The Dog Man And The Gypsy


On National Dog Day some of the Mystic Investigations team volunteered at the local dog shelter. While there our Demi-Mermaid Witch Rebecca Abernathy sensed one dog wasn’t quite right. Her Zoopathic animal communication powers told her a Black Labrador Retriever had a human mind! Our Psychic Julia Hathaway walked in and said the same thing! They communicated with the man dog and he telepathically said a Gypsy turned him into a dog after he accidentally hit her dog with a car. They kidnapped him right out of the vehicle and held him for a week until their transmutation ritual was complete. Indeed this was the man reported missing a week ago. His name is Pepe Hernandez.

We officially adopted the dog and brought him to Rebecca’s witches lair in the sub-basement of Mystic Investigations headquarters. In concert with our Cryptozoologist Dr. Ashley Abercrombie we attempted to return Pepe to human form. Things might have been a lot easier if his consciousness was simply transferred to a dog and his body was still intact. Unfortunately, it was a complete transformation that requires deeply dark powerful magic of a complicated sort. It was also intertwined with a curse making things even worse. Rebecca simply couldn’t reverse the curse-ridden spell! Dr. Abercrombie looked into using an experimental shape-shifting formula but we risked turning the man into a pile of biological goo!

We visited the Gypsy at her local encampment on the edge of the Enchanted Woodland. Her name was Vadoma and she was the leader of the gypsies who had only arrived in town three weeks ago. We respectfully reasoned with her to change Pepe back. I also asked why she didn’t bring the dog back to life if she had such power. She angrily refused to turn the man back and then admitted she did resurrect the dog! Vadoma stubbornly exclaimed,”Nobody screws with the Gypsies! He shall remain a canine for the remainder of his dog life!” Clearly, that would be less than a decade!

Rebecca started to get mad! I could see her enchanted eyes beginning to glow green with powerful witchcraft magic. However, I knew messing with Gypsies, in general, was a really bad idea and these particular ones seemed to have immense power! I calmed her down and we left empty handed. While the rest of the team walked away I apologized to the Gypsy for agitating her as I wasn’t interested in her cursing us! I implored her one last time to perhaps change Pepe back in a year or two. She roared,”No! He made my precious dog Timbo suffer! Mr.Hernandez will die like the dog that he is!” I lowered my head in silent respect as I bid her farewell. Now the man-dog named Pepe is our new watchdog until we can cure him! Hopefully, these Gypsies won’t cause any more trouble or we will be forced to deal with them the hard way!

#NationalDogDay

Magic Scottish School Mystery

McTavish Magic SchoolMystic Investigations has been chosen by Ian McTavish, one of the greatest Sorcerers on Earth, to investigate a series of unfortunate events at the prestigious McTavish International Academy Of Magical Sciences. The amazing academy is Rebecca Abernathy’s alma mater, and it’s magically cloaked on the shores of Loch Ness in the highlands of Scotland. The Headmaster McTavish doesn’t know who to trust anymore, and he judged Rebecca to be a good soul. Since we’re gaining a global reputation in paranormal investigations Ian decided our team might be able to get to the bottom of things. We took Duanna Sargon’s private jet. Before take off Drake Alexander’s vampire stalker, Elamia, hopped on to the wing as we were taking off, and punched a hole through the window. Duanna punched her in the face causing her to launch into a pond at the end of the tarmac. She vowed vengeance as she wallowed in the scum ridden waters. Once in the air many of us had fun while others fell asleep.

Once in Scotland we were welcomed as guests by one of Duanna’s vampire sons, Lord Cornwell. He had a huge castle in the picturesque Scottish countryside. Cornwell seemed like a stick in mud, and was very formal in all that he said, and did. He also insisted on being called Lord Cornwell or Sir Cornwell. Duanna seemed to gain joy by calling him Corny which made him cringe. Drake was eager to look for the home he grew up in as a child in 13th century Scotland. He thought it would be difficult with centuries of changing landscape but thanks to help from our psychic Julia Hathaway, Rebecca Abernathy;s magic, and his vampire mother Duanna we found the site of his home. The home used to sit at the foot of a Feudal Estate where his father was a serf. Now the entire area was woodland with only some random stones from the old manor. There was nothing left of Drake’s home. However he began digging into the Earth until it gave way beneath him, and he fell into a deep hole lined with stones. Drake said his father built a hiding place beneath their home to hide from the Feudal Lord McAllister’s drunken fits. He would get tanked up every so often, and go around declaring himself God over everyone. As Drake cleared the dirt from the walls we could see drawings he, his father, and mom had made. Drake then removed a stone to reveal a nearly rotted wood box. Inside was what he called the Amulet Of Andrew. Andrew being the patron saint of Scotland. His mother had given it to him for protection as a small child. Unfortunately when he tried to hold it in his hand it burned due to his demonic vampire DNA. I took it for him instead. Drake decided he was going to look into buying this land, and building a vacation home here.

The next day we all went to McTavish International Academy Of Magical Sciences. We walked to the shore of Loch Ness on a partly cloudy day in the upper 30’s with some fog rolling off the water. Our Cryptozoologist Ashley Abercrombie took our a special whistle to call forth the great Loch Ness Monster which none of us except Rebecca had seen before since he’s the magic schools mascot. Like many students she had the unique experience of riding around on the friendly Nessie. The great dinosaur like beast rose his head from the water, and let out an other worldly bellow as Rebecca yelled,”Nessie over here! It’s me Rebecca!” His bellows sounded like a laugh of sorts as he swam toward us like a flash of lightening. He came slightly on shore with his long front flippers sticking out, and his long giraffe like neck bowing down to kiss Rebecca. She giggled, and said,”Awww I missed you to Nessie!” Rebecca said she was going to ride Nessie into the school which was invisibly cloaked to everyone except those who have attended. So she was the only one who could see the buildings, and grounds further down the shore. She told us to walk in that direction, and wait for the academy to appear. Rebecca wanted me to join her but I wasn’t too keen on hitching a ride aboard the Loch Ness Monster. Although Zack Powers was more than happy to experience the magic of riding aloft a paranormal prehistoric aquatic beast. So they whooshed away on Nessie while the rest of us took in the sights of the Scottish countryside. After walking for a time Drake, and Duanna suddenly slammed into something invisible that nearly caused them to fall over. The rest of us had no issues walking further ahead while they stood there puzzled. Suddenly a stone building formed around us with Drake, and Duanna on the outside. We turned around to find a medieval looking castle with students bustling about. Rebecca, and a tall commanding figure of at least 6′ 5″ in height wearing a green velvet cape. He had emerald green eyes that almost seemed to glow with power, and nearly shoulder length hair that was crimson in color. In a booming John Tesh kind of voice he greeted us,”Welcome my friends from Mystic Investigations! I’m Ian McTavish!” Rebecca kept looking at him in this smitten kind of way as she had her arm around his. I think I was a bit jealous…LOL.

We all introduced ourselves. Ian was the kind of guy to give up all overbearing hand shakes that were borderline painful while gently kissing all the ladies hands. Our teenage bionic boy wonder Zack said later that he bent one of his steel fingers. Luckily nanobots repaired it instantly. Apparently Ian only decreases his hand shake grip if you grimace slightly. I inquired about why Duanna, and Drake could not enter. Rebecca then said she forgot about vampires not being allowed in the Academy. She knew both of them so well that she never thinks of them as vampires. Ian knew of their work in the fight against evil, and he waved his hand causing a portion of the wall to become invisible again. Duanna, and Drake were still standing there looking quite annoyed as Ian declared,”Enter my friends! Welcome to the McTavish International Academy Of Magical Sciences!” Ian took Duanna’s hand, and kissed it. He then said,”My what a strikingly beautiful vampiress you are. Sorry I don’t swing that way my dear.” He then let out a roar of a laugh. I assume he meant he wasn’t into vampire love interests. Duanna gave him a cross look. She only continued to tag along with us because it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to see the academy. Ian then said,”Ah yes Drake always good to meet a fellow Scotsman!” As he shook Drakes hand I heard a bone crack as Drake winced. Ian then replied,”Oh sorry my friend! Sometimes I don’t know my own strength!” He then chuckled a bit. My first impression of this guy was that of a blowhard with a huge ego but he has been a powerful force of good in the world so I suppose he had every right to act like a big shot. He was sure a hell of lot better than that rigid Sir Corny. He motioned for us to gather around him closely, and lowered his voice when he said,”There’s been a lot of unusual, and unfortunate incidents around our once peaceful Academy. I don’t know who to fully trust so as we travel about these hallowed halls I will introduce you as professors, and colleagues. The youngling will be a student naturally.” Zack frowned a bit as Ian slapped him on his bionic arm. It nearly caused him to fall over. This McTavish was one strong bastard physically, and magically!

He took us on a brief tour of the large magic school consisting of a huge grey stoned castle in the middle of the grounds right on the shore of Loch Ness, and several other medieval looking structures around it with plenty of field, and forest landscape in between. There was a huge moat around the entire estate that emptied or was supplied by Loch Ness at two points. The water moved in an odd manner. I couldn’t really tell which way it was going. In the center of the mystical grounds was a huge water fountain with gold, and silver coins thrown in it for good luck, and wishes. Various paranormal animals trotted about including a gaggle of rainbow glittering peacocks strutting to, and fro. Every so often they would fly a few feet in the air leaving a trail of glittering dust behind which would take several minutes to settle to the ground. The most spectacular was a bright white Unicorn that came up to us leaving a trail of iridescent sparkled behind it. She was supposedly one of the only trained Unicorns on Earth since they are notoriously shy, and cautious creatures. The Unicorns mystical rainbow colored eyes with intermittent shimmering was quite mesmerizing. We all petted her silky soft coat as Drake said,”This isn’t the Unicorn I saved coming back to grant me a wish is it?” Ian replied,”Not likely Drake! This fine creature has never left these grounds in decades! Tell us of your life saving tale!” Drake doesn’t like to brag but he reluctantly replied,”Well in October of 2010 I saved a Unicorn from a Werewolf attack in Woodland Springs.” McTavish then replied,”You magnificent bastard!” as he patted Drake on the back with such force that he nearly fell over. He then countered,”I saved this lovely lass when she was just a little foal….from a pack of 13 Werewolves under the spell of a trio of Wizards but whose counting huh Drake old man!” He forcefully slapped Drake in the back again, and Drake replied,”Damn Ian!” Drake then slapped Ian super hard on his back causing him to bend over a bit. Both men started laughing as Ian said,”Damn Alexander you really pack a wallop!” Then we all started laughing at what I have no idea. This caused the Unicorn to bolt away, and then we all abruptly stopped.

All the professors, staff, and students seem nice for the most part but one professor in particular gave me the creeps. He was a sinister looking man with frazzled black hair, and cold coal black blood shot eyes who wore a dark purple robe, and a glittering gold vest underneath it. He muttering something as he gave us all cold stares. McTavish yelled at him as he walked away,”Professor Velnias please don’t spend so much time talking to us. You’re chewing our ears off man!” We all started laughing, and he said,”Velnias is a bastard but he’s a damn fine professor of Necromancy!” Once in Headmaster McTavish’s office, and home, which was a small castle on a hill overlooking the entire school, he gave us our assignments so we could blend in, and investigate various incidents which includes zombies, werewolves, and all manner of evil creatures somehow infiltrating the school. Some students, and professors having such horrific nightmares that they woke up with wounds. Usually within the wall of this hallowed institution everyone has sweet vivid dreams due to a magic dream spell. There have also been numerous menacing apparitions appearing despite powerful protection spells in place. In addition there have been various acts of sabotage that have caused some injuries. Thankfully nobody has died yet. Again Ian many centuries ago personally put powerful protection spells to prevent injury, and death. There has never been an issue until now. He didn’t want to admit it but he was clearly shaken that something was undermining his almighty authority, and magical powers of sorcery. So we headed off to get to the bottom of things. Unfortunately as I began to leave the office I turn around, and see Ian hugging Rebecca while kissing her on the cheek. Man this guy really thinks he’s something doesn’t he?

To Be Continued….

The Behemothic Blaze

Forest Fire Of HellIt was Monday morning April 2nd and Psychic Julia Hathaway had fallen asleep just before Noon at the offices of Mystic Investigations while the rest of us went to the cafeteria for lunch.  Her mind entered the infinite expanse of the dream plane, and visions of hellish flames haunted her.  She witnessed a nightmarish blaze ravaging a woodland with billowing smoke so thick it blocked out the sun.  Crimson light reflected above while orange wildfires roared around her.  In the distance she could hear blood curdling screams for help as animals ran for dear life.  Julia ran toward the screams, and found a man trapped under a fallen tree while his wife, and two kids tried to lift it off.  Nearby their house was consumed with violent fire, as trees continued to fall about after their trunks were burnt.  He pleaded with them to save themselves, and leave him behind.  They finally decided to leave, and the mother, and her kids got into a mini van, and sped down the dirt road.  However it was too late.  A behemoth line of flames engulfed the roadway. The woman floored it as her kids cried in terror.  Then Julia saw a tree fall on the car in the middle of the fiery inferno, and the all hope was lost.

Julia then directed her mind to fly her up into the air so she could get a birds eye view of the flaming devastation.  After looking at a number charred unreadable street signs she finally found a town sign that said “Conifer”.  She could tell by the landscape that she was still in Colorado.  So the hell on Earth was taking place in Jefferson County which is a few counties away from Comanche County in which her current location of Woodland Springs exists.  At that moment she jolted awake in a cold sweat, and looked up the various phone numbers for Jefferson County Colorado authorities.  Each call either received a laugh or assurance that there was only a controlled wildfire going on in the area.  She then gave up, and ran to the cafeteria in a deeply agitated state telling us of her horrific vision.  I immediately announced,”Okay team lets get down there, and take care of business.  Pack up, and be on the heliport in 20 minutes.  Hunter go get the Mysticopter, and we’ll meet you on the roof!”  Everyone scrambled out of the lunch room to prepare for fire fighting search, and rescue operations.  Hunter hopped into his Humvee and raced to the nearby Woodland Springs Airport to retrieve the Mysticopter, a souped up Bell 22 helicopter given to Mystic Investigations by a billionaire client.

Twenty minutes later we were all on the roof anxious at our pro bono mission at hand.  A minute later the Mysticopter landed a flurry of whipping winds.  We all boarded, and flew away into the skies headed for Conifer, Colorado ready for action.  Hunter Jackson piloted the magnificent Mysticopter while I rode shotgun co-piloting.  The helicopter raced ahead and within minutes gargantuan columns of smoke rose in front of us.. From above the devastation was remarkable as the roaring flames of orange and red raged through the forests below.  Julia still wasn’t getting any psychic data on the family she saw in her vision.  Hunter then said,”I got what appears to be a group of deer trapped in the fire on infrared radar.”  I then replied,”Bring us in low, and I’ll clear a trail for them with the COcannon.  I activated the cannon which let loose a sonic burst of carbon dioxide, and the hellish inferno was eradicated from a narrow path leading to a dirt road.  The deer dashed down our opening to freedom as we flew away.  Our bionic boy wonder, and supernatural technologist Zack Powers yelled,”Awesome!” because we rarely get to see the Mysticopter in action since it doesn’t tie into our cases that often.

We then spotted a line of five cars stopped in front of a whipping wall of fire in the roadway ahead with a line of blazes forging forth in back of them.  We swooped in, and fired up the carbon dioxide cannon while our powerful helicopter blades help push back some of the flames as well.  The grateful motorists honked their horns as they speed down the roadway we cleared.  Zack then said he could hear a girl screaming in his bionic ear.  He directed our air fortress to the location, and we saw a small girl high up in a tree clinging to the trunk for dear life on our cam.  She cried for her mommy to help her amid the thick black smoke which caused her cough in between her pleas for assistance.  Drake Alexander whipped the door open, and leaped to the ground from thirty feet in the air.  Despite the sun he was safe due to the thick smoke cover.  Drake then raced to the tree, jumped up several feet to the branch the girl was on, and grabbed her.  He leaped down, and we dropped a ladder down to him.

Once on board we put a blanket on the girl, and gave her some water.  She was a blond haired girl who appeared to be six or seven.  She said she’d been playing in the woods alone when the fire struck.  We asked the girl where she lived and then we flew about a half-mile north to a large two story log cabin blazing like a bonfire.  Julia Hathaway sensed there a feminine presence still barely alive inside.  We fired the COcannon at the house but it was out of ammo.  Rebecca Abernathy jumped from the helicopter twenty five feet in the air, and yelled , “Mystic Sphere!”  A neon pink orb of energy materialized around the witch, and she floated down crashing through the flame ridden roof of the cabin.  Once inside Rebecca couldn’t see a thing due to the thick black smoke, and flames.  She was protected within her magical pink bubble.  She then called unto her coven,”I call upon my sisters within my sacred coven.  Guide me to our fellow female whose trapped within these fanning flames of fury.”  The collective power of the coven then gave her the ability to sense the woman down the hall in the room on the left.  Rebecca’s sphere flew to the woman, and she pulled her inside.  Rebecca then flew up crashing through what remained of the roof, and back up to the Mysticopter.  Once inside we discovered the woman was dead.

The sweet little girl cried as she clinged to her sheet white lifeless mother.  Drake then exclaimed loudly,”Not on my watch dammit!”  Julia pulled the girl away as Drake bit into his wrist, and dripped his vampirical blood into the womans mouth.  Vampire blood is known for it’s curative properties.  I began CPR heart compressions, and Rob Edmunds pumped oxygen into her.  Rebecca then screamed,”Clear! Electrica concussa potestatem!”  Her hands then gave off a golden electrical energy mimicking a doctors emergency defibrillator.  She shocked the woman three times before I excitedly exclaimed,”We have sinus rhythm!” as I observed the electrocardiogram.   Seconds later she began coughing as the vampire blood took effect.  Julia fought back tears as she held the little girl, and gleefully said,”Your mommy is alive honey!”  The little girl crawled to her mother lying on the helicopter floor as we knelt around them smiling at the lives we had saved.  I then told Hunter to fly to the nearest medical center ASAP!

We landed in a hospital parking lot, and carried the woman into the ER.  As we headed back to the helicopter a police officer said we couldn’t just land our helicopter here.  I then said,”Hey pal we’re saving lives here!”  He then shot back,”I don’t think so pal!  I’m detaining all of you, and ordering you to shut down that illegal unmarked helicopter.”  Drake our lawyer then stepped over, and said the officer had no right to detain us.  The officer then took out his gun, and yelled,”This gives me the right to detain you jackass!”  He then talked into his radio saying,”11-96 11-56 requesting back-up!  Everyone on the ground, and shut that damn helicopter down!”  I then said,”What the hell is your problem?”  He then replied,”Comply with my lawful orders or face the consequences!”  Rebecca then walked  up to him, and asked if he was on meds or perhaps off his meds.  He put the gun right in her face, and she screamed,”Mystic Sphere!”  The pink sphere appeared out of thin air around her, and erupted right into the officer sending him flying ten feet on to the pavement.  Drake then bellowed,”Let’s get the hell out of here!”  As we rose into the air the officer got up dazed, and shot at us.  We laughed as the bullets bounced off the bullet proof hull.  I then mentioned how lucky it was we flew around in an unmarked helicopter.

We sped back to the wildfires to continue our volunteer rescue mission. Julia suddenly got a vision replaying her first vision that initiated our quest.  She now knew exactly where we had to go to save the family in her nightmare.  We landed the Mysticopter near a one story ranch house on fire.  It was the house in Julia’s vision.  We ran up just as a guy came out holding two kids.  He set the kids down, and screamed,”Where’s your mom!  She was right behind us!  At that moment a tree burning nearby began to fall.  It would have landed on the man if not for Drake catching it.  The was shocked not only by the near miss of the massive foliage but the raw awesome power of Drake as he held the tree at bay with one hand.  He then launched the tree away into the woods.  Rebecca, and I ran inside at that moment to find the mother nervously packing up photos, and other keepsakes.  She grabbed up the box, and we all dashed outside as a beam nearly collapsed on us.  The whole family then hugged as Julia breathed a sigh of relief now that her vision had been resolved.  Our entire group flew to safety, and we dropped the family off near a hotel.

Our fantastic flying fortress took off, and headed for more trouble.  Rebecca’s cell phone rang, and it was her sister witch, Samantha, from her coven calling.  She said the coven was meditating after Rebecca called on them mystically for power.  The Goddesses informed them that the wildfire were the product of a rare Phoenix Firebird.  The infamous variety of supernatural bird composed of unholy flames that rises from the ashes when it dies.  This could be the plausible explanation for why the local authorities informed so few people about the fire.  Federal authorities may have been hunting the bird, and ordered the local government to stand down  Unfortunately the government has a negative track record when it comes to dealing with the supernatural.  They either refuse to acknowledge the existence of the metaphysical or handle it in an improper manner.  That’s why it’s up to us in the private paranormal community to take down the nefarious beings that threaten humankind.  Now our mission turned from normal rescue to paranormal hunting.  It’s a race against the clock to take down this firely fiend before he costs countless lives!

To Be Continued…