, action… but reversed.”

“I get it.” He floated back up to the ceiling, “do you think we could come up with a really scary song for me to sing while I’m up here?” I turned back to my work.

“No.”