Part 1 (prologue) - How my best friend disappeared

In the beginning it was just a game between a friend and me.
We'd heard a lot about black magic and all that and really wanted to try it out because she'd had such a strange feeling for years that there was something wrong with her. We went to the library and checked out some books on black magic. In the evening I slept with her and we had to try out a few harmless tricks that appeared in the books. The first thing we did was try the curse on my father, because I was at odds with him anyway. We pronounced a curse on back pain. We didn't want to overdo it. When we had that we tried the back of the glasses. We were completely surprised that this worked and the ghost answered a few questions. Far too late, however, it occurred to us that we had not yet asked him whether he was a good or bad ghost.It was a bad one. Well, we didn't really have a problem with that, because as long as you sent them back well everything was okay. My friend wanted to know what it was with her feeling and whether he could help her there and he formed the words: You are the chosen ones! My friend started laughing out loud. Not that she made fun of magic or anything like that, but chosen ones unso, you know ... We left it that evening because we were totally broken. Everything was fine, except that my father went to the doctor a few days later and do you know what he had? His shoulder was twisted and his back and shoulder aches all over the place. We hardly believed it and when I told my girlfriend about it we had to laugh totally ... And she said: "Uhhh maybe we are the chosen ones uhuhuhuuu" We laughed very weakly, but it shouldn't stay that way for long, because 2 days later she stood in front of my door and went into my house without saying anything.Until we were in my room and she handed me a note. It said: Laugh while you can still laugh! I looked at her and she had a big grin on her face and I started to laugh too. We went to the library and borrowed some of these books and since my mother herself had performed black magic in the old age, I took her black Bible (Moses 6-7). A few friends of ours have been dealing with it for years, only they have always had good spirits. But my girlfriend and I weren't good ... We wanted to be different from the others and have nothing to do with the good, we wanted black magic to be really black ... But that was the wrong way ... After a few days we had some curse- , Revenge and spells pretty good, but we didn't want to use them so often after reading how harmful it would be. In addition, our highest principle was: Do not kill or seriously injure anyone! But we hadn't thought of that anyway, that we would be able to.Over time, my girlfriend started telling me weird things that we made fun of, and we really went crazy that our magic really did something. Once she told me B. from a man whom she would have seen several times near her, but if she looked away briefly and looked again he was gone. When I came back to her, she had quite a bit of dark circles under the eyes, but I didn't speak to her about it, because apparently she had slept badly, because her mood hadn't taken part, she was in a good mood as always. But then she told me that the man had come up to her today and said: Soon we will come to fetch one of you ... Because you are the chosen ones. We wondered how he knew about chosen ones from us, but okay, something that only amused us again.
I'll tell you from her point of view what she said to me at the time ... And what not, I should only find out later ... when it was already too late for that ...From their point of view:
It was a normal day again with school and all that stuff until I got home from school. My mother had already forgotten to pick me up on her day off. I was pissed off again and would have loved to put a curse on her neck but then left it. When I stood at the door and tried to unlock it, it didn't work. My mother probably left the key inside, because then it won't work for us. Now I was even angrier. I rang the doorbell but nobody opened it. I even rang my grandma's doorbell and she didn't answer either. You can imagine that I was totally pissed off. I almost freaked out! Then I remembered the entrance through the garage. It was right next to our balcony window (you have to imagine it this way: we don't have a balcony there, but windows that are so long and the garage is next to our house at the height of these windows so that you can climb in).I climbed up the garage (the ladder was still there because it was summer and we always lay down on the garage to sunbathe) and the door was open. What luck, I just thought. Inside was the stove with boiling water. Since no one was there, I turned off the stove and called for my mother. But nobody answered. I looked all over the house, it was nowhere. Maybe she had left for a moment. I ran a bath. Then I went back to the kitchen. There the stove was on again and the water was boiling again. I turned it off again and thought nothing more of it, probably I hadn't displayed it properly or turned it up a few steps or something. After making sure the stove was completely off, I went back to the bathroom where the faucet was turned off. I shook my head and turned it on again. Then I bumped into my mother's mind full of thoughts. I asked her where she was and she said in the basement, but I had checked there too ?!Well, I didn't really care anymore. I was a bit overworked. After bathing and eating, I went down to my room. I looked at my latest drawing: a crying angel. And so the picture was called "The Weeping Angel".
So, she reported that to me about 2-3 weeks after our first magic attempt. We came to the conclusion that she was overtired until one day after school I went home with her and the letters on her wall in her room: You are the chosen ones! saw. But they disappeared after a short time. We decided to necromancy ... But apparently this was the wrong way to go. Because the spirit advised us against black magic. Apparently a good spirit had entered our world and we didn't like that. We already had enough hatred for everything and no one had prevented the bad things that happened to us before, so the good spirits should leave us alone, but he moved the glass to the following letters: Please stop!But we didn't. We cursed those who tried to prevent us from doing black magic ever again. We hated everything and everyone, but this time we went too far ... Because my mother got wind of what we were doing. She knew we were experimenting with it a bit, and she gave us tips from her early years and herbs, incense and that sort of thing, but that we did it in a way that went blatantly to the extremes, she had never guessed. We also thought we had everything under control ... We still had it until I found out that my mother was in the hospital. She was in a car accident. When my friend and I were with her, I just had to ask her a question. I asked her if she no longer wanted us to do magic or if she was even planning to prevent us from doing it again. She nodded. We got a shock and went straight home.We went to a playground that nobody used anyway and consulted. Until my friend asked the question that we should have asked ourselves: "Should we stop with black magic? Because we didn't want to let it come to that." We decided with "Yes!" But after a few days we noticed that that wasn't that easy at all. I had such a hatred of my father that it became unbearable and my girlfriend couldn't take it anymore at home either. We both decided to run away. Said and done. Only now did she tell me that she had been hiding a few things from me that she was only now fully understanding. She started to say: “You remember the picture I painted some time ago ?!“ The crying angel ”.“ I nodded and she continued: “The man, the good spirit who made it through ours Dimension had made and my picture ... The picture is the good spirit and the man is my picture. "I looked at her a bit strangely and had to resist laughing, but she was dead serious and said:" This has not been a game for a long time.This is no longer harmless black magic with funny curses and tralala. My picture had warned me before. I have warned myself earlier or my subconscious. The angel ... A good creature ... But mine is crying and I never asked myself why, until the man on the street spoke to me: "Do you know why I cry?" I didn't know then, now I know. He's crying for me. He cries for us. The Spirit warned us too. So my angel tried to warn us in a different way! "I stared at her in disbelief again and said:" You don't believe that yourself, do you? "Then she got up, just said something like" Oh, don't believe it, that would have been our chance to be different from EVERYONE! "And ran away. When I went home at some point, my father hit me first and I was no longer afraid of black magic. I immediately cursed it without thinking about my mother. A few days later, my friend's mother called me if I had seen her, but I had to deny it.In the following days she did not come either. Days turned into weeks until I got a piece of paper on which it said: Believe it, you are one of the chosen ones ... Your girlfriend has already made it!
I decided to become an independent black magician and to judge by my rules and not by any other. Neither book nor chosen stuff.
I never saw my girlfriend again, but I felt that she had found her happiness, not here in this world, but exactly where she wanted it ... But my time had not yet come and as long as it lasted, I would do my job ...