01-22 Conspiracy & Zombies



Granny can’t get the glove-wearing-pale-persons’ mystery out of her head, and she has decided to take action while Taïga is away at Easter Camp. After discretely asking around, she’s finally found a private detective who she’s meeting with tonight.

‘Mrs. Grey?’ Granny turns around and stares at the good looking, but eccentrically dressed, man standing behind her with his hand outstretched.

‘Err… Good evening. You must be Mr. Smith, the private detective I called this morning?’ She says tentatively.

‘Bledsoe, Phineas Bledsoe.’ The man smiles warmly. ‘And I’m not exactly a private detective. I’m a journalist and I’ve been doing a lot of research about this ‘phenomenon’ here in Midnight Hollow…’

Granny waits for him to continue.

‘I’m a friend of Jonah Smith.’

‘Oh… And where’s Mr. Smith?’

‘We’ll join him a little later, there’s a meeting tonight I think you’ll find interesting.’


Granny listens carefully while Phineas Bledsoe quickly fills her in on the discoveries he’s made since he came to Midnight Hollow. Which isn’t much, by the way.


‘… vanished! But we’re looking into that. So, you said you had photos? Did you bring them?’


Granny fumbles in her purse and brings out the pictures she has taken.


Phineas Bledsoe scrutinizes the photos. ‘How did you manage to take those? Have you been staking out the roofs in town?’

Granny laughs and gestures vaguely, ‘Oh… It’s not important!’ I can’t really tell him I was riding a broom when I took these…


Phineas Bledsoe takes her through the dark streets to the secret meeting. Granny recognizes John Doe and his son Joseph. They look suspiciously at her and acknowledges her a little reluctantly with a nod. Granny realizes she’s the only female, and wonders if that’s the cause of the hostility…

I would try to read their minds if I could get them alone…


‘Ah, there he is!’ Phineas Bledsoe points at a bald man getting out of a taxi a bit further down the street. ‘Come on over Jonah! Let me introduce you to Mrs. Grey.’

Jonah Smith greets her warmly. His attention is drawn to another new person. ‘Who’s brought the child? I’ve already told you: No kids! Get rid of him now – we don’t have much time until we have to take up our positions at the “zone”… Can we talk in private, Miss Grey? If you’ll excuse us a moment, gentlemen.’

Hmm… Here’s a man who’s used to be in charge…

Jonah Smith leads Granny away, out of earshot of the little group.


‘So, after what you told me on the phone, you’re onto something important. Could you develop?’

Jonah listens to Granny’s theories without interrupting her. His scrutinizing eyes never leaves her face.


‘Excuse me, Miss Grey…’ Jonah Smith makes a sign to John Doe, who is looking at them from a distance. ‘I’m coming, John!’

He turns back to Granny, ‘We have a rather risky mission tonight and perfect timing is important. I’ll contact you.’ He leaves without waiting for her answer…

Granny knew it would be difficult, but she had hoped for a little information. After all, she’s on their side! Risky! Hmpff…


Granny watches them all leave. “A meeting I think you’ll find interesting”… She snorts contemptuously. I don’t even know if this Jonah Smith will really get in touch again…

She’s standing alone in the dark alley, when suddenly she can hear footsteps approaching. She quickly hides in the shadows.

One, two, three… four persons pass her hurriedly, staring straight ahead of them as if unseeing. Granny listens carefully after a sign of more people coming. When she’s sure she’s alone, she steps out into the street again.

What’s happening? Why are they in such a hurry?


And where are they going? Hey! That’s Miss Holden!

Recognizing Taïga’s English teacher, she decides to follow them.


Staying out of sight, she follows them to the park. She counts to three before walking across the street and entering the dimly lit park herself. She’s welcomed by an eerie silence. It’s as if they have all vanished into thin air…

Brooding Granny decides to walk home. “There’s a meeting tonight I think you’ll find interesting.” Blahblah… this is like an English gentlemen’s club – no women admitted…


In the absence of her nosy sister, Missy has chosen to have some fun. In the light of the full moon, she creates a green, malevolent cloud.

She rubs her hands. Time to get down to business!

But the residential street she has picked out is too empty and disappointed she starts walking. I must surely run into someone at least walking their dog!


Finally she comes across a poor guy on his way home.

‘Salut! Eşti singur?’ (Hi! Are you alone?)

‘Eh, da.’ Is that old lady coming on to me?


The young man can’t believe his eyes! The old lady is drawing a wand and starting to sing an incantation…

Crazy people in this town. I’m outta here! Darn it… I can’t move!


Too late. Missy snickers and watches the young man turn a sickly green, his members dislocating.

It worked! So am I a Zombie Master? 

The figure focuses on her and growls.

‘Oups! Better get out of here before he decides he’ll eat his maker! I don’t think an apple will do the trick this time…’

She conjures a piece of raw meat and throws it at him. ‘Cheerio!’


Missy is on a high! She was only supposed to try out her spell, but she’s having so much fun! On her way back home she transforms another poor guy, then another…

‘I’m the Zombie master!’ Or soon I will be the Zombie master, anyway…


But as usual when you’re having fun…

Uh-oh! Granny… Darn, judgmental Granny!


Granny sets the newly created zombie on fire without breaking her stride.

‘We need to talk, Missy. I’ll wait for you in the study.’


Frustrated, Missy watches “her” zombie burn and slowly die… for good this time.

She watches him wither, ‘My snotty sister is always interfering, spoiling the fun and making me look like an idiot! But not this time! This time I’ll tell her what I think, and if she doesn’t like it she can take her grandchild and leave. And the disgusting dog!’


Granny is furious with her sister. Why has she started again? Didn’t she learn her lesson last time? I will have to do something really drastic to make her stop before she becomes like our grandmother… And I definitely have to take Taïga out of school before it’s too late…


‘AAAaaaargh! Why does she always have to interfere?’

Missy turns her back on the agonizing zombie and follows Granny inside, forgetting all about the cloud she created less than an hour ago…


No need for Missy to transform real living people anymore. The maleficent cloud is slowly drifting away and the earth opens, vomiting zombies in its wake…




Granny is waiting for Missy in the study. She doesn’t know if she’s more worried than angry at her. She really thought her sister would have abandoned her lifelong wish to become a Zombie Master. She hasn’t done anything suspicious since their arrival in Midnight Hollow, but then again she remembers Missy talking about a scientific project with Dr. Franke at Fascinating Facts Observatory, and about access to the hospital morgue…

Why does it take so long? I can’t wait to- The creaking of a floor board on the landing just outside the door stops her pacing.


It’s Missy tiptoeing up to her room, making as little noise as possible. She has changed her mind about speaking her mind and would rather avoid a confrontation with her sister.

‘Missy? Is that you?’

Missy stops with one foot in the air. Of course it’s me! Who else could it be? A zombie? She sighs. Better get this over with…



Hesitantly Missy pushes the door to the study. Her sister is standing in the middle of the room, a grave expression on her face. Granny seems utterly calm. Which must be a good sign. Or not. She steps in and closes the door behind her.

‘I want an explanation about what you were doing, and it better be a good one!’


Missy rolls her eyes. Always nagging, worse than our Mother… Not that I know about her nagging, as she died when I was born, but anyway. Hmm. She seems calm enough. I might just be able to pull it off this time…


She puts on a suitable expression and starts explaining, ‘I just wanted to have some fun, and these young people hanging around looking for trouble, really begged for it!’


Granny raises an eyebrow. ‘So there were more than one? How many are we talking about here?’

‘Err… Two… Or three. But you finished one, so I suppose there are still two out there.’


‘Suppose?’ Now it’s Granny’s turn to roll her eyes. Thank the goddess there are only two…

Missy turns to leave. ‘Can we get this over with? I’d like to watch East Ender’s before-’


Faced with Missy’s total lack of repentance, Granny finally loses her temper.

‘Don’t you think about the CONSEQUENCES at all? What about the innocent people getting ATTACKED? What about the CHILDREN?’


Granny’s outburst destabilizes Missy. ‘But they’re away at Easter camp! Almost all of them…’

Granny calms down a little. She knows she’ll get nowhere by screaming at her sister. ‘Are you serious? They’ll be back in a couple of days and we’ll have an invasion by then!’

‘Well… they shouldn’t be out late anyway…’ Missy answers petulantly.


‘I can’t believe you just said that! I won’t repeat myself, Missy! You promised our Grandmother you’d keep away from black magic!’

‘OK, OK… I promise I won’t do it again.’ But Missy is crossing her fingers behind her back.

‘Good. I take your word for it. I’ll tell you what you have to do to make everything all right again. Look at me!’ Missy looks up, but when Granny starts talking about the boring cleansing and protective rituals she’ll have to perform, she just tunes Granny’s voice out.

Missy has just come to think about something that might be of importance… The green cloud she created. If it works like it should they’ll have more than an invasion on their hands…


After what seems like an eternity, Granny stops talking.

Missy blinks, ‘Are you done? Err… I’m tired. Can we continue this conversation tomorrow? See how things are working out… Maybe they will just… disappear!’ she adds hopefully.

‘You know perfectly well they won’t!’ Granny walks over to the palantìr. ‘I need you to help me localize the zombies. Before they bite anyone.’


Uh-oh. The dang crystal ball will show Granny everything! Including the green cloud! She’ll throw a fit and it’ll be all my fault – as usual.

‘No! No way am I letting you use that thing to get me to do your biddings!’ Upset, Missy turns to leave.


SIT DOWN!’ Granny’s dark and powerful voice reverberates around the walls of the study, which suddenly seems tinier and darker than before.


Missy almost throws herself on the chair against her will. ‘Please…’


Granny concentrates… But the palantìr is strangely silent…

‘Ahem…’ Missy coughs, ‘Maybe you could ask if there’s a man for me? Maybe?’

Granny just looks sternly back at her.

‘But then again, it might not be the moment…’ Missy’s voice trails off.

Granny tries to concentrate but it’s impossible to localize the zombies with Missy talking all the time…

‘Wait… I can see something… Hecate? … No. It was nothing.’ Abruptly she puts the palantír to rest.

Killing two zombies can’t be important enough to call on the demons from the Underground? There must be another way than to summon Hecate…


Granny stands up with a forced smile. ‘We have to do it ourselves. Just like the last time…’

Missy sulks. ‘I get it…’

Granny squeezes her arm lightly. ‘Now get that broom of yours and go out and make things right again!’


Suddenly Missy throws herself in Granny’s arms. ‘Goodbye.’


‘If I perish to the bite of a zombie, I just wanted you to know that…’


Granny slowly pushes her away. ‘Just go and cast the spells, and I’ll take care of the creatures. OK?’

Missy sniffs. ‘OK.’


Missy spends the rest of the night casting protective spells around each and every house in Midnight Hollow…


… while Granny rides around town, searching for signs of the zombies.


At dawn, she has to give up. She can’t let anyone see her riding around on a broom. After the exhausting hours spent searching for the zombies, she occupies the whole next day researching the grimoires for information.

Hmm… I thought it would be enough to kill them off… but to do that we have to find them! There must be another way than to summon Hecate… Hmmm… I’ll better make some healing potions, too. Just in case…

TV Newscast Photo Effect: https://www.tuxpi.com/photo-effects/fake-newscast

They’re still at the same point at nightfall. Missy has slept since she came back after breakfast, and Granny is starting to feel the exhaustion catching up on her too.

She brings her late lunch into the den and turns on the television. Maybe Missy was right, after all. Maybe the zombies have just disappeared… Maybe her magic has worn off, she’s only a second born after all. Her magic isn’t reliable…

She zaps to the news channel and watches an image of a deserted street in Midnight Hollow. She squints at the clock, it shows almost three, so it’s something live. She blows on the hot mushroom soup. ‘Mmm… Maybe I should have added some salt…’

The news anchor is talking with a serious expression, all the while arranging papers on her desk. The image changes to a helicopter view of the Fascinating Facts Observatory, and a green cloud slowly sifting past.

‘What the Heck!?!’ Granny spills hot soup all over her dress, making her jump up from the armchair. She turns up the sound even though she doesn’t understand what’s being said. ‘MISSYYY!’

Missy comes running, clutching her robe and her hair on end. ‘OhMyGod! I thought you were being attacked by a zombie – not only spilled hot soup all over you!’ Hmm… That’s a good idea. Getting bitten will scare my uppity sister and take her down from her high horses…

Granny is gesticulating with the remote, ‘What are they saying!?!’

‘Err…’ She rubs sleep from her eyes, ‘There’s a curfew imposed by the mayor, and the habitants are advised against going out even during daytime. Apparently there’s been some kind of accident at the Fascinating Facts Observatory, and dangerous chemicals are spreading over the town. Witnesses have seen a green cloud”…’ Uh-oh…


‘Exactly! I saw it drift past – a sickly green cloud! Could it be a Voodoo shimmer? Have you got anything to do with this, Missy?’

‘Err… I might have forgotten about it. I didn’t think it was important.’ Missy shrugs.

Granny closes her eyes and draws a deep breath. ‘I’ll go upstairs and change, then we’ll have to pay the graveyard a visit!’

‘I suppose it means I can’t go back to sleep?’

‘Absolutely not!’

Granny hurries upstairs but Missy calls after her, ‘Are we going to see Maman Brigitte*?’

‘Err… No. We’re summoning Hecate.’ This will be tougher than I thought. Decidedly I’ll have to tell her about what I saw in the palantìr.

Granny touches the chain around her neck. The pendant was her mother’s and her mother’s before that – a big yellow topaz. But the pendant also once belonged to Hecate, and the witches “won” it by tricking her.

She’ll want it back. Badly… Maybe it would be better if I left it at home…

*Voodoo: Maman Brigitte, as she is often called, is the female Guardian of Graves, a powerful magical deity of cemeteries.

Part I – End of Chapter 22

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