Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Phoebe was in complete agreement with her aunt, if something was too good to be true, it's because it was. How can you buy property worth ten million at two hundred thousand dollars? Even a blind cat would not make such a deal.

As she pondered on it, waiting for Fin to clarify why he had made the decision, she felt sensed something cracking and her eyes widened. It was the tracking bug she had planted in Ruth, after so many months it had matured.

It was now breaking out of its shell and the cloaking spell hiding Ruth would be shattered. It looked time it was time to locate her good sister and see what she was up to. Maybe even bring her back to Fog country and finally put her in a grave for good.

Meanwhile, Fin wiped cold sweat from his forehead, thinking about it now as Maureen hurled the words scam and stupid at him, he felt dumb. "I know I-I was stupid but can you blame me? I thought luck was on my side, you see a few months ago I was on a trip to Hartoum and on a whim I swung by a temple of a shaman called Gecko who gave me this bracelet." He presented his arm on which a gold bracelet dangled loosely from his wrist. "The shaman told me that it was a powerful good luck bracelet and all I had to do was listen to its voice and to fulfill its wishes then in return it would make me very fortunate in life." He continued to relay to them.

The women shared looks of recognition at the name Gecko, he was the same shaman that sold the doll of the deity of fortune.

Arching an eyebrow, Maureen winced. "Gecko again? Why is this idiot everywhere lately?" She muttered.

"That is the strangest thing I have ever heard! I have never heard of a bracelet that makes demands. Mr. Fin it is mostly evil spirits and demons that attach themselves to relics and masquerade around as fortune bringing items as long as certain conditions are fulfilled. Normal luck attracting bracelets don't make demands as far as I know, and I know because we sell them here." Rekha scoffed loudly, her disbelief presently showcasing on her facial features. "Has it made any demands from you yet?" She asked.

Fin shifted forward and perched at the edge of the seat. "I am getting to that." he said in an uncomfortable voice. "You see, I am a strong believer in the faith of saints and angels...." he began to speak.

"And yet you visited a creepy dark shaman." Maureen chimed in; her voice carried the weight of a gravel slamming down.

Phoebe rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "Aunt come on let us not be judgmental here he said it was done on a whim, go on Fin." She urged the man who had gone silent.

"Just so you know I was only testing the waters, there is nothing wrong with that. It is not like I was leaving my faith or anything like that." He defended himself, leveling a measured stare in Maureen's direction.

Maureen's hands shot up immediately in surrender. "Apologies, continue." A rigid smile flickered across her lips however it did not reach her eyes.

"Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I am a strong believer in my faith and the first thing I put in the studio is a big crucifix and the holy book. I followed it up by sprinkling some holy water in every corner and saying a prayer. Only then did I start to hang up big portraits displaying my works.

However, weird things started to happen like the crucifix for some reason would turn upside down on its own and I would right it, but it would the same thing again. At first, I thought maybe the hook was not strong enough, so I got a stronger one, but the case was the same. Then I put in a magnet and still, the same thing happened."

Goosebumps rose on his skin, he clenched his own shoulders, bracing for something like an impact. "Then the pictures would rearrange themselves every night, I swear to God at first I thought that I was going crazy, but I was not, they would switch positions. One morning, I found blood like tears pouring out of the eyes of a woman's portrait.

Then a voice came from the bracelet demanding that I make a deal with it, that I could get external fortune in exchange for my soul. I tried to take the bracelet off, but it won't come off. I lost control of my hands when I tried to rip it off again and the voice got really mad, and things started flying around." He leaned forward and whispered. "It is the devil.....I am certain of it." He clenched his teeth for a chill hit him like a wave.

Rekha clapped once and a victorious fist. "Demon! I was right." She exclaimed; her excitement earned her an unappreciative side glance from the man.

Maureen nodded, agreeing with Rekha. "Tell me that you did not take the deal Fin." She asked, her tone coated with worry, few humans could turn down such an offer after all. The benefits tied together with a threat that aroused fear was a good way of motivating humans to do as the dark forces wanted.

"Me! Make a deal with the devil? Never! I would rather die and go to heaven. That is why I am here." Fin responded, offended that Maureen even asked.

"Look at the bracelet." A young soft voice came to her from within, it was not the spirit's voice for she could identify it even in her sleep.

Blinking rapidly, Phoebe's eyes moved to the bracelet, to her it felt as if she was not the one controlling her eyes. She was the driver but someone else was controlling the car. With fresh eyes, she noticed that the bracelet was not immobile as it seemed, and it looked nothing like the shiny gold appearance it was using.

The bracelet was old black and brown wood, it had beads which were moving in a circular motion. On the beads were moving faces that twisted in silent screams.

She jumped back as her face became pale. "Oh my God!" She shouted, startling the rest.

"Something is off about that bracelet." The spirit quietly voiced to Phoebe.

Phoebe pulled her brows together. "I can see that!" She practically shouted, never taking her eyes off the bracelet.