Oak the Otter placed his hand on the bone in front of him. Birch and Fir looked on as Aloe Vera read the bones for the impressionable Otter.
“You know he really does believe anything that people say about him right?” Fir started.
“It’s tough to be that way. I’ve been there, I understand what it’s like when you feel like you don’t know who you are.” Birch continued.
“You are a killer” Aloe Vera said aloud. Oak reeled back surprised by this response wondering what exactly brought this answer from the dead.
“I’ve conversed with the spirit of the ancestors and they told me exactly who you are. You are Acacia. A rabid animal who lives feeding off of others waiting for the moment in which they can gain their rightful place amongst the cesspool of waste that is their friends.”
“Acacia is my best friend Aloe Vera. You must have it all wrong. I-”
Suddenly Aloe Vera’s started chanting.
“Farato Nonkoe Netazema” Aloe Vera began.
“Miss Aloe Vera?” Oak the Otter asked trying to confirm who he was talking to. Fir and Birch could see that Aloe Vera convulsing. It was quite a sight witnessing the Shaman in the middle of her work with the spirits calling upon them to help her with her duties as a servant of the ancestors.
“Kitzuat Sharaktoe BalobaloBALO” The Black bear’s body wouldn’t stop convulsing and just as it would stop the shaking would come back more violently. Aloe Vera’s head tilted and looked directly in the area where Birch was sitting.
“Hell has no fury like a bat with a thirst” Aloe Vera then stared directly into Birches mouth agape baring all her fangs in a tight scream. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh”
As soon as the words came out Aloe Vera’s kind natured face returned and everybody sat there in shared trauma.
“Woa sorry there Oak!” Aloe Vera began back up again her normal self. “So what was said to you?”
“Uhm…that I don’t have great friends”
“Well it’s not like the ancestors to lie, take heed to their words. Always listen to the voice of the forest? Then you won’t stray off and become maddened by the its call.”
“Ok…thanks Aloe Vera”
“Don’t mention it.”
Bat. Birch heart started pulsing. In the corner of the room he could see the ghosts from his past start to form in the shadows.
“Woa, Hey Birch are you seeing this? Fir expressed with a little fear. Someone must be outside”
No. That’s too far back. You shouldn’t listen to the ravings of a mad woman.
“Wait Birch its actually starting to scare me that shadow is coming closer”
Rafflesia. A girl Birch had grown very attached to from a distance only to find out she was crazy. She invited Birch over one night and rufied him. Birch’s memory was so foggy. She stuck her fingers in his mouth, up his ass, everywhere all while Birch was cracked out of his mind. All the ways this girl chose to violate him he couldn’t even remember clearly. What he did remember clearly was her laying on top of him staring, eyes unwavering, she hadn’t moved an inch within an entire 2 hours.