Eleanor Lash, the spectral matriarch of Provincetown's Church of America, lurched towards the ritual circle where Sam Hain and Casey Rose were set to be married, ushering in Halloween and blessing the Autumn Harvest.
Well bitch was not. Having. It!
Saint Lash had succeeded in her prophetic threats, managing to cross the threshold separating life and death via the splattered remains of Becky the professional wedding planner, and now Eleanor was out for blood! She cruelly snapped her barbed whip as she skulked through the dense fog towards the wedding party.
"You animals disgust me. You flaunt your inhibitions like animals rutting in a barn. This will not be tolerated in my Provincetown!"
A circle of ghosts, nearly ten people deep, emerged from the mist and converged upon the wedding guests. The pale Pilgrims floated forward, bobbing ever so slightly as though they walked upon the fog. They held jagged farm tools and flickering, green torches. The esteemed guests, uncertain of the ghost's intention, crowded back to back as the circle of spirits drew closer and closer. Some guests threw chairs at the ghosts, but the mundane objects simply passed through them. Eleanor Lash stood at the edge of Hagnatha's ritual circle.
She looked to her congregation, "Kill them all!"
