"Okay everyone listen," Marcia stated, placing her hands on her hips. "The Banshee might be gone but we still have a job to do. Rusty do you have your laptop?" Rusty now began rummaging through his bag, producing his trusty laptop.
"Yeah boss got it right here," he said, his voice cracking. "What you have in mind?"
Marcia now sat down with Christine and Rusty, explaining her plan to the two preteens. For now the Banshee may be banished but considering the dark magic involved, she wasnt sure for how long. In order for them to get back to normal, Marcia theorized that they would have to sanctify Gideon's body.
"Wouldn't Gideons body have been sanctified when he was buried," Christine asked.
"Normally yes but I doubt it," Marcia stated.
"Then why would we have to sanctify the body to get back to normal," Rusty asked.
"Because if I'm right then our life force is being used to raise him from the dead. Sanctifying the body would be the only way for us to regain our lost years and grow back up."
"Couldnt you cast a spell or something to fix this," Christine asked.
"Yes but I doubt it would be permanent," Marcia said. "We might turn back to normal for a little bit but I have a feeling we would grow back down after awhile."
"So what do we do," Rusty asked.
"We're going to use your drone to scan the crypt before we go in," Marcia stated.
As Marcia finished the three preteens shuddered, a soft glow now emanating from them. Marcia looked herself over, her eyes growing wide as her small breasts receded into her chest. Gasping in surprise she could feel her clothing becoming looser on her skinny body. As the glow stopped, she now looked at Rusty and Christine.
Christine was in a similar state to Marcia. The girl having lost her softball sized curves while her skirt seemed to hang lower and now shorter legs. Even her face now appeared rounder, closer to that of a child than a near teenager.
"What happened," Rusty asked, his voice a now childish soprano as he grappled with with ill fitting clothing. Marcia now grabbed the EM detector from her bag running it over the three of them.
"Damn," she whispered. "The Banshee must have infected us. We're still getting younger! We look about 11 now!"
"What do we do now," Christine whispered. Marcia took a deep breath, trying to decide. The trio needed to make a decision while they still had time.