Spirit hunters 3, p.1
Spirit Hunters #3, page 1
Dedication
This book is for all the readers who like to stay up late reading scary books, and then have to hold their pee all night because the hallway to the bathroom seems ever so far, and ever so dark, and there’s definitely something lurking out there, waiting to . . .
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
1. Changes
2. The Bullies
3. The True History of Mrs. Devereux
4. Lessons With Mrs. Devereux
5. Harper Teaches the Bully a Lesson
6. House of Jeune
7. The Demon in the Astral Plane
8. The Poisoned Makeup
9. A Witch
10. Back to Jeune
11. The Cursed Cameo
12. The Witch, The Demon, and The Astral Plane
13. How to Stop a Witch
14. Under the Witch’s Spell
15. Harper’s Powers
16. Protecting Kelly
17. A Warning
18. The Demon Andras
19. Saving Kelly
20. Safe at Home
21. Kelly Back to Normal
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Books by Ellen Oh
Copyright
About the Publisher
1
Changes
The cold wind blew in Harper Raine’s face, drying out her eyes as she rode her bike back to her house. She’d been over at her friend Dayo’s house for a sleepover and was on her way home after a large, fantastic breakfast of pancakes and eggs and bacon. Harper had eaten so much food she’d ended up walking her bike at first while Dayo laughed and waved her off. But as the cold December morning penetrated Harper’s heavy black coat, she’d jumped on her bike to get home as fast as possible.
Walking up to her house, Harper spied a small package at her front door. She picked it up and saw it was addressed to her mom.
“Hey, Mom! You got a package,” Harper yelled as she slammed the door shut.
Immediately, she heard the thundering steps of her older sister running down the stairs and barreling toward her.
“It’s my K-beauty supplies!” Kelly shrieked as she snatched the box from Harper’s hands and did a weird little jig. She tore through the packaging and pulled out a bag full of Korean beauty face masks in all different colors. Harper peered over her shoulder in curiosity.
“Snail mucus?” Harper gagged. “You’re gonna put that on your face?”
With a nasty glare, Kelly shoved past her. “What do you know about anything?”
“I know I wouldn’t put no stinky snail slime on my face!”
Ignoring her, Kelly ran into the living room, where her mother was sitting with Michael reading a book.
“Mom, I got all the special skin care masks! Let’s do a beauty night!” Dumping them onto the coffee table, Kelly fanned them out into a big colorful display.
“Mm-hmm,” her mother responded absently.
“Shhh, Kelly! I’m reading to Mommy!” Michael said.
“Sorry,” Kelly replied. Sweeping the beauty masks back into her box, she made her way toward the stairs. “I’ll be in my room.”
By the time Harper had hung up her coat and scarf and come into the living room, Kelly was gone.
“Harper, you sit and listen,” Michael commanded.
“Yes, sir.” She immediately went to sit in her father’s brand-new recliner but stopped to see two scrawny feet sticking up in the air.
“Aw, come on, Leo, I want to sit in it!”
“Too bad, so sad.”
Huffing in irritation, Harper dropped her backpack on the floor and plopped down on the thick rug in front of the toasty fire. Leo was her cousin on her father’s side. His mother was Harper’s father’s younger sister. She was the hotel manager at the Grande Bennington Hotel Resort and Beach Club on Razu Island, while Leo’s father was the head pastry chef at the same hotel. After their vacation on the island and all the weirdness that happened there, Aunt Caroline had asked Harper’s parents to let Leo live with them and attend public school. At least that was the reason her parents gave when Leo moved in. But Harper had overheard them talking about how bad they felt for Leo now that his parents were getting a divorce and fighting over everything.
Biting back the sharp retort teetering at the tip of her tongue, Harper sighed. While she and Leo had gotten closer due to their time on the island, it was still weird having him living with them instead of just visiting. Taking up space everywhere, like sitting in the new armchair that Harper loved.
“When’s Grandma coming back?” she asked peevishly.
“I know you miss her, honey, but a broken hip takes a very long time to heal,” her mother replied. “And her doctor doesn’t want her to be moved for several more weeks. It’s doubtful that she’ll even be home for Christmas.”
Grandma Lee had been visiting Harper’s aunt Youjin in New York when she fell and broke her hip. That had been during Halloween, over five weeks ago. Now it was December and Grandma was still not home. It made Harper antsy. While Harper had gone up to visit her grandmother twice already, it wasn’t the same. First off, Grandma was confined to a bed in her aunt’s house. Second, there was hardly any time to speak privately with her, what with everyone oohing and aahing over Aunt Youjin’s new baby. Harper had spent most of her time cuddling Monty, Grandma’s Yorkie. Little Monty was super cute but very distracting. There was so much she wanted to show her grandma, but the timing was never quite right.
“When can we go see Grandma again?” she asked.
“We’re definitely going to go up during winter break,” her mother replied.
“Winter break? But that’s the end of the month!”
“I know, honey, but your dad and I have far too much work this month and won’t be able to go up before then.”
“Poor Grandma,” Michael said in his sweet little voice. “She will be so boring without us.”
“Bored, not boring,” Leo responded.
“That’s what I said, bored-ing.”
Harper giggled and then let out a painful gasp when Michael jumped onto her stomach.
“Harper did you bringded me some of Dayo’s cookies?”
“I don’t know, Michael, what’s ‘bringded’ mean?”
“Bring me! Bring me!” Michael shouted.
“May-be yes, may-be no.”
“Harper!”
“May-be in my backpack.”
Bouncing off Harper’s stomach, Michael opened Harper’s bag and crowed in delight to find a Ziploc full of Dayo’s mom’s famous cookies.
“Michael, you can’t eat all those cookies today,” Yuna admonished.
“Aw man.”
Leo had scrambled out of the armchair and was now sitting in front of Michael, eyeing the bag of cookies. Without any hesitation, Harper launched herself into the chair and settled in.
“Ah, the power of Dayo’s cookies.” She smirked to herself as Leo began pleading with Michael for a few.
After a few minutes, Kelly came running down again.
“I’m off to work,” she said. “Sofia’s out front.”
Looking up, Harper could see Kelly was all made up and wearing her black puffy coat, making her look like some big bowling ball.
Yuna frowned. “What time are you going to be home?”
“Me and the girls are going to get a bite to eat after work, but I won’t be too late!”
“You have school tomorrow,” her mom responded.
“I know.” Kelly rolled her eyes as she left the house.
Harper peered out the window where a little silver car sat with Kelly’s friend Sofia in the driver’s seat. Sofia had helped Kelly get a job at a new makeup shop called Jeune, which had opened on Wisconsin Avenue. It was a standalone Victorian-style house painted a dark purple with black accents. It was kind of weird and funky, especially on a street that was mostly cute little cafés and shops. Lately, Kelly was almost always working there. Yuna was concerned because she wanted Kelly to focus on her schoolwork. Junior year was supposed to be the hardest year of high school. But it had been their dad who’d insisted that this job was good for Kelly.
Harper wasn’t so sure. Kelly had become obsessed with cosmetics recently. When she wasn’t working, she was reading fashion magazines and watching beauty tutorial videos. Kelly would put so much stuff on her face that at times she no longer looked like a seventeen-year-old high school student but someone much older. In fact, Harper was sure all the products Kelly was using were bad for her. Without makeup, her bare face looked unhealthy, something Harper was pretty sure shouldn’t be happening. But how could she tell Kelly that her makeup was aging her?
2
The Bullies
At school, Harper stifled a yawn as she moved with the flow of students filing through the seventh-grade hallway.
“Wake up, sleepy.” A finger poked her in the side, and Harper turned to smile at her best friend, Dayo. She wore her medium-length brown hair like a thick cloud of curls that framed her pretty face and deep dimples.
Harper threw her arm around Dayo’s shoulders, and the friends headed into the cafeteria, where they joined a table in the far-right corner of the room. Dayo had introduced Harper to her school friends on the first day, and they had all gotten along really well, although it was still hard for Harper to feel close to anyone outside of Dayo. There was Judy Chen, who was Chinese American and possibly the funniest person Harper had
ever met. And Judy was best friends with Maya Giles, who was half-Black and half-white and quite possibly the prettiest girl in the whole school. And Maya was also the reason that Devon Marcus would sometimes sit at their table. Devon was definitely one of the cool athletic kids at school. He was tall with a medium-brown skin tone and styled his hair in a short fade with a faux-hawk up top that made him look super stylish. Harper would have been intimidated by him if he wasn’t such a nice guy. And if he didn’t clearly like Maya. He even made his not-as-nice friends treat Harper with respect. Also at their table regularly was Tyler Mercado, who was Filipino American and had dark hair with platinum-blond tips that he always spiked up, and Gabby Diaz, who proudly claimed her Mexican heritage and loved everything Korean. Tyler and Gabby were huge K-drama and K-pop fans and loved to talk about Korean things with Harper. Even though Dayo’s cookies were always the star snack item, Harper made it a habit to bring a bag of Korean treats once a week just so she could hear Tyler and Gabby shriek in delight. At the end of their table were some other old friends of Dayo’s who weren’t as friendly to Harper, so she tended to avoid them.
As she sat down with Dayo, Tyler leaned over to tap her arm.
“Hey, Harper, I heard your cousin got jumped by Joey Ramos during gym today. Saw him at the nurse’s office last period,” he said. “His nose was bleeding bad.”
“Crap!” Harper jumped to her feet, but Dayo pulled her back down.
“He’s probably not there anymore,” Dayo said.
Nodding, Harper pulled out her phone and texted Leo. R U ok?
“He’s in class now,” Dayo reminded her. “Eighth graders have lunch after us.”
“Do you know what happened?” Harper asked.
Tyler shook his head. “Joey is bad news.”
This was terrible. Leo had only been at Little Ridge Middle School for two weeks. Coming midsemester in eighth grade was definitely not easy. But Harper had hoped Leo would avoid the notice of the wrong kids. Harper and Dayo exchanged uneasy glances. It looked like Leo was going to have a difficult year.
When school ended, Harper and Dayo waited by the bike racks for Leo to come out. It had only been a few minutes when they saw his scrunched-up form and mousy-brown hair. A group of boys was walking behind—one minute Leo was heading toward them, the next he was facedown on the ground. The boys laughed as they surged past.
Harper and Dayo raced over to help him up.
“Leo, are you okay?”
They could immediately see the bruises covering his normally pale face.
Fists clenched at her sides, Harper glared at the group of boys, who was still glancing back and laughing. One boy sneered at her.
“What are you looking at?”
“Trash,” Harper replied as she stared directly into his eyes.
The boy swore and made to approach her, but his friends grabbed him. “Come on, Joey, the bus is here.”
“Harper.” Dayo urged Harper away. “Let’s go.”
Leo was already on his bike and riding away as fast as he could. Dayo and Harper followed behind until they reached Dayo’s house.
“I’m worried about Leo,” Dayo said. “They’re going to make his life miserable.”
“Yeah, and he’s already having a hard time because of the divorce,” Harper said. “I know it must be hurting him, but he won’t talk about it.”
“Poor Leo,” Dayo sighed. “I would cry every day if my parents divorced.”
“Me too,” Harper agreed. “I can’t even imagine it.”
Dayo clenched her right hand into a fist and shook it angrily. “Oh, that Joey Ramos is the worst!”
They looked at each other helplessly. What could they do when they were up against eighth graders? The only thing Harper could think of was to tell her parents.
At home, Harper put her bike in the garage and walked through the house to the study, where Leo was now staying. She knocked on the door for what felt like several minutes until he finally opened it.
“What?”
Harper gazed at his bruised face. “You’ve got to tell my parents.”
“No way! That would be the biggest mistake. Then he’ll get suspended or expelled, and his friends will never leave me alone.”
Leo sat down and stretched out on his bed.
“So what are you gonna do?” Harper asked. “Just let him beat you up the rest of the year?”
“Look, if it gets to be too much for me, I’ll force my parents to take me back and homeschool me,” Leo responded. “At least the weather will be nice.”
“That’s true, I wasn’t sure why you wanted to leave an island paradise for Washington, D.C., anyway.”
He looked up at her in surprise. “I’ve always liked it here.”
“You do?” Harper’s eyes bugged out in surprise. “But why?”
“I like being with you guys,” he replied. “It feels like family in a way that I never get with my parents. Like, at least you guys always get to eat dinner together. Well, most nights. I really hate eating by myself. And with the divorce, it’s going to be worse.”
Harper sat down next to her cousin on his bed and realized how lonely Leo was as an only child whose parents were constantly working and moving around.
“You know Michael. He’ll never let you eat by yourself,” Harper teased.
Leo laughed. “I kind of wish I had a little brother like Michael,” he said wistfully. “I wouldn’t mind being home alone so much.”
“Well, there’s plenty of him to go around while you’re here,” she replied. “I’m going to take advantage of the quiet while he’s at tae kwon do.”
During dinner, Leo made light of his bruises as basketball injuries. Harper wasn’t quite sure her parents bought it, but everyone was entertained by Michael’s story about breaking his first board in tae kwon do class.
“I really didn’t want to break the board, Harper,” he was explaining. “I don’t like to break things even when they tolded me to. It’s not nice. Kelly hates it when I breakeded her things, and that was an accident.”
Harper snickered at Kelly’s sour face. Kelly had recently bought a whole bunch of makeup and skin care products and left them on the coffee table to show their mom. Michael had been playing tag with Leo and crashed into the table, knocking over all the bottles and jars and leaving a huge perfumed mess.
“So what happened, Michael?” Harper asked.
“Well, they said I have to break it to get my yellow belt, so I pretended it was that scary monster from the bad trees and I breakeded it!”
Everyone at the table got immediately tense. It was a reminder of the frightening situation they’d all been through during their holiday vacation on Razu Island.
“Good job, little buddy!” Harper gave Michael a high five, which he slapped enthusiastically. As he continued his story, Harper eyed the rest of her family, taking in the various degrees of discomfort. Her mom and dad were not a surprise. They never liked to talk about spiritual stuff. Leo was still shaken up by what had happened on the island. But Kelly was an enigma. Kelly had been with Harper when the monsters had come out of the tree. She was the only one who experienced what Harper and Dayo had gone through. Even Michael hadn’t actually seen the real monsters; he’d only dreamed of them. But for some reason Kelly still refused to believe that anything terrible had happened on the island. It was as if she’d erased all the bad stuff.
Maybe it was a good thing, Harper thought. Perhaps it helped her sister sleep at night. Harper still dreamed of the Razu, hideous soul eaters who’d been trapped in the spiritual realm for centuries. But they’d coerced the Bennington Hotel family to help them collect souls in order to escape and walk the earth again. Had it not been for Harper and Dayo, their plan would have worked. It scared Harper to think of what would have happened if they hadn’t been on the island at that exact time. When she’d asked her grandmother about it, Grandma had reassured her.
“Harper, as much as it feels like the weight of the world might have been on your shoulders, that is not true. Had the Razu escaped, there would have been others who would have stopped them. You are not alone,” Grandma Lee had said. “There are people with powers like you who are protecting all of us.”
Harper had felt a tremendous relief to hear her grandmother’s words. She hadn’t realized how oppressive the burden had been, feeling as if the fate of the world had rested on her and Dayo’s shoulders.
