His mother laughed, the sound light and dismissive. “A witch? James, why would anyone live in that dilapidated shed? It’s not real, sweetheart. Witches don’t exist in real life.” She patted his hand reassuringly. Normally, James would’ve believed her, but after what he’d seen, he wasn’t so sure anymore.
He swallowed hard, the uncertainty growing in his chest. His mother’s words didn’t make him feel any better. He had seen things that didn’t fit, things he couldn’t explain. But one thing was certain: he needed to stay away from that shed—and the old woman who lived there. He promised himself he wouldn’t go near it again.