Suddenly, without warning, she turned her head and looked directly at him. James froze, his heart skipping a beat. Her eyes were fixed on his window. For a brief moment, everything seemed to stop. Had she seen him? He quickly pulled the curtains closed and backed away from the window, his breath catching in his throat. His skin felt cold.
The next morning, the feeling of unease lingered, but his curiosity was even stronger. He had to know more. If there was even a chance that the witch stories were real, he needed to see it for himself. This time, he’d get closer. He grabbed his bike and headed toward the shed, keeping a safe distance but determined to find out what was really going on.