Was she going to use it for a ritual? Was that part of her strange magic? His skin prickled with unease. The woman continued rummaging through the trash, pulling out other discarded items. Just then, the door of the house opened, and the homeowner stepped outside, spotting the old woman. “Hey! Get away from my trash!” they shouted angrily.
The woman didn’t flinch. Instead, she spat on the ground and muttered something under her breath. James’s stomach tightened as he wondered if she was cursing the homeowner. His heart thudded in his chest, and he quickly turned his bike around, pedaling back home in a panic.