But the street was empty, and the silence pressed down on him like a heavy weight. Every instinct told him to turn away, to leave the shed behind, but the voice, desperate and full of pain, echoed in his mind. He couldn’t ignore it. He took a deep breath and walked back toward the shed.
James stepped inside the shed, his heart pounding as he prepared to face what he had feared. He expected to find a witch’s lair, with dead animals on the walls, lizards in jars, and maybe even a big broom resting in the corner. But what he found was nothing like he had imagined.