Miss Black Cat moved like the wind. She dragged out the group one by one. The emo Scab cried like a sissy while Mrs Rutherford shrieked like her life depended on it and it did. Mr Petrova moved faster than his years while Beth, as she rushed out thought that she would make a killing out of this. Business was business after all.
Wraith took out his red chalk and said to Hex. "Go outside with Miss Black Cat."
What this really meant was, stay close outside just in case it all goes wrong. From here on in Wraith would have to be very careful on what he said.
Samuel Ricketts hovered over to Wraith. "He likes you, do you know that?" Wraith smiled and started marking out the Vox inferno spell.
"I'm being serious." He said. "He admires you and your mother."
Wraith finished off the spell. The call had now been made.
Samuel Ricketts looked down at the spell and studied its markings. "Nice line work, I like how you used Latin font for the writing, nice touch."
Wraith sat down and ignored the idiot. He watched the markings on the floor, slowly the dust from the chalk began to shake.
"Can you hear me Mr Macabre?" The voice seemed to come from all around. It sounded like an old man speaking. "Mr Wraith are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here." Wraith replied. He noticed the ghost of Samuel Ricketts give a tip of the hat and faded away, his work was done.
"That's wonderful I'm very happy to meet you at last."
Wraith wasn't sure how to play this. He expected flames and screaming and threats and all what the bible said the devil would be like. But then bad people always put on a mask when they speak, don't they?
"Mr Macabre are you still there."
"Yes, I'm here. What is it you want?"
"Oh, I want nothing Mr Macabre, nothing at all. No, I wanted to tell you something."
Here it comes Wraith thought. This is it.
"I wanted to tell you about an awful chap called flux."
It was a bloody trick, that's all this is, Wraith thought. A bloody childlike trick.
"Now before you start wondering anything Mr Macabre I'd like you to know some things. Simply put, I'm slowly losing control of hell."
"Pardon?"
"When we last met, you didn't give me time to explain. I got angry, said some things I didn't really mean. So, I thought it's best this time to phone you up as it were."
"You're lying."
"Of course, you'd think that. I'm known for it. But rest assured Mr Macabre the kingdom of hell is in turmoil."
Wraith's heart was pounding harder than he thought possible. He took a couple of deep breaths to slow it down, he cleared his head the best he could and asked the obvious question.
"Who is this flux then?"
"The flux is a product of hell itself. It evolved in the sub levels where all the misery and despair ooze down to. It is basically a conscience virus. The fly in the ointment and..."
Everything went quiet. Wraith looked at the spell it was still turned on. Then the voice came back.
"It wants to overthrow me and take over the world of the living. We need help, we need you Wraith."
Wraith's mind was racing fast. He needed to think. "Can we speak again about this? I need room to think."
"Flux grows stronger each night. We have less than a year before hell rises to the streets of London."
Wraith stood up and said. "I will use this spell combination to speak with you."
"Wraith. I thank you."
With that the fine red chalk blew away on unseen winds. Wraith gave a tut. He had forgotten to call him a jerk; he then walked out of the public toilets. It seemed like a fitting place to chat to the devil. Outside the ghost tour group were in hysterics.
As soon as Miss Black Cat saw Wraith she ran over. "What happened? What did he want? What did he say?"
Hex shouted. "One of the group, I think it was the weirdo in black, called the police."
Wraith motioned to Miss Black Cat. "We need to leave right now."
"But my friend, she's really upset."
"Do you want to know what the devil said?" Wraith asked with a raised eye brow.
Miss Black Cat jumped into Wraith's car, so did Hex. Wraith jumped in too and gunned the engine and before anyone knew it, they were miles from a crazy first night ghost tour that the police would put down to misadventure. Beth on the other hand would play it up so much on social media that the next ghost tour she would have at least 30 people there. Business was business after all.