Norman shook his head in disgust. “It’s just an ugly tattoo. Hardly punishment in my estimation.”
A banshee came up quietly and peered at the tattoo. The tattoo disappeared from her leg and re-appeared on her shoulder. “Where did it go? I couldn’t make out what it was.”
A goblin came and looked. The tattoo disappeared completely.
Hezekiah Hester waved her wand at the two. “Scat, get in back where you belong.”
Norman moved closer. “Where is the tattoo? What does it say?”
Hezekiah Hester pulled up her t-shirt and the tattoo was on her stomach. “It is a map. A treasure map.”
“A treasure map.” The witches and warlocks crooned.
“A treasure map.” The goblins grinned.
“A treasure map.” The banshees wailed.
The demons and imps began creeping to the front.
Hezekiah Hester gripped her wand tightly. “A treasure map of the Ghoul King’s gold and silver and precious jewels.”
“Gold!” the witches and warlocks whispered.
“Silver!” the imps, goblins, demons and banshees murmured.
“Jewels!” Norman moaned in ecstasy. He took a step closer to Hezekiah Hester.
“My punishment is that everyone will want to read it and it keeps switching locations.” She waved her wand as everyone rose. “Stay where you are. Don’t come any closer.” She ran to the door, hopped on her new broom and flew away.
“After her,” Norman yelled over the mass exodus from the barn.