Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband

Chapter 388 Discoveries in the basement.

Having come to terms, the two women got down to business immediately, aunt Maureen suggested that perhaps there were clues among her father's belongings which was where they had to start. Over the years, she would come by whenever she had the chance and rummage through some of the things in the basement.

She had looked over them with keen eyes, hoping that there was a piece of paper, a magic artifact, a book...anything really that could help guide her

Phoebe picked up the broom eagerly, forgetting the reason why they were searching in the first place. Aunt Maureen gave her instructions of how to wake the broom with a spell.

"Now sit on it and transfer your energy into the broom, do not forget to make a connection with it, you need to be in sync as if you are driving a car. Remember to maintain your balance as you clutch onto it, then order it to fly."

Phoebe whose eyes had been closed this whole time opened them only to find herself hovering in space. She was not so high up, simply levitating a few feet from the ground, it was exhilarating as minor of an achievement as it was.

"Oh, my goodness! I am flying! look at me aunt, look, look." She called out like an eager child and let go of the handle to spread her arms out like a dare devil only to fall, luckily the spirit caught her right on time.

Laughter bubbled collectively; the loudest laugh came from Connie who found the entire thing to be extremely amusing. The teenager was already planning to steal the broom and take it on a ride.

Aunt Maureen was recording with her phone, she knew how much her brother regretted missing out on many of Phoebe's firsts. This was a first too, the first time she was flying.

"Are you alright Pheebs? You were supposed to steer the broom in whatever direction chose you wanted it to go, after connecting with it, your mind becomes one....." Aunt Maureen was interjected by Phoebe who waved her hand strongly.

"Thank you but no, save the broom flying lessons aunt, I am not using that thing ever again, sitting on it sucks."

Phoebe wiped beads of sweat from the top of her brows, what would become of her if she went flying and the spirit was not there to catch her? She shook her head to extinguish the images of her lying there with broken legs and arms. One plunge down when she was forced to death by Ruth was enough.

"Ha-ha alright but you need as much information as possible, you can never know when a magical broomstick might save your life." Aunt Maureen helped Phoebe to her feet.

Phoebe nodded absent mindlessly and pointed at a large vintage wooden box, it was black in color. "What is in there?" She asked curiously.

Narrowing her eyes, aunt Maureen quickly glanced to where Phoebe's index finger was pointing and pulled her eyes away. "Probably some old photos, you should check and see. Although I have to inform you beforehand that your father was not a cute baby, he only got finer as he grew." A sly smile curled up her lips.

Most of the old boxes she had rifled through always had the same thing, old business documents and photo albums of the Mayfair's.

Brushing off her words with a smile, Phoebe went on to open it. The first thing on top was a green woolen cloak, from its texture and appearance, Phoebe could tell that it was not made in the recent years.

"Did this belong to grandpa as well? It looks to be so old fashioned even for him." She pulled out in a display motion such that her aunt could see it.

Aunt Maureen dropped the forgotten letters that she had been reading and scurried towards Phoebe. "That cannot be what I think it is!" She chimed; her eyes alighted with a smile as she continued to study it.

"It's exactly what you think it is although I am sure that there are better ones at the academy of late." The spirit confirmed aunt Maureen's suspicions.

Phoebe was lost, nobody was sharing what the cloak was, and she was dying of curiosity.

Connie could not take the suspense anymore, so she stamped her foot. "Just tell us what is instead of talking in parables." Her voice was as loud as it was demanding, mirroring Phoebe's exact feelings in that moment.

"It's an invisibility cloak." Aunt Maureen responded.