A Simple Salt-and-Burn

A kid, probably in his late teens‒couldn’t be older than nineteen‒with pale skin and shaggy hair tied back in a low ponytail that started out black on top and turned white further down his head, stood inside a ring of candles that burned with an unearthly green flame and a metallic smell almost like ozone hung around the area. In front of him also inside the ring was a headstone that read In Loving Memory of Catherine Jeanette McHale and on the other side of the headstone stood the nearly translucent figure of a teenage girl.The brothers shared an exasperated look, scenarios of how this could go downhill playing through their minds. Just what they needed, some kid messing with stuff they didn’t understand and getting killed as a result. They pulled out their rock-salt loaded shotguns and jumped into action, dropping their stealth to close in on the gravestone.