Spoiled by Eight Uncles

The old lady’s bedroom was decorated with hundreds of talismans of various shapes, sizes and colors. There was a large king-sized bed in the middle of the room surrounded by various machines that beeped in intervals. Old Mrs. Taylor was lying unconscious on the bed, dressed in the same green dress that her spirit was wearing. Her white hair was neatly combed and tucked, but she was intubated with various medical needles and tubes. A small gold bar piece was placed in her mouth. Valentine explained that it was an ancient ritual to bring back lost souls who have lost their way home.

There was a statue of Mother Mary wrapped in a rosary and a few lit prayer candles on the small bedside table next to the old lady. Atop the bed headboard hung a gaudy spirit-calling banner that was occasionally lifted by the breeze coming from the open window. The room was not entirely dark thanks to the half-drawn curtains, but the interchanging shift from bright to dim made for a spooky effect. It was like a scene out of a horror movie.“This… is…” Pablo stared at his surroundings dazedly. He could now somewhat understand why Old Mrs. Taylor was still hanging on by a thread.

Josh stood frozen where he was, paralyzed by fear and dread as terror streaked through him. Charlie’s palms felt hot and clammy, and the cellphone accidentally slipped out of his hand, crashing loudly onto the floor.

Anthony still managed a semblance of composure as he turned to Valentine. “What in the world is this…?” he asked.

Valentine smiled sheepishly before letting out a sigh. “Over the years, I’ve gotten many experts to treat my mother, but all of them said that her soul is lost and needs to find its way back home…” he explained.

Pablo frowned. “Lilly, ask him if he knows whether the old lady has already passed on,” he urged.

Lilly raised her head toward Valentine. “Uncle Val, do you know that Grandma Taylor is already dead?” she asked.

“Wh… what? How could that be? Isn’t she still breathing just fine? Ms. Lilly, could you bring my mother’s soul back like how you did it for Young Master Shaw?” Valentine’s lips quivered as he spoke. He paused for a moment before continuing. “I’m sure her soul is just lost and can’t find her way back…”

all around the room. “I can’t say for sure whether

with a serious expression on her face. “Mr. Val, did

10 million dollars, the hand-sculpted statue of Mother Mary cost 50 million, the spirit-calling banner cost 60 million. The gold bar is the only thing preserving my mother’s last breath as well as her mortal body. That cost 100 million

plus 60 million… plus 100

of thing?” Charlie could not help

Valentine said, leaving the crowd speechless once again. Valentine was a man with a stocky build and a belly

business immediately. “Firstly, the statue of Mother Mary is a Catholic artifact, but the talismans are Taoist. They are two very distinct and separate religions, but now they are jumbled up together in this madhouse,”

Mrs. Taylor’s is

Lilly, is there something wrong?” Valentine asked with a hint of

of Mother Mary. “Putting artifacts from different

real?”

script on the banner is all wrong too. You can’t even call a tiny ghost with it, let

you saying… all these things don’t work at all? But, my mother…” His first reaction was not so much of anger from being scammed, but to worry for his

the corner of the bedroom, eyeing her own human body wistfully. “I want to leave… I want

The gold bar has some use,” Lilly reassured Valentine, who looked visibly relieved. “The gold bar can sedate

wasn’t all

means suppressing and destroying