Brenda walked further into her house, then stopped when she reached the hallway mirror. She understood now who the other presence was in the mirror. It was her daughter Sydney. Somehow, her essence (spirit, soul, whatever) was inside the ankh necklace and was waiting for a vessel to hold it. Now, thanks to Brenda's reminiscing of the past and not wanting to put away all of her daughter's things, Sydney's essence had a vessel. Well, actually, it had two vessels: Brenda and Lisa. But the essence within Lisa was incomplete. She didn't wear the necklace long enough. But regardless, Sydney's essence was strong. It would take longer, but eventually it would overtake Lisa's persona, just like it had with Brenda.
She smirked at herself in the mirror. Part of Sydney was hoping that her vessel would be her mother. She raised her hands to her chest and felt up her own breasts (they were larger than her own and made her gothic dress tighter than she remembered). It was both a strange but also fascinating experience.
Brenda turned from the mirror and headed to Sydney's room. Over the past couple of hours, she had created a mystical circle on the floor of her daughter's room. At the moment, it looked like a large pentagram surrounded by strange markings and lit candles. Brenda knew nothing of any of this. All of this knowledge came from her daughter, for Sydney was a witch. Of all the time Brenda knew her, though, she never knew that. How could she not know that her own daughter was practicing witchcraft? But it didn't matter now. And Brenda was certainly not against it. Because right now, she was more Sydney than Brenda. Like her daughter, she too was a witch.
She knelt down at the circle and closed her eyes. Then she began to chant.
