He stayed as still as possible, watching from behind the trunk, making sure she didn’t spot him. The woman didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. She shuffled slowly down the driveway, her movements sluggish and deliberate. James followed from a distance, unable to look away.
To his surprise, she stopped in front of a neighbor’s house and began digging through the trash. James’s heart raced as he watched her pull out a clump of hair, thick and tangled, from a trash bag and stuff it into her bag. He’d read about witches using hair for ritual. His mind raced.