A note from Lini to the readers:
Hello, and thank you for reading this story. I am temporarily disrupting this story to warn you that Lock saw me writing this and wanted to post his own story. He's been working on it secretly so I have no Idea what he's been writing or what he's written about me. Anyway, I said I'd tell people, so know you've been told. It may show up tomorrow or a year from now; whenever he's finished it I guess. I also wanted to thank trista for transcribing this for me because I know she's a two finger typist and I know it takes her a long time to write. Bye!
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[back to the story]
Weeks passed and every night I studied the book. The spells became part of my day to day life. I even became more popular, scince now I could do all the cool tricks. But I was starting to grow apart from everyone. My head got big and I got really cocky. No one suspected the source of my new found power, except for Junior, who knew me too well not to. It's part of the whole twin thing I think. I remember him asking me if everything was alright. He must have shared his suspicions with Lock, Shock, and Barrel because they stared asking questions too. That just got on my nerves, and I told them to eff off. I was happy; why did they have to try and ruin that? They were just jealous that I was becoming popular. I ignored their concern, heck, I just flat-out ignored them. Have you ever done anything so mean to someone else that you would all but sell your soul to take it back? That's how I feel about my actions now. It got that bad. Soon we just weren't talking to each other. I wasn't even close to my own twin any more. Mom and Dad even sensed something was wrong, but they didn't press the issue. Maybe they thought it was just a phase or something; you know parents. Not that their intervening would have helped; the power was just too addictive. I was really good at magic and hiding my use of it. Mostly I used it on rather fickle stuff: to make chores go faster, if a teacher made me mad I caused her to undergo an embarrassing accident, and to do tricks to entertain "friends". In fact I had been looking in the book to see if there was a spell in there to make me taller when a scrap of cloth fell out from somewhere in the middle of the book. I turned to the page it had come form when I saw the most complicated spell ever. It consisted of two circles and must have had at least twenty runes. It had a very vague description as to what it was for, but that just made me curious and as I had promised myself I would learn every spell I decided to learn it next. It had a whole seris of instructions; not to mention someone had hand written instructions specifying the use of the scrap of cloth among other things. Since the hand written instructions were more specific, and the stuff you needed according to their instructions seemed easier to find so I just figured they were just simplified instructions. It did strike me as strange that objects were even needed, most spells are just "envision the circle and whisper the names", sometimes you can just think the names. If fact lots of things struck me as strange, but I just ignored those nagging feelings. It took exactly one week to get every thing ready since I still had school and all. The circle had to be drawn to a certain size so it had to be performed outside because that size didn't fit in my room. It almost didn't happen because as I tried to sneak out that night because Zero decided I had come down to play with him. I got outside though, I drew out the circle, and I placed all the items as according to the instructions, with the scrap of burlap right in the center. It immediately started to work in a flash of red fire and smoke like the flames of hell. Then the smoke cleared and I saw what I'd created. I that moment I realized why we did not have magic. Why this book was was locked in a trunk for who knows how many years. For the first time I saw the evil things one could do with magic, in this my biggest mistake ever. Oh, what I wouldn't do to go back and never have picked up the book. I had brought back Oogie Boogie. It was all my fault...
