James paused, his heart rate picking up. Why did she have small bones? As he stepped back from the fence to get a better view, he saw more. A small knife was lying on the ground, and beside it, a chalice—rusted, old, and oddly placed in the dirt. These weren’t just random items. James knew from his DnD video game that witches use these things for rituals.
But it was when he looked further back into the yard that his breath caught in his throat. There, on the brick stove, was a large black pot, the same one Ethan had described. It was sitting on top of a makeshift stove, dark and worn, and something was bubbling inside. The smell, faint but unmistakable, was sour. It was like nothing he had ever encountered before.