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(eerie tones)

(demon shrieks)

(suspenseful music)

- Intention.

(match strikes)

Intention is the heart of all magical workings.

Intention is pure energy.

(blows)

The energy that fuels the magic.

(snaps fingers)

Energy is like electricity.

'Tis neither positive, nor negative,

but it can be charged.

Your intent charges the energy.

Positive or negative.

Good...

Or evil.

You must be mindful of your intention when working magic.

Focus on your desire or goal,

but be clear and specific.

Because what you want

may not be what you get.

While intention is powerful,

tools can help amplify it.

Tools I'm happy to provide,

for a price. (ominous tones)

Your immortal soul.

(laughs)

I just messin' with ya. (laughs)

Actually, I offer a number of reasonably-priced

magical items at MagicalMadamJosephine.com.

Scroll through my enchanted selection till you find an item

that'll bring about your happily-ever-after.

Because everybody has a story.

The question is,

are you the hero,

or the villain?

(music swells)

(ominous music)

Like this customer. She's looking to work some candle magic.

(eerie music)

Now, burning candles for spiritual purposes

goes back to ancient times

and the belief that a lit candle connects our physical world

with the other side.

Colors carry different energy frequencies,

so the color of the candle should match your goal.

Your intention.

White

is all about peace, purification and new beginnings.

Red is a fiery color, used for love, passion and courage.

Orange brings about profound change

and matters involving justice and law.

Yellow is for creativity,

logic and other powers of the mind.

Green is the color of prosperity,

and is associated with money, luck, health and success.

In business or gambling.

Blue deals with harmony and emotional healing,

and seeking truth in justice.

Purple is for power, ambition and spiritual awakening.

Now, some folks believe black candles are evil.

Not so, but they are a powerful tool

for protection

and absorbing negative energies.

This customer has a big game coming up

and is looking for a little luck.

Definitely a green candle for you, child.

Now we inscribe the candle

with the name of the target of the magic.

The last step is fixing the candle with dressing oil.

This makes the spell more powerful

and seals the magic inside, until the candle is burned.

I hope this brings the luck she needs.

(pensive orchestral music)

(birds tweet)

(background chatter)

(distant laughter)

(glass clinks)

- Okay, does anyone else not have a partner?

(heels clack)

Oh, Mattie.

You're in luck.

Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to our newest member.

Olivia Korhonen, joining us from a European bridge group.

(members applaud)

- [Olivia] Come say hello, partner.

- Oh.

(Olivia chuckles)

- Well, it certainly is my pleasure.

(heels clack)

(pensive orchestral music) (background chatter)

- [Woman] (sighs) The worst betting I've ever seen.

- Let's treat each other like ladies, shall we?

- Thank you for... (sighs)

Sorry, I'm not very good, but usually I'm not that awful.

I wouldn't blame you if you never

wanted to play with me again.

- I enjoyed the game, even though we lost.

We'll turn things around with time.

(Mattie chuckles)

I'm going to kill you.

(eerie music)

(heels clack)

I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you.

- Isn't she lovely?

(dark music) (background chatter)

(Mattie chuckles)

(distant laughter)

(heels clack) (suspenseful music)

(car door slams)

(lock clicks)

(whooshing)

(distant clunks)

- Don?

- [Don] Grab me a beer, would you, sweetheart?

(can hisses)

You girls takin' this game

so seriously.

You don't hear Bud and me say

we're gonna kill each other, do ya?

And with him, I got plenty of reason.

- It wasn't like that. You didn't hear it!

It was more than the game.

- I heard it. I'm on it, okay?

All right, look, if she actually does it,

I'll take a dim view.

I'll take a very dim view.

- Don, I am not safe!

- Mattie, come on. This is all bullshit.

Baby, you're safe. Everything's fine, okay?

Yes! (spectators applaud)

Come watch this with me. Come on, sweetheart.

- [Spectator] Good shot!

- [Don] Yeah, watch this put.

(brooding orchestral music)

- [Man On TV] A dog's predatory instincts

can never be fully suppressed.

Most attacks are on prey

that's perceived as fearful, weak...

(heels clack)

(car whooshes)

(dryer whirs)

(Mattie sighs) (peaceful music)

(heels clack)

- [Woman] Oh, my goodness.

Look at her.

It's Mattie. - She's changed.

She looks beautiful.

- [Woman] Just really looks gorgeous.

Beautiful. - I'm going to kill you.

I'm going to kill you.

Hello, partner.

(magazine slams)

So this is why your hair looks so good.

I am looking forward to practice.

- I'm not sure, um...

I have things to do.

Maybe.

- Oh, no, you must come. We make such a good pair.

But in order to play elegantly,

we must look the part, don't you think?

(suspenseful music)

May I?

- I gave up on them years ago.

- There.

Now...

Let's see.

(hums melodically) (scraping)

(hums melodically) (scraping)

(Mattie yelps) Oh, your poor little hand.

Oh, with such dry skin, these things, they happen sometimes.

I'll get you a bandaid.

- All this worry, Mattie.

I am not gonna switch your partner.

I mean, just last night, she was gushing about you!

And now all this business?

Oh, honey, what is really going on with you?

- Well, I just...

I mean, if you could just...

- Not this time.

Now, where's that welcoming gal that I know you are?

You're a sweet thing.

I gotta go, baby.

- Bye bye.

(sighs)

(door slams)

Okay.

All right. I'll make a fruitcake.

(pensive orchestral music)

(gate clangs)

(door closes)

(heels clack)

Am I early?

We're still practicing?

- Yes, partner. Of course we are.

(tea trickles)

Ah!

- Oh, no.

- That's a lovely color on you.

- Oh, I didn't...

Thank you.

Oh, and you. (chuckles)

So beautiful. (clears throat)

Well, I hardly know anything about you. (chuckles)

- Well, what is it you would like to know?

- Well, it sounds so silly.

It's just that I see you around everywhere, and I, I-

- Mm, yes, small towns are delightful that way, aren't they?

- Yes.

Well, I'm probably just imagining things. (laughs)

I thought you whispered this thing.

I'm sure that I'm not right,

but it sounded almost like a threat.

- Oh. (chuckles)

(both laugh)

(Olivia claps)

Oh, you are a such a timorous woman, Mattie Whalen.

You frighten so very much.

It is a wonder you manage

to stick your head of your little pen.

(Mattie chuckles)

You see, where I am from, there are a great many sheep.

And where there are sheep, of course there are dogs.

And it is a curious thing, Mattie.

Sometimes a dog will sneak into the sheepfold

and begin to kill.

Not for hunger.

For play.

For sport.

But then it goes back in to its master

and eats dog biscuits.

Mm-hm?

Do you understand me, Mattie?

- I haven't traveled very much. (chuckles)

I can't imagine where Jenny and Linda are.

It's so unlike them.

(suspenseful music)

- You see, they it's something

about the purebred passivity of the sheep

that triggers something in the dog's brain.

Something very old.

Primal.

They're blundering around in their pen, bleating in panic,

too stupid to defend themselves, to act,

to fight for their life.

It's all just too much for the dog.

(sighs)

It simply obeys instinct.

Do you begin to see, Mattie?

- I don't.

No, I don't.

- You are my sheep.

(gasps)

And I am like the dog.

(barks) (kitchenware clinks)

(sighs) (suspenseful music)

Of course, a dog cannot wait to kill.

But I can wait.

I like to wait.

(brooding music)

(music swells)

(brooding rock music)

(ominous piano music)

- When one person gets some good luck,

someone else often get an equal share of bad.

Make sure your intentions put you on the right side.

Speaking of the right side.

You're probably thinking, "Madam Josephine!

That's a voodoo doll and they be evil."

Bah. That's Hollywood movie nonsense.

Poppets been around for ages.

Since pharaohs ruled Egypt.

They've been called many things through the years.

Doll babies, effigies,

dollies, fetishes.

And yes, even voodoo dolls.

No matter what you call it, a poppet is made

to represent someone during magical workings.

They can be made out of most anything.

Wax, clay, soap.

Roots, corn husks, metal, fruit.

Even meat.

I'm partial to cloth ones, myself.

Whatever the material, it needs to be shaped like a human.

Like attracts like.

You're working sympathetic magic,

so what you do to the poppet happens to your target.

But the most important part of creating a poppet

is the tag lock.

A personal item that creates the magical link

between the poppet and the target.

The strongest tag locks are locks of hair, nail clippings

and bodily fluids, but since people don't really wanna

hand over those type of things,

a photograph can do the trick.

Then you name the poppet,

to seal the link.

I have made you,

and you are Willie Bingham.

Now all of that Hollywood mumbo jumbo

got you thinking poppets are only used to do bad,

but just like other magic, it's all about intention.

If you want to work a spell of protection on someone,

wrap their poppet in bubble wrap.

To draw money to someone, tape dollar bills to their poppet.

You can do works of healing, to bring love,

and even to lose weight.

But, yes.

You can also stick pins in a poppet,

to cause pain.

Oh, I pray this customer

use this poppet magic wisely.

(somber music)

- [George] I remember two Willie Binghams.

One, pasty-faced with fear after the sentence was read.

And the other, after the series of amputations.

The first is now blurred by the painfully

sharp focus of the second.

(shutters squeak)

(distant chatter) (suspenseful music)

I was the very first surgical supervisor

appointed under the state's revised stance on capital crime.

My job?

To see that medical protocol was followed.

That inmates would not suffer any more than the usual

post-surgical discomforts.

- You're gonna remove my hair? - That is correct.

- [Willie] No way!

- [George] Well, you are a murderer, Mr. Bingham.

- Oi, Warden!

Oi!

No, sir, that is not fair!

I killed that girl, but that weren't me!

It was the booze.

And the drugs.

I killed her somethin' awful.

They say I mutilated her! I never...

- The first surgery is largely symbolic.

- Symbolic? - Correct.

- [Willie] Well, a piece of cake, then.

Nothing to worry about, huh?

- [George] Well, I'm here to make sure you suffer

no more pain than is necessary.

- Why don't you just do what they used to do, huh?

Just bloody execute me! Once and for all!

(sobs)

- You're to be made a national example of.

Your chance for recompense.

It's expected that the reduction

should cease by the second or third surgery.

(Willie chuckles)

(Willie groans)

(vomit splashes)

- Come on, come on.

(machines bleep rhythmically)

- [Surgeon] Towel, please.

(curtain rings scrape)

- [George] Surviving family members determine

how far the surgeries will go.

- Proceed.

- You can proceed.

(flesh squelches) (eerie music)

(children laugh and chatter)

- This is what my criminal ways got me.

You best all mind yourselves, kids, hm?

'Cause you don't want this.

No. (chuckles)

You don't ever want this!

(humming)

(machines bleep rhythmically)

- [Surgeon] Okay, mark it.

- [George] In March, they removed Mr. Bingham's right arm

and his left leg.

- Proceed.

- [George] You may proceed.

(electric saw whines)

- [Surgeon] Swap.

(handsaw scrapes)

(footsteps clack)

- [Nurse] Mr. Bingham.

(distant church bell tolls)

- Don't hurt none. (chuckles)

Where's me supervisor?

- [George] As Mr. Bingham's procedure advanced,

he was exhibited to the more difficult cases

in the underfunded state-run high schools.

(door scrapes)

(door thuds)

- [Girl] His hands.

(somber music)

- Behave yourselves, now.

Unless you wanna look like me.

(boy chuckles)

- [George] Although Mr. Bingham

was recovering well physically,

his outlook grew progressively darker

as the third surgery approached.

(doorbell rings)

(doorbell rings)

The boys upstairs are very pleased

with your progress, Willie.

I don't the expect the family will take it any further.

(elevator dings)

(doors scrape)

(doors clang)

(suspenseful music)

(water drips)

(water splashes)

Every job hits patches of rough road.

There are times I strain

to glimpse the bitumen below it all.

- [Man] Murderer.

- [Woman] Freak.

- [Reporter] Tensions continue to rise around the nation.

Fresh protests erupted today over what many are now labeling

a cruel and barbaric form of punishment.

The man at the center of it all is 38-year-old inmate

William Bingham, convicted of the rape

and murder of a young schoolgirl earlier...

(clattering)

(George sighs)

(pulsating humming)

- [Surgeon] Looks good.

- [George] You may commence.

Mr. Bingham gave up a kidney and a lung.

Organs from inmates provide a small but steady

revenue stream for our now privatized penal system.

(birds tweet)

- Nurse!

- [Nurse] Yes, Mr. Bingham?

- Are they cutting off my right leg or is that me left?

- [Nurse] It's your...

Left leg, Mr. Bingham.

- Left leg. - Left leg.

- Yeah.

(birds tweet)

- [George] Five months later, the fifth surgery was ordered.

- Please don't do this.

- Now, now, Mr. Bingham.

It will all be over soon. (Willie sobs)

- Mr. Bingham would lose his namesake.

(dark music)

Willie.

Willie.

You okay?

Are you in pain, Willie?

Willie.

I never saw Mr. Bingham cry after that day.

Nor has he spoken to me since.

He went into his final surgery

without any observable emotion.

(footsteps clack)

They removed his ears,

his nose and the tip of his tongue.

A laser depilated what remained of his body.

We've made through to the end now, Willie.

(ominous music swells)

That was five years ago.

Mr. Bingham's room is the last

on the southern end of the top floor.

The light is always on.

And I know he's there.

Eyes to the ceiling.

Dead silent.

Except the last week of every month.

That's when Mr. Bingham and I travel to the high schools.

(ignition clicks)

(eerie music)

- Messing with sympathetic magic to do harm is bad business.

Any ill wishes may be reflected right back at you.

Maybe not right away,

but magic worked with grave intentions

has a habit of coming home.

If working with poppet feels too dangerous

and you're looking to work magic that's more

socially acceptable, consider using crystals.

These colorful stones

store the powerful energy of Mother Earth.

And since intention is also energy,

when you work with them,

your intent is absorbed by the crystal.

So make sure to choose one with properties

that match your intention.

For example.

Clear quartz opens the mind,

facilitates communication,

and amplifies powers.

This is why it's used to make crystal balls.

And this here.

Oh, this here's a lodestone which is a natural magnet.

So if you want to draw something to you like money or love,

a lodestone amplifies that intention.

This customer is feeling despair about her life.

Poor child.

But I've got the perfect stone for her.

And it's already set in a ring, so she can keep it with her.

Alexandrite.

It changes from green to red, depending on the light.

So it brings hope by reminding us that life

is not just the one thing it seems to be right now.

When you first get a crystal, it's important to cleanse it

of any energy it picked up from others who touched it.

You do this by setting it in direct sunlight,

or placing it in running water or burying it in the earth.

Once any lingering psychic energies are gone,

hold the crystal in your hand and charge it with your intent

by directing your thoughts toward it.

Then keep it close.

I trust this will manifest the change she needs in her life.

(ethereal music)

(muffled chatter)

- Now, spray it. - Wait.

(cat meows) - No way.

- Go ahead, spray it. - No.

- [Girl] You're gonna spray it.

(cat yowls) (laughter)

(liquid sprays) (cat meows)

- [Florence] What did it do to you, huh? Huh!

- Calm down, man. Chill out.

- Is this fucking funny, huh?

What did it do to you?

- It's not mine! - Huh? It's not yours?

- It's not mine. - It's mine now.

Huh? - Cat!

- Yeah, what did the cat do to you?

What did it do to you?

What did it do?

(grunts)

- [Girl] She's weird.

(laughter) (muffled chatter)

- Okay. (cat meows)

It's okay, kitty.

It's okay.

(dog barks)

(distant train chugs) (distant bell dings)

(bells rattles)

(cat meows)

(door squeaks)

Come on.

(car purrs)

(cat meows)

(cat meows)

(cat meows)

(bells rattle)

(cat meows)

(bag rustles)

(cat meows)

(bells rattle)

(cat meows)

(bells rattle)

(bells rattle)

(cat purrs)

(breathes heavily)

(cat purrs)

(suspenseful music)

(breathes heavily)

(breathes heavily)

(breathes heavily) (music swells)

(cat shrieks) (gasps and grunts)

(screams) (cat yowls)

(clattering) (cat shrieks)

(pants) (cat snarls and hisses)

(cat screeches) (glass shatters)

(grunts) (cat yowls)

(thuds) (cat yowls)

(train roars)

(breathes heavily)

(whines)

(screams)

(milk splashes)

(blood drips)

Kitty!

Kitty!

Kitty! (distant mews)

Kitty!

(bells rattle)

(cat shrieks)

(screams)

(cat shrieks) (screams)

(flesh squelches) (screams)

(cat shrieks) (thud)

(muffled screams)

(thud)

(flesh squelches) (screams)

(cat shrieks) (screams)

Please, no!

Please!

(cat shrieks) (groans and sobs)

(screams) (flesh squelches)

(cat screeches) (sobs)

(water splashes)

(screams) (muffled shrieks)

What did I do to you?

(screams)

What did I do to you?

(grunts wildly)

Suck my dick!

(screams wildly)

What did I do? What did I do?

What did I do?

(screams)

(pants heavily) (water trickles and drips)

(ethereal music) (muffled panting)

♪ I didn't see it coming ♪

♪ But it did, now it won't fade ♪

♪ And I thought I'd see it coming ♪

♪ But in a week and a day ♪

♪ I was falling fast through that forest ♪

♪ To a canopy of bliss ♪

♪ Now a shadow in your room ♪

♪ Gazing everything I'd miss ♪

♪ And I flew to the moon ♪

♪ And I, to mirror you ♪

♪ And I, I saw the future ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ And I flew to the moon ♪

♪ And I, to mirror you ♪

♪ And I, I saw the future ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ Take me back to your room ♪

♪ Close the curtains in the middle of the day ♪

♪ And only open them for the moon ♪

♪ Close the curtains in the middle of the day ♪

♪ And only open them for the moon ♪

♪ I flew to the moon ♪

(ominous music)

- Unfortunately, there's more to crystals

than peace and tranquility.

Their vibrational energy can be shaped by dark intentions.

While alexandrite does boost hope,

it can also cause over-focus and obsession.

Now, if crystals feel too "suburban housewife" for you,

you can try your luck with one of these.

These powerful charms have been called many names

in many cultures.

Mojo hands, charm bags,

prayer pouches, gri gri bags.

Never mind what you call them.

What they are is a spell in a bag.

A hex you can carry with ya.

The bags contain a mix of items like roots, herbs

and minerals, animal parts, graveyard dirt, crystals

and other items of spiritual value.

Each item must have a specific purpose in the working

and support the overall intent.

This customer is asking for a boost of bravery.

He needs extra courage and strength in his life, right now.

For the bag itself, 'tis best to use flannel.

Match the color the goal, just like with the candles.

For this working, it'll be red, for courage.

Now, you don't just dump the ingredients in a bag

and be on your merry way.

Each maker has their own special ritual for creating a bag.

It might involve prayer or chanting or sigils,

but the key is clearly visualizing the intent

as you place each item.

Start with a lodestone to draw the magic to you.

Then a blood stone which vibrates

with the energy of courage.

Add dried thyme,

which the Ancient Romans believed was a source of bravery.

Then High John the Conqueror root,

to draw strength and courage.

And yarrow overcomes fears.

And last.

An arrowhead.

As a symbol of protection, courage and strength.

These charmed amulets should always have at least

three items but no more than 13, odd numbers are best.

Now, gently blow into the bag

to breathe life into the talisman.

Tie it together, while saying,

"With these knots,

I bind you

to this purpose."

When you get a spell bag, keep it close,

wear it round your neck or keep it in your pocket or purse.

Maybe even sleep with it under your pillow.

Hopefully, this will give the customer the courage he needs.

(fly buzzes)

(clock ticks)

(fly buzzes)

(fly buzzes)

(suspenseful music) (clock ticks)

(body clunks) (fly buzzes)

(birds tweet)

- Happy birthday, Luke. 10?

- [Luke] 11.

(ominous tones)

(bird squawks)

- Psst! Luke!

Over here!

- If Mom sees me talking to you-

- No, I know. She almost kicked Rango today, drunken bitch.

Well, anyway.

Here, happy birthday. Sorry about the glitter.

I've been putting makeup on fairies in a commercial all day.

It's chocolate.

- Thank you, Susie. - You're welcome.

Let me know if you need anything. Okay, hon?

I'm here for you.

(door opens)

- Mom?

(door closes)

(fly buzzes)

Mom?

(balloon thuds) (suspenseful music)

Mom?

(fly buzzes)

Mom?

(urine trickles) (fly buzzes)

(gasps)

- Is that what you would do

if you came home to find me dead?

Standing there, doing nothing?

(ice cubes clink)

Jesus Christ, you peed yourself.

(sighs) Go change before your dad gets home.

- Where's Daddy?

- Always Daddy with you, isn't it?

- How should I know? He doesn't tell me shit.

- [Father] Where's my birthday boy!

- [Mother] Speak of the devil.

- What happened? - It's not a big deal.

I played dead as an emergency response test,

which he failed, by the way.

I mean, calling 911?

How hard can it be?

Don't look at me that way.

I didn't think that he'd actually believe it.

Right, Luke?

My lucky Luke.

You know I was just kidding, right?

- Come here, Luke.

I'm so sorry.

Things are gonna change around here. I promise!

- It was a joke.

A joke!

(sighs)

Why is everyone so god damn serious around here?

(muffled arguing)

(muffled arguing)

(ominous tones)

Luke!

(sighs)

Luke!

Get up, Luke. School.

(screams)

John! John!

(pants)

Call 911!

(gasps)

(muffled grunts) (rumbling)

(pants)

(grunts)

(breathes heavily)

- Mom?

Mom!

It's not real!

See? It's just makeup.

Susan helped me!

Mom, it's a joke! Like yours!

(mother laughs heartily)

- Never kid a kidder, kiddo!

(laughs)

That bitch Susan is in so much trouble.

I am talking police. I am talking lawsuits, I am...

(flesh squelches)

(Luke breathes heavily)

(body clunks)

(footsteps approach)

(John breathes heavily)

(suspenseful music)

(buzzing) (door opens)

(door closes)

- Happy birthday, Luke.

- Thanks.

- They opened it already. It's chocolate.

You look good.

Need anything, or...

- I'm fine.

(fly buzzes)

- What?

You seem different. What's going on?

- 10 years after mother died,

the bitch came back.

(fly buzzes)

- What?

- 10 years of nothing, and this morning, there she was.

"Happy birthday, lucky Luke."

- You stopped taking your meds?

- Yeah, well, it's fine-

- You can't stop taking your medications, Luke.

You promised me. We have to tell Dr. Bertman.

Your mother is dead. You know that, right?

- It's okay, Dad. I took care of it.

- What do you mean?

- Her.

(chuckles) Off Interstate 278, she was hitching a ride.

- What did you do?

- What do you think?

I killed her.

Well, again. (chuckles)

- Oh, my god.

- [Luke] She deserved it. You said so yourself.

- Oh, my god.

Luke.

Listen to me.

You have to tell the police what you did, now.

You understand?

You're not well. You need help.

Son, please.

- I thought we were in this together.

- We are. We were.

But that was before you...

You have to, we have to tell them the truth. All of it.

Including what really happened that day.

All right? Tell them everything.

We made a mistake.

Okay?

We made a mistake, Luke.

- Okay.

Guard?

Listen.

10 years ago, my father told me to say

that "Daddy killed Mommy", but he didn't.

I did.

He's innocent. Get it?

I killed my mother.

- Come on, this visit's over. - No, no, no, he did!

(suspenseful music)

- Come on. - I tried.

Bye, Daddy.

- No, Luke!

Luke, please, don't leave!

Don't let him leave! He killed somebody!

Luke!

No, no, no, no! Call his doctor now!

Luke!

Please!

(tires screech)

(window hums)

- Mom?

- Excuse me? (fly buzzes)

- You need a ride?

(eerie music) (distorted screams)

- Most believe bravery is a good thing,

but sometimes it gives us the courage to do something bad.

That's why you must be clear and specific

with your intentions!

I've shown you some traditional tools

for amplifying intentions,

but sometimes, folks are looking for something a little more

subtle?

They don't want to advertise they're using magic.

Or they want to give a gift to help,

or hurt,

someone, without them knowing.

If this be the case,

you can infuse ordinary objects

with magical energy.

When you charge an item with a specific purpose,

you enchant it, creating a talisman.

Charge a pillow case with sweet dreams.

A pair of dice with luck.

A toothbrush with an "all is well" blessing.

Pretty much anything can be a vessel

for your intentional energy.

This talisman is for a child in need of protection.

So it must be something that can be close by,

without raising suspicion.

There are many rituals for enchanting,

but you now know the most important part

of any spell or rite is intent.

So, I like to keep it simple.

Hold the item in your hands and curl your fingers round it.

Clear your mind.

Connect to the power of the earth below,

and the air above.

Keep your intent clear in your mind.

Now visualize a light

of the color associated with your goal.

Since we're infusing this item with protection,

the light will be black.

Breathe in.

Breathe out. (exhales)

Now direct the light energy in your mind into the object.

Picture it flowing down your arms

and pouring from your hands into the item.

Visualize the object growing brighter and brighter

as it fills with your energy.

Then speak your intent aloud.

Protect her.

(eerie music)

(brooding orchestral music) (fan hums and rattles)

- [Mom] Time for your nap.

- [Marian] I'm not sleepy yet.

When you wake up, you still have a lot of

chores and homework to do.

But I can do those things now.

It will be better if you rest first.

That way you'll have energy when you wake up.

Okay, mom.

I'm sorry I can't give you a better life.

That's okay.

I'm happy as long as we're together.

I promise to study and work hard.

Someday I'll buy you a house and lot.

Really, a house and lot?

Where did you learn these things?

From the neighbors.

I heard they're finally moving out.

Sweetie, do good in school.

I want you to get away from this place.

Start a new life.

I have faith you'll be able to do that someday.

Just as long as we're together, mom.

Okay, now go to sleep.

Don't leave me, okay?

I'll never ever leave you.

(brooding orchestral music)

(fan hums and rattles)

(muffled clacks)

(paper rustles)

- [Aunt] Marian, it's late. Time to wake up.

Marian.

Marian, get up. I need your help.

Marian!

Marian hurry up, or you're going to get in trouble!

(suspenseful music)

I won't get mad at you. Come down.

What took you so long?

Sorry, it was hard to get out of bed.

That's okay.

Come on.

Help me downstairs.

(eerie music)

Goddammit! What's taking you so long?

(door slams)

I need you to be quiet, okay?

(suspenseful music) (rustling)

- [Aunt] Marian are you coming down or not?

Don't wait for me to come up there!

(porcelain smashes)

(tense orchestral music)

If I get my hands on you,

I'm going to beat you up!

(suspenseful music) (muffled creaking)

(footsteps approach) (creaking)

(door handle rattles)

Open the door. (door rattles)

(heavy thuds)

Marian, what the hell?

(heavy thuds)

Open the door!

(lock clicks)

(door creaks) (suspenseful music)

(ominous tones) (Marian screams)

You're so stubborn.

You useless animal.

I told you to me help me downstairs

you can't even do that.

Why is it so hard for you to follow orders?

(Marian whines)

- You're a pain in the ass! - Please stop!

- Please stop! (whip cracks)

Son of a bitch!

- Mama.

What?

Mama.

What the heck, Marian?

It's been over a year.

Your mom died a long time ago.

She's never coming back.

I hate you!

Do you think I wanted this?

Do you think you're the only one

having a hard time?

You have no idea of the shit I'm going through.

I'm so sick of it!

I'll never call you my mom.

Thank God for that!

Your mom was a whore, she left you with me!

You're just like her, you ungrateful brat!

(flesh squelches)

(screams)

Go ahead, cry.

Cry.

Cry.

(whines)

Cry some more!

Cry.

(whines)

Go downstairs and help me.

(porcelain clinks)

(footsteps recede)

(creaking) (rumbling)

(creaking) (rumbling)

(creature snarls) (creaking)

(ominous music) (creature snarls)

(creature hisses)

(glass bottles clinks) (suspenseful music)

(creaking)

(whooshing) (rumbling)

Auntie.

Auntie, wake up.

Auntie. (bones crack)

Auntie, wake up.

- Marian.

Marian, I'm sorry about earlier.

I didn't mean to---

(creature snarls) (screams)

(thud) (groans)

(thuds) (creature snarls)

(Marian grunts)

(metal clangs) (flesh squelches)

(Marian pants)

(pipe clunks)

(glass clinks)

(paper tears)

(somber orchestral music)

(doors creak)

(blood squelches)

(creature breathes heavily)

- Protection comes in many forms.

And sometimes that form just happens to be yourself.

Some folks think magic is ridiculous,

but magic be all around us.

It's the energy that connects us

and the way we manipulate that energy

through our intentions.

So make sure you visit MagicalMadamJosephine.com

to find what you need to harness this intentional energy.

But remember what they say.

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions."

So where does the road lead,

when your intentions are grave?

(ominous orchestral music)

(brooding rock music)

(eerie orchestral music)

♪ I flew to the moon ♪

♪ And I, to mirror you ♪

♪ And I, I saw the future ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I flew to the moon ♪

♪ And I, to mirror you ♪

♪ And I, I saw the future ♪

♪ I ♪

♪ I saw the future ♪

♪ I saw the future ♪

♪ I saw the future ♪

(distorted garbled screams) (dark electronic music)

(somber orchestral music) (crackling)