James wasn’t a believer. He refused to believe that there was real magic involved. But the things he had just seen—the symbols, the bones, the cauldron—made his stomach twist in a way he couldn’t ignore. The old woman might not be a witch, but something was definitely not normal about her. The shed, the objects, the things he had found—he was starting to believe there was something more to this than he ever expected.
As James stood there, his eyes fixed on the strange items in the yard, a creak from the shed’s door startled him. His heart leapt in his chest as the old woman stepped out into the yard. Without thinking, James ducked behind a nearby tree, his breath catching in his throat.