Night Children: Dark Threats
A twig snapped ahead in the darkened wood. Annabelle and Roland stopped in their tracks and stiffened. Two heartbeats pounded nearby and Annabelle silently chastised herself for not listening closer to the surrounding woods.
“Smell that?” she whispered to her brother.
“Yeah,” Roland agreed. “The breeze was blowing the other way before, hiding their scent. It’s them.”
Two familiar women hid just ahead. Menace oozed off of them.
“Who?” Tom peered into the dark wood fearfully.
“The witches, Tom,” Ann explained. “I need you two to run as fast as you can.”
“That’s not going to work,” Penelope said. Sixteen years old and completely devoted to evil, the younger of the two witches stepped onto the path with the much older Gertrude beside her. “Time to die.”