Go there and improvise

It sounded like an easy job. After all, you were pretty confident your powers would be enough to handle it. It looked like it was going to be one Hell of a deception, and you trusted what your boss said to you. The whole witchcraft thing had you worried. You heard stories about those black magic freakshows being able to control spirits and all, but if it was something you had to do, it was something you had to do. You liked being a ghost. Why risk losing it all by chickening out now?

You made a beeline straight for St Clara Women's College. It was somewhat of a familiar place, or at least the main entrance. You used to date a girl who went here a couple of years ago. She was long gone now, and you remembered how many times she cheated on you with so many other guys before it ended. She was a two faced cunt, who had besties who were almost exactly like her. All of them played you for a tool and decided to cut you off as soon as Sally was out of the picture. Just remembering the details made you mad, leaving behind a couple of burnt out streetlights as you made your way to the infamous 'haunted' church in the back of the campus.

The place was overgrown with weeds and creeper vines. It had a lot of history as being one of the first to go up since the founding of the city, so it naturally had the 'haunted' charm about it. The girls at St Clara were normally forbidden from entering, and the bad eggs usually rebel, going there for raves and drinking parties. You bypass the old chain link fence that was still standing around and into the grounds proper. Only the main stone bricked building was left visible in the undergrowth, most of it still standing the test of time. Being in the middle of the night, it was pitch black, but being the floating dead that you were, you could see just fine. Knowing where the entrance to the catacombs was, you float through a few walls toward the staircase. From this point onwards, all the sound was drowned out. A perfect place to get away from studies, family and doting boyfriends, and from what you could hear from the echos of chanting coming from below, the perfect place for a demonic summoning ritual.

Peeking inside, you notice three young women surrounding a red chalked out pentagram in the middle of a large stone chamber. There were candles everywhere, and junk that fit the description of any other stereotypical movie trope for teen witches that you could see here. They stood with their arms raised in the air, dressed in gothic black dresses, droning in some kind of language you don't really understand. Clearly, they were attempting something supernatural, and since they had not noticed the ghostly you staring at them from the stairwell, they clearly were not real witches, just like your Satan pal had said. You let out a playful smirk. With all the concentrated energy that was flowing through you, it came out as an audible, angry bellow from out of nowhere. The candles flickered. The chanting stopped, and the wannabee witches looked seriously spooked.

"Holy shit.... Did you hear that?" One of them stuttered in a near whisper.

"This was a bad idea. This was a really, really, really bad idea!" The one on her left looked like a deer in headlights.

"Shut up! Its finally working! Just keep chanting!" The one at the head of the pentagram hissed at them, clearly the leader of the 'convent', "Just a bit more, girls! Come on!"